After passing through the wide square, Mo Ran and Huang Lang finally entered the spacious Poison Gate Hall. As soon as they entered the door, Mo Ran and the others were attracted by the magnificent layout.

The spacious Poison Gate Hall was not as dark and gloomy as the two of them thought. Instead, there was a kingly aura everywhere. The top of the hall was covered with glazed tiles, and all the structures were covered with brocade pillars and yellow beams. It was indescribable. The walls around the hall were painted with gold paint, emitting dazzling golden light. As soon as you entered, you felt that it was not like a sect of a sect at all, but similar to the palace hall. From this point of view, Ren Wanku was not a crazy guy, he knew how to enjoy it.

His eyes turned to the first place in the center of the hall, Ren Wanku sat upright, and a majestic domineering aura radiated from his body, and a full style of a sect leader.

Seeing the lord of the Black Poison City that he had heard for a long time, Mo Ran and the other two were neither humble nor arrogant, nor arrogant, and took a few steps forward, bowed to the former, and said calmly: "Mo Ran, Huang Lang has met the sect leader."

Ren Wanku, who was tall and arrogant, looked down at Mo Ran and the others with his old eyes, without any slight radiance on his face. After watching for a moment, the former held his hands with one hand and said, "I'm not giving a gift."

Hearing this, Mo Ran and the other two stood up straight and looked at Ren Wanku. They knew that it would be as simple as Ren Wanku's call for him to come, so he didn't speak, just waiting for Ren Wanku to see what he wanted to say.

Ren Wanku's gaze changed several times on Mo Ran and the others before he spoke, but the first sentence was not what Mo Ran said, but instead he faced Huang Lang beside him.

"Are you Huang Lang?"

When Huang Lang heard Ren Wanku call him first, he was slightly stunned, but then he immediately responded, and immediately straightened his chest and replied, "It's me."

Ren Wanku nodded and then asked, "I heard that you once fought against the three major martial masters with the strength of a first-level martial master, all relying on a legendary martial art, right?"

Hearing this, Huang Lang suddenly became alert. The internal energy in his body could not help but circulate, and a light of war was emitted in his eyes. Seeing Huang Lang's reaction, Chen Yuan and Liang Tong, who were sitting aside, stood up at the same time and shouted coldly: "Huang Lang, don't be arrogant."

"It's okay." Before Huang Lang refuted, Ren Wanku stopped the two old men first, then put an easy-going smile on his face and said to Huang Lang: "Haha, don't be so nervous. I'm just interested in you and just ask casually. In this Black Poison City, without my permission, no one will have any intention of your martial arts, even if you think about it, you can rest assured."

Ren Wanku said without any burning or dryness, and the kind smile on his face made him look like a kind elder. If it weren't for the infamousness of the Poison Sect, who would have thought that Ren Wanku, who had such a respect, would be an old monster in the Poison Sect?

Hearing Ren Wanku's promise, Huang Lang's hostility was greatly reduced, and his clenched fists slowly opened, and nodded and responded: "Yes."

"Yes." Hearing this, Ren Wanku brushed his white beard and nodded with praise as if he was extremely satisfied with Huang Lang's reply. Then, the former finally turned his gaze to Mo Ran and said to him: "Mo Ran, I have a few words to say to you this time."

Seeing that Ren Wanku finally said the subject, Mo Ran bowed slightly and said calmly: "Please talk to the master of the sect."

"Yeah." Nodded again, Ren Wanku's face turned right and said, "I have known about you and Heihu a few months ago. Do you know why I didn't send someone to capture you, but instead asked Chen Yuan and Liang Tong to invite you?"

Mo Ran shook his head and signaled that he didn't know.

Ren Wanku continued: "The brave continent is respected by martial arts. No matter what happens in the continent, as long as you have absolute strength, what you say is the authority of this world. The same is true for the Dark City, although Black Tiger is my nephew, he is also a waste. I don't mind someone replacing him or even killing him. What I mind is whether the person who replaces him has stronger strength and extraordinary wisdom than him. The most important thing is whether this person can help me manage this Black Poison City better, and even expand the jurisdiction of Black Poison City."

Ren Wanku said, his eyes never left Mo Ran's eyes. The flashing old eyes seemed to have extremely penetrating ability, directly drawing Mo Ran's soul.

When Ren Wanku saw it, Mo Ran immediately felt that the power of his soul was more powerful than him. It seems that the outside world's rumors that Wanku, the director of the Poison Sect, is a level six alchemist, is not false. Such powerful soul power is probably only a level six alchemist.

However, Mo Ran was not afraid. The powerful origin of purple qi was given to him powerful soul power when he obtained it. After years of cultivation, Mo Ran made great progress. Although he is not as good as Ren Wanku, he is not far from that of Ren Wanku. Therefore, when Ren Wanku planned to detect his soul fluctuations through dialogue with Mo Ran, the wishful thinking could not be made.

He almost instantly understood Ren Wanku's intention, and Mo Ran replied with a smile: "What the sect leader said is that the kid came here today because he had already figured out what Mr. Chen and Mr. Liang told him to the kid."

"Oh?" Ren Wanku was happy when he heard this and said, "You mean you are willing to submit to me?"

Mo Ran smiled and said sincerely: "How can you not obey the orders of the sect leader under the jurisdiction of Hei Poison City?"

"Haha~" After hearing Mo Ran's answer, Ren Wanku laughed happily, and the laughter was filled with infinite joy.

"Okay~" two consecutive good words revealed Ren Wanku's joyful mood at this moment.

"Since that's the case, you might as well stay in the Poison Sect. It's much better than the Black Tiger Town here. There are millions of spiritual pills here, most of which can be used at will. If a girl who needs dual cultivation, with the background of my Poison Sect, you can take it away as much as you want. As for the treasure, as long as I can take it out, you can take it away at will. As for the position..."

Hearing this, Mo Ran immediately understood that Ren Wanku had no intention of letting him go back when he called him here. It sounded like he stayed in the Poison Sect to practice, but in fact he was putting himself under house arrest in a seemingly courteous manner. In this way, he would be under his surveillance all the time, and Zixiao would not give up on running away. He was a good plan to eat one and two birds.

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Chapter completed!