Mo Zhitao, who was on the plane, said loudly to the pilot in front of him: "Pilot, can you let me go down when you go to the outskirts of Yanjing?" ”

"Zhitao, aren't you going back to the Wumeng?" Gu Dongzhen asked.

"Minister, I still have a little more to do, I won't go back to the Wumeng." Mo Zhitao thought about giving the Cultivation Pill to his subordinates, "However, you owe me the Six-Rank Cultivation Pill, and you want to give me this reward, you just give it to Beibei." ”

Gu Dong glanced at Mo Zhitao, "You just remember the practice pill." ”

"Alas, minister, you don't know that my men are poor in martial arts, and if they are not stronger, I will be killed by the enemy." Mo Zhitao said. "Otherwise, you can tell the elders and let my men go to the martial arts practice room to practice for a few days."

The martial arts practice room is very peculiar, if you practice there for a few days, it is equivalent to eating a fourth- or fifth-grade practice pill, so the people of the martial arts league don't care so much about the sixth-grade practice pill. However, Lin Zhenqiang is very much in need of them, and they want to improve their martial arts.

"Okay, you can just go down then." Gudong earthquake road.

When the helicopter reached the suburbs, the pilot lowered the ladder, and Mo Zhitao immediately pulled the ladder and flew down. In the end, Mo Zhitao performed light skills and landed lightly on the ground.

Seeing that Mo Zhitao had landed, the pilot immediately put away the ladder and drove the plane in the direction of Wumeng. Their helicopters did not return to Wumeng directly, but to a base on the outer periphery of Wumeng, and then changed to other pilots and flew back to Wumeng.

When Mo Zhitao landed, a business car drove over, which was driven by Li Qiqi. When Mo Zhitao was on the plane, he had already called Li Qiqi.

"Boss." The thin monkey sitting in the passenger seat immediately opened the car door and walked down.

"Don't come down, let's go back." Mo Zhitao got into the business car and ran towards their villa.

Mo Zhitao, who was in the car, took out two six-rank practice pills, "Qiqi, thin monkey, this is a six-grade practice pill, you take it, and strive to quickly raise your martial arts to level six." ”

"Ah, boss, what's so embarrassing about this?" The skinny monkey screamed in surprise. He knew that Mo Zhitao was very generous, and when he had a practice pill, he would give it to his subordinates to improve his martial arts. But when it came to the head of the thin monkey, he was still a little surprised. This is a six-grade practice pill, and now there is money in the market that can't buy it.

"Hehehe, that's a small thing." Mo Zhitao said. "I've always wanted to improve your martial arts, but because of your low starting point, I took my time. When your martial arts practice reaches the late sixth level, I will give you another seven-grade practice pill. ”

"Seven, seven grades of practice pills." The thin monkey's face changed, which was something he never dared to think about in his life. People like them who specialize in stealing techniques are not very high in martial arts. If his martial arts reach level seven, he will be even more comfortable stealing things.

Mo Zhitao nodded, "You guys take it, eat it when you go back, and hurry up to practice." "Alas, it's a pity that his martial arts didn't reach level eight, otherwise he could help his subordinates improve their martial arts.

After Mo Zhitao returned to the villa, he called Lin Zhenqiang, Li Bin, Liang Yelong, Tao Mingguang, Su Yihan and Qi Xiaolong in. "Zhenqiang, you let everyone stay in the villa to practice these days, it's best not to go out, and hurry up to improve the martial arts."

"Yes, Boss." Lin Zhenqiang nodded. He has been practicing desperately for the past few days, just thinking about improving his martial arts to the late sixth level.

"Li Bin, Yelong, Ming Guang, this is the seven-rank practice pill, you take it, hurry up and raise the martial arts to the seventh level." Mo Zhitao said.

"Ah, the Seven Rank Cultivation Pill." Li Bin exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Zhitao nodded and said: "This is what I earned back in the Martial Alliance, you take it, we have to hurry up and raise our martial arts to the seventh level, we have more and more enemies, if we don't improve our martial arts, we can't beat the enemy." ”

"Yes, we will try." Li Bin nodded solemnly. The martial arts of Wuhua and Hua Shao have been upgraded to level seven, and they want to too.

"Yi Han, Xiaolong, you take these six-grade practice pills, I still say the same thing, whoever has high martial arts will get more resources." Mo Zhitao said.

Lin Zhenqiang said: "Boss, you always give us the Martial Arts Pill, and you also have to take it to improve your martial arts." ”

"I don't need to." Mo Zhitao shook his head. Lin Hu and the Wumeng practice room helped him to a certain extent, and he still left the resources to his brothers. "Okay, you all go out to practice, I hope there will be more seventh-level masters."

"Boss, we'll work hard." Lin Zhen is strong.

At this time, Mo Zhitao's mobile phone rang, and Mo Zhitao asked Lin Zhenqiang to go out to practice. It was Mo Beibei who called, "Hey, Beibei, is there something wrong?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"Mobe, the day after tomorrow, you will have a sword competition with Yanagida." North Mocan Province.

"In this way, I will go back to the Martial League to practice in a while." Mo Zhitao said. There is a lot of energy in the martial arts practice room, which is suitable for him to practice.

"Then we'll pick you up." North Mocan Province.

Mo Zhitao nodded, "Well, come here." "Mo Zhitao also knows that if you want to enter the Wumeng, you must be led by Mo Beibei, which is a mysterious place.

How many eighth-level masters there are in the Martial League, and whether there are ninth-level masters, Mo Zhitao doesn't know. But listening to Gu Dongzhen's words last night that the Martial Alliance sent an eighth-level master in each province, it can be seen that there are at least one hundred or dozens of eighth-level masters in the Martial League. This kind of strength, that is very strong, Huaxia is not so light to be bullied by others.

When Mo Zhitao was practicing in the room, one of his subordinates came over to report to Mo Zhitao, saying that Mo Beibei and they were coming.

When Mo Zhitao arrived downstairs, Mo Beibei came over and said, "Mo Bu, let's go." ”

"Okay, let's go." Mo Zhitao nodded, and he told his subordinates to stay here and practice for the past few days, and don't go out if there is nothing to do.

After Mo Zhitao and the others returned to the Wumeng, Mo Beibei said: "Mo Bu, you go to the practice room to practice in the past two days, don't worry about other things." ”

"Yes, I see." Mo Zhitao walked towards the practice room.

"Mobe, aren't you going to eat lunch?" Mo Beibei asked Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao shook his head and smiled: "If I don't eat it, when I'm hungry, I will come out." "Time is efficiency, and Mo Zhitao will not waste this time.

Mo Zhitao came to the practice room, took out his token, and the person in charge of the practice room gave Mo Zhitao a key. Mo Zhitao looked at the key, and then said to the man: "Did you give me the seventh-level martial arts?" ”

"Yes, Mobe." The man nodded. He is the person in charge of the practice room, and his position is not much worse than Mo Zhitao.

"I want the key to the eighth-level practice." Mo Zhitao gave the key in his hand back to the person in charge.

"That doesn't seem very good." Responsible for humanism.

Mo Zhitao said: "I'm the deputy minister of the Ministry of Medicine, so I should be able to go to the eighth-level practice room, right?" "The deputy ministers of the Law Enforcement Department and the Shadow Department are all at the level of eighth, and although the highest martial arts of their medical department is level seven, he is also at the level of deputy ministers.

"Yes, yes, but Mobu's martial arts are only level seven, I'm afraid that it will be dangerous for you to enter the eighth-level practice room." The person in charge was worried about the tunnel. Mo Zhitao served as the deputy minister of the Ministry of Medical Affairs at such a young age, and his future is bright.

If something happened to Mo Zhitao in the practice room, the elder would definitely blame him. Therefore, the person in charge didn't want Mo Zhitao to enter the eighth-level practice room.

Mo Zhitao said solemnly: "You give me the key to the eighth-level practice room, you don't have to be responsible for what happened." ”

"Mobe, you have to think twice before you act." Responsible for humanism.

"I've already thought about it, you can give me the key quickly, I don't have much time, and I have to compete with the Japanese the day after tomorrow." Mo Zhitao said.

"Okay." The person in charge said helplessly. Mo Zhitao's level was here, and he had to give the key to Mo Zhitao.

When Mo Zhitao walked inside with the key, the person in charge immediately took out the internal phone and called, he wanted to tell Mo Zhitao about going to the eighth-level practice room, and what happened at that time had nothing to do with him.

As soon as Mo Zhitao entered and walked inside, he now knew the situation in the practice room. The sixth-level practice room is on the outermost floor, the seventh-level practice room is on the middle floor, and the eighth-level practice room is on the inner floor.

Because his key was only the outermost room of the eighth-level practice room, it was estimated that the person in charge was afraid that something would happen to him, so he gave him the one with the least energy.

However, Mo Zhitao also wanted to be better. His strength has not yet reached the eighth level, and if he wants to rush inside, he will not be able to withstand it.

Mo Zhitao entered the small room, and then sat down gently. When he ran the Yin and Yang Technique, those energies surged towards him like a whirlwind.

"Whew," Mo Zhitao exhaled, the eighth-level practice room is powerful, the energy in it is at least twice as strong as the seventh-level practice room, practicing in this kind of place, if you don't pay attention to it, you will go crazy.

No wonder the person in charge didn't let him enter the eighth-level practice room, if his martial arts didn't reach the eighth-level martial arts, he would be blown up to death by the energy here if he entered here. However, Mo Zhitao relied on his body to have special abilities, as well as the Yin and Yang Five Elements Needle, he wanted to see if he could stay here for two days.

As Mo Zhitao continued to practice the Yin and Yang Technique, his body rose like a balloon.

Sister, I've only been practicing for two hours, and there is so much energy in my body, Wumeng is really a good place to cultivate masters, if Lin Zhenqiang and them stay here for a few days, they will definitely be able to break through to the seventh level. Mo Zhitao thought in his heart.

The eighth-level practice room is strong, and Mo Zhitao felt that those energies were constantly swelling in his meridians, although he also tried his best to let the dantian digest the energy in his body.

But there was too much energy, and he simply couldn't digest all of it, so more and more energy gathered in his body, and they were like a big dynamite packet that could explode at any time.

Am I going out now? Mo Zhitao thought in his heart, I'm too useless, I just practice for two hours and I can't hold on.

But how did Mo Zhitao know that the person in charge of the practice room thought that Mo Zhitao couldn't last half an hour in the eighth-level practice room, but now Mo Zhitao insisted on it for two hours, which had already surprised him.