"How many of you can walk on the mainland?"

Mo asked without asking directly.

We also need to see if the other party can help him get things done, and the things he wants to propose will not be impossible.

"Thirty metamorphosis stages, three of which are at the peak of metamorphosis!"

The leader of the Red Sea Sect only said the situation of the Mortal Period.

There are a lot of masters of the Chihai Sect, but they can't be completely dispatched.

With that limitation, what he can order, this part of the masters, is already a quarter of the strength of the Chihai Sect.

"Destroy all the sects I said, give you three months, if you can't do it, it won't be me next time, and I'll talk to you about the conditions!"

Mo asked, and said the names of several second-grade sects.

The Purple Yi Sect is also among them, this ungrateful sect, Mo Wendao has no time to clean up.

Then the Chihai Sect can just help destroy the Purple Cloth Sect, and there are still a few sects that Mo Wendao remembered and participated in the siege of Bagua Mountain.

"No problem!"

The Red Sea Sect Leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Destroying a few second-grade sects was just a trivial matter, and he would rather destroy those second-grade sects than go against Mo Wendao.

Those few second-grade sects can only blame them for their bad luck, provoked Mo Wendao, and eliminated disasters for the Chihai Sect.

"I hope you keep your promise!"

Mo asked, the voice fell, and the person disappeared.

After getting this result, he was already satisfied, if he didn't fulfill his promise, Mo Wendao had a way to make the Chihai Sect unlucky.

As far as his relationship with the mermaid clan is concerned, after three months, if the Chihai Sect does not fulfill its promise, he will call someone to spread a message, and the Chihai Sect can basically be removed.

"Finally gone!"

The head of the Chihai Sect was completely relieved.

Before Mo asked, he was always worried about what else he would ask for.

Facing Mo Wenwen, this kind of person who can't hold it, he is very uncomfortable.

"Sect Master, are we really going to make a move?"

Someone asked the leader of the Chihai Sect.

The few sects that Mo asked asked were all affiliated with other first-grade sects, and if they just made a move, they would offend other sects.

For the Yipin sect, face is very important.

"Can you see how he left?"

The head of the Red Sea Sect asked an unrelated question.

Mo asked the whole way, under his observation, he disappeared after speaking, he didn't feel it at all, Mo asked where to go.

"Didn't pay attention!"

"It's too fast!"

"I don't know, how did he go!"

......

Everyone said they didn't know.

Five hundred miles in one step, disappearing into their senses, of course they don't know, Mo asked how to go.

"If there's anything unclear, go ask Elder Silver Shark!"

The Chihai Sect Leader did not continue to explain.

He didn't understand what he said, and if he continued, he wouldn't necessarily understand.

Go directly to the person who has experienced and fought with Mo Wenwen, and the process of asking is the clearest, so he will save some effort.

At this time, Mo Wendao had already left, the island where the Red Sea Sect was located.

"Let's find a place to see!"

Mo asked, taking out the chart.

Traps, don't be in such a hurry to arrange, find a place where there is no Treasure Pavilion, and stay for a few days to find out the news, it is more important for Mo Wendao.

He has to set traps, and he also needs the people of the Treasure Pavilion to come here to succeed.

Three hours later!

Mo Wenwen entered a small island with a lot of people.

Since this is only a place at the level of the Sanpin Sect, the Treasure Pavilion has not set up a branch here.

"Within 30,000 miles, there is no branch of the Treasure Pavilion, and I don't know how to pass the news!"

Mo asked, did not enter the city.

There is no need to enter the city now, and even if the news comes, it will not be until tomorrow at the earliest.

There is always trouble here, Mo asked or considered, prepare something, return to Bagua Mountain, and distribute materials.

He gets so many things, everyone has a share, but he also has to think clearly, who gets which part, and then there will be no such trouble.

I found a good place and arranged a formation casually, so as not to disturb someone, that is a troublesome thing, Mo Wendao didn't want to be so troublesome.

Picking things is relatively simple.

Useful, stay.

If you don't need it, give it to others.

For Mo Wendao, there are not too many useful things, less than one in ten thousand.

The things he didn't need, according to the category of poisons, were handed over to Cheng Suling's sisters and brothers, and the finished products such as spiritual weapons and pills were considered and kept for his master and Murong Ding.

Materials and the like, alchemy is left to Dongfang Danzun, and forging is used separately.

In this form, the material is dispensed very quickly.

"It's been enough for them for a long time!"

Mo asked, looking at the third of the tidying up.

It took a night for Mo Wendao to sort out one-third of the materials, and the rest of the materials would take at least a day, and he would not do anything before he could distribute them.

However, what he wants now is to see if there is any news.

In one day, a lot of things can be delivered, but I don't know if the people from the Treasure Pavilion will come.

With a dodge, Mo Wenwen entered the city.

"There are no restaurants!"

Mo asked, slightly speechless.

In the entire city, there is not a single restaurant, and the place to listen to the news will have to change its strategy.

Half an hour later!

Mo asked: In a square, I saw a very strange profession, a storyteller.

It can't be said to be a storyteller, it's a kind of person who talks about what has happened recently, and the things mentioned here are basically related to overseas.

"What happened in the last half month?"

Mo asked questions directly.

He extended the time a little, just by the way, to hear if there was anything big.

Maybe there is something that can get his attention, even if you listen to it, how much time will be wasted.

"Why do I want to tell you?"

"We haven't finished hearing about what happened three days ago, you go aside!"

......

Everyone was very disgusted by Mo Wenwen's behavior.

It came so suddenly, and they still listened to something, what they had heard, it was unbearable, even the storyteller, a little unhappy.

"A high-grade elixir!"

Mo asked and offered a direct offer.

Tell him some news, he will not be stingy, a high-grade elixir, for Mo Wendao, is just a drizzle.

Storytellers are here to talk about things that others don't know, just to get paid, and they have their own way of delivering the message, and they also need to be paid.

Mo asked such a high-grade elixir, it can be said that this storyteller has a whole day's income.

"I don't know my lord, do you want to give the pill first?"

The storyteller apparently didn't trust Mo very much.

The price of a high-grade elixir is a little higher, after Mo asked and shouted the price, others did not refute it, and they were reluctant to take a high-grade elixir to listen to the book.

Just ask the peak cultivation of the Great Grandmaster, in their eyes, it is also possible that they will not be able to take out the elixir.