Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

After hesitating for a long time and considering it for a long time, Chu Mo finally opened his mouth and said.    

Wu Yazi nodded as if he expected this to happen, and asked indifferently, "How did you know about Martial Arts Mountain?"    

As he spoke, Wu Yazi sat on a high chair in the courtyard and looked at Chu Mo while swinging his legs. He looked like a child, casual and casual.    

Chu Mo paused again, before opening his mouth again, and said: "Junior greets Martial Arts Mountain!"    

"What!?"    

Upon hearing this answer, Wu Yazi, who had always been calm like water, could no longer maintain his composure. He jumped up from his high chair and stared at Chu Mo with an expression of disbelief, not daring to believe his own ears.    

Chu Mo had long expected Wu Yazi to be this shocked, and repeated, "Junior greets Martial Arts Mountain!"    

Wu Yazi widened his eyes and asked, "Are you sure it's the Martial Arts Mountain?"    

Chu Mo nodded, and said: "I'm very sure!"    

Wu Yazi asked again, "Where did you see Martial Arts Mountain?"    

Chu Mo really didn't know how to answer this question, and couldn't help but look at Dugu Batian.    

Dugu Batian thought for a moment, then said: "Actually, this Martial Arts Mountain now belongs to Chu Mo."    

"What!?"    

Wu Yazi was startled. He couldn't believe what he'd heard.    

He had indeed heard it clearly!    

However, he did not understand the meaning at all!    

Although Wu Yazi had never seen the Martial Arts Mountain before, he had studied ancient books and knew that it was something that the ancient Fire Emperor had forcefully transplanted from the Unparalleled Saint realm. It was itself a supreme treasure.    

And this treasure, had disappeared without a trace the moment the Fire Emperor had ascended into the Immortal Realm.    

Some people said that the Martial Arts Mountain had already followed the Fire Emperor into the Immortal World.    

There were also some people who said that Martial Arts Mountain had already returned to the Absolute Monarch Sanctuary after Fire Emperor left and didn't exist in this world.    

Another person said that the Martial Arts Mountain had actually sunk into the ground for a long time, and had long since disappeared.    

However, Wu Yazi had never believed these rumors.    

After so many years of studying ancient books, Wu Yazi had an in-depth knowledge of the Fire Emperor. According to the location and style of doing things, Wu Yazi guessed that the Fire Emperor must have left him somewhere in the world.    

However, that place had never been found by the common people.    

And now, at this very moment, Dugu Batian had said that the Martial Arts Mountain was Chu Mo's!?    

Could it be ?    

Wu Yazi stared at Chu Mo in disbelief, not daring to believe his own guess as he said, "You two little fellows better not fool this old man. Otherwise, I'll open flowers on both of your butts."    

Dugu Batian was frightened out of his wits and reflexively covered his own butt. His face was slightly red, as if he was thinking of something from the past that he could not bear to look back on.    

Chu Mo thought for a while, then said: "Martial Arts Mountain, right now, you can be considered to belong to Junior, or more accurately, Martial Arts Mountain is currently in Junior's hands."    

The more Wu Yazi listened, the more confused he got. "Martial Arts Mountain is in your hands? Why is the Martial Arts Mountain in your hands? That kind of ancient sacred place, why would it ? That's a huge mountain. Do you think that's something that can be put into your pocket? "    

Chu Mo hesitated and said, "Actually, Junior owns a small world!"    

"What!?"    

Wu Yazi jumped again.    

Although Wu Yazi, who had become a child while cultivating an ancient technique, usually acted like a child, he was an old man who had lived for eighty or ninety years. His calmness and indifference had long been deeply rooted in his bones, and he had seen too many things in his life.    

However, today, Wu Yazi was quite shocked.    

At this moment, it was impossible for him to remain calm.    

Because, what Chu Mo had said, had already surpassed his understanding.    

Small worlds were not ordinary things. One needed unparalleled means to create them.    

Of course, with the passing of time, many small worlds flowed out from the hands of the ancient emperors, turning into broken little spaces and dispersing throughout the world.    

However, not just anyone could obtain these small spaces.    

In order to control a small world, one not only needed luck, but also a certain level of ability.    

However, whether it was in terms of cultivation realm or other aspects, Chu Mo was unable to control a small world.