This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! What is Mo Ling asking?

Is Lu Yuan the owner of Tianyan Pavilion?

He even said that he had seen Lu Yuan in his portrait?

"Where did you meet?"

Lu Yuan was also a little puzzled and touched his chin: "If you can contact me to Tianyan Pavilion, it means that the person holding the portrait is a member of Tianyan Pavilion..."

"It's one of my distant uncles."

"He said he had seen you back then."

"I just don't know if you still remember him."

When Mo Ling heard Lu Yuan's answer, he immediately guessed Lu Yuan's true identity. After all, there were not a few pavilions in Tianyan Pavilion. It was only seven generations that passed down to this generation. Only the first and third generation pavilions were men. The remaining pavilions were all women. He did not know the pavilions of the third generation pavilions, but his distant uncle from Tongtian Realm once said his experience and witnessed the rise of Tianyan Pavilion with his own eyes, which showed that his distant uncle must be a member of the first pavilions: "He also reminded me that if I could join Beicangling Academy, I asked me to find a teacher named Mu Ling, and said that the teacher Mu Ling was his former team captain..."

"I know Mu Ling."

"A capable general under Jing'er."

Lu Yuan nodded. Since there is something wrong, there is no need to do business: "You can choose one more resource, choose two spiritual techniques, choose two weapons, or choose one of them. Time flies so fast that someone has become an uncle..."

Mo Ling couldn't make up the words, so he had to nod his head silently.

In the envious eyes of others.

The election of the Supreme Level Spiritual Art and a weapon was adopted.

No one dares to question injustice.

Because it is Lu Yuan’s power to send out the Spiritual Art.

If you want, shut up and ignore it.
Chapter completed!