The kid looks very talented.

If you can, you won't lose money by taking him as an apprentice.

The middle-aged woman thought so, and she put on a more kind face, "what's your name, kid? Where do you live. Or I'll talk to your parents myself? "

Guangguang adult repeatedly waved, "our little league can make up its own mind."

The middle-aged woman couldn't help smiling. "Well, then, would you like to take me as your teacher and become my apprentice?"

Mo Baobao shakes his head repeatedly. "I'm a disciple of Shenshui sect!"

Shenshui sect?

It should be a clan in the lower kingdom.

The woman ha ha a smile, "silly child, that is the gate of the lower world. It doesn't matter. You've flown to the holy land with your parents. If there is no special accident, I will never go back to this life. "

"If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your parents. Worship me as your teacher and keep you in the holy land. You will surely walk horizontally. "

"Thank you, aunt." "I don't want to walk sideways like a crab. I want to walk normally," Mobao said solemnly

Guangguang adults have a good time.

The woman looked at him speechless. "Child, I'm just a metaphor."

Mo Baobao raised his hand and clapped himself on the chest. "One day, he was a disciple of Shenshui school. All his life, he was a disciple of Shenshui school."

Guangguang man lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "little Tuan, Shenshui sect doesn't accept you at all! They don't accept male students! "

"Who said it." Mo Baobao turned his eyes. "If you don't take it, you have to take it! When I was in my mother's stomach, I was the disciple of Shenshui sect! Who dare not accept me? "

Guangguang thinks it makes sense. He nods and says, "yes. Shenshuizong can't refuse xiaotuanzi at all. "

Little Tuan Zi was a disciple of Shenshui sect when she was in the belly of the facial paralysis mother. What little Tuan Zi said seems to be very reasonable!

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly. "Well, let me talk to your parents."

The child looks like he can't get oil and salt. It's better to find his parents. Maybe it will work out.

Guangguang looks at the woman with a strange look.

Mo Baobao sighs and doesn't want to take care of her. He turns around and looks at a pair of figures who are fighting in the challenge arena.

After many battles, the atmosphere of the game is very strong.

Under the challenge arena, a group of onlookers shouted and cheered, sometimes dancing, sometimes clapping.

Mo Baobao reaches out and pats Zhang Feng. "Uncle, we've gone there to appoint the opponent."

The next round is Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Feng pushed to the edge of the challenge arena and saw that his group of ten players had gathered.

The judge took a pamphlet and looked back and forth. "Let's start specifying."

Repeat the assignment three times to fully arrange the team members.

Zhang Feng's opponent is an old man. He has a sad look in his eyes.

"Uncle is lucky." Mo Baobao patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder and said, "I will win today."

The little guy's really broken.

Next, Zhang Feng and the old man had no suspense.

The middle-aged woman is more and more determined to accept the ink baby as an apprentice.

When arbor came, she saw a middle-aged woman, smiling and chatting up her son.

But the two children didn't seem to care much for her.

"Mother!" When Mo Baobao saw his mother, he immediately drifted past and fell into the tree's arms.