Seeing Yu Mo kept bowing his head and pondering, Gu Ziqing asked curiously, "Did you think of anything?"

Yu Mo slowly raised his head, looked at Gu Ziqing affectionately, and said, "Ziqing, I can't think of a specific reason, but I finally got through this, so you don't have to worry."

Gu Ziqing raised her eyebrows and said, "How can I not care? The explosion of calamity will endanger your life!"

Yu Mo doesn't know this, but he can't tell her that he owes a debt of love for the ninth generation, and has already made up for your debt. I need to find another woman to refine the new calamity power and quell the outbreak of calamity power.

That was so cruel.

So far, only Phoenix knows that he owes Ninth World Tribulation Power, and once teased him as a peerless heartbreaker.

Yu Mo pretended to be free and easy and comforted: "Ziqing, after my skill has improved now, the outbreak of calamity will become less and less, so you don't have to worry."

Gu Ziqing was still worried, and had an idea, and said, "This time, the demon **** of chaos helped you save yourself from danger. Could it be that this method will work in the future?"

Yu Mo's face froze, and he shook his head and said, "This time it's entirely a coincidence. When I was practising the Thousand Illusions, my robbery power exploded, and I transformed into the body of a demon. This is completely different from my normal state of unconsciousness when my robbery power bursts out. Different, this is an accidental situation, and it is impossible to be like this next time."

Gu Ziqing's face froze, and she said disappointedly, "Then what will you do next time?"

Yu Mo smiled: "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

Gu Ziqing was worried, and with a move, he made up his mind that he must solve this problem for Yu Mo.

"There must be other people who know about Yu Mo's situation. When the Demon Race is over, I will return to Jiang An and find his family to come up with a countermeasure."

In the next few days, Yu Mo and Gu Ziqing slept and flew, wandering the streets and alleys, scenic spots, Tang Jing took the initiative not to make light bulbs, and mingled among the various demon masters, like a duck in water, and harvested a lot.

The two were walking on the most prosperous street in Shanghai when they suddenly found someone stopping to watch.

The two looked up in surprise and saw an advertisement playing on a huge outdoor advertising screen.

"Martial Arts Conference!"

Yu Mo said in surprise: "The martial arts conference of Huaxia and the island country?"

He subconsciously remembered Yingzi. When Penglai Island left, he didn't know what happened to her.

Seeing that he was interested, Gu Ziqing said, "I also heard some rumors about this matter. The martial arts conference this time was a big battle. It is said that many domestic martial artists were invited, and many of them were members of the martial arts association. It is said that There will also be senior officials present at the martial arts conference, and it is bound to be a grand event between the two countries."

"Martial Artist Association?" Yu Mo was confused and had never heard of it.

Gu Ziqing looked at him in surprise and asked, "You don't know about the Martial Artist Association, do you?"

Yu Mo smiled wryly and shook his head: "Is this famous?"

Gu Ziqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You still command so many sects in the world, and you don't even know about the warrior association. There are many warriors in the world, if they are allowed to develop freely, they will definitely be scattered, so they must be restrained."

Yu Mo nodded secretly. When Mr. Qiao won an official identity for him, he wanted to restrain the people in the arena.

"There are two types of warriors, one is high above the temple, and the other is in the rivers and lakes. The warriors above the temple are led by the warrior association, and these people look down on the people in the rivers and lakes, thinking they are just reckless; the people in the rivers and lakes also Separated from each other, old and dead do not communicate with each other."

Yu Mo's spirit was shocked. No wonder he had never heard of the Martial Artist Association, and no one else told him. It turned out to be old and dead, and he didn't want to mention each other at all.

Even if Yu Mo gained a big name in the arena, the Warrior Association never found him.

"Most of this group of warriors hold important positions in various official institutions, and they all have official status. They are pampered and superior. It is this group of people who participated in the martial arts conference this time." Gu Ziqing introduced.

Yu Mo suddenly realized: "I understand, that is, there is no such thing as people in the arena."

Gu Ziqing smiled: "You can say that."

"Then it's called the Martial Arts Conference, it's just child's play." Yu Mo pouted and said disdainfully.

"Haha, such a martial arts conference is in deep water. How many people are fighting for their heads and blood, and they have to participate, because they can show their faces and build their reputations. This is very important to them, and it is the weight of promotion."

Yu Mo shrugged, showing no interest at all, and said, "Island countries are not that easy to deal with, and there are many masters among them. What if they lose the game? Wouldn't their face be even more dull."

Gu Ziqing shook his head: "This kind of matter is a big deal, and the two parties must have already negotiated the ending, and everyone must be happy. Otherwise, why would the Warrior Association come forward? Wouldn't that be a slap in the face?"

Yu Mo laughed dumbly, and said jokingly: "It turned out to be a convention with a predetermined ending, so it's still possible to play like this, but what's the point of it?"

"They have a lot of ways to play. What's more, what people care about is not the real result of the game, but to get what they want through this conference," Gu Ziqing introduced.

"It's amazing, it's really eye-opening." Yu Mo sneered and didn't think much about it. Since this matter was far from what he thought, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Yu Mo looked around for a week. Compared with the calmness of the two of them, the others were very fanatical.

Yu Mo was about to leave, but suddenly saw a familiar person appear on the screen.

Han Yijun!

It's him!

Yu Mo frowned. He didn't expect Han Yijun to be the promotion ambassador of this martial arts conference.

Gu Ziqi also saw it, shook his head and said, "This person has a bad personality, but he has a wide network of contacts. He even got mixed up with a promotion ambassador. After the martial arts conference, his fame will definitely rise to a higher level."

Yu Mo said displeasedly: "This kind of arrogant guy can also serve as a promotion ambassador, which shows that this martial arts conference is not interesting."

"Haha, do you want to join us too?" Gu Ziqing urged.

Yu Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Do you think I have so much time? Besides, even if I have free time, it's better to accompany you more. What do I do to participate in this Lao Shizi Martial Arts Conference?"

Gu Ziqing smiled sweetly, took Yu Mo's arm, and said, "speaking sweetly."

But apparently she was very useful.

In the evening, when the two returned to their residence, they saw Tang Jing wandering at the door from a distance, with a smile on his face.

Yu Mo froze in his heart and asked, "Fatty, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Tang Jing raised his head and said in surprise, "Brother Mo, you're back."

Yu Mo pointed to the scar on his face and asked, "Who hurt you?"

Gu Ziqing also hurriedly said: "Did you and the Demon Race learn from each other? He hurt you. These guys really don't know the importance."

Tang Jing had been hanging out with the demons all the time, and he had to fight against each other. Gu Ziqing was worried about which demon had hurt him.

Tang Jing lowered his head in shame and said, "It's not the brother of the Demon Race, it's someone else."