"By the way, why do you want to take in such a little villain?" Dai Mubai came over from the side at this time and asked mysteriously, "Could he be your illegitimate child?"
Madara knew clearly that this guy was talking nonsense. After all, a normal person would not believe that he, who was only 15 years old, would have a five-year-old illegitimate child, but the veins on his forehead were still exposed.
"I think you need to take care of yourself!" Madara snorted at him and said in a bad tone.
At this time, Zhu Zhuqing, who was also teasing Mumu, moved his ears slightly. The owner of the cat Martial Soul could easily hear the conversation between Madara and Dai Mubai.
"Do you have free time again recently? Come and practice sparring with me!" His slender fingers pinched Dai Mubai's ears and twisted them hard, but Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but Dai Mubai grinned and wailed and dragged him away.
Madara looked at this scene with slight surprise. It seemed that a lot of things happened to Shrek Seven Devils during the time he left.
"I just thought this boy was pitiful at first, and his qualifications were barely adequate!" Madara looked at Mumu, whose face was red from the cold, and caught a glimpse of his brother's searching eyes, so he explained aloud.
Tang San's eyes flickered slightly, but he knew very well how high Madara's vision was, and it was not easy to get him to admit it.
"I won't leave for the time being after I come back this time! I'll wait for you to join Continental Elite Soul Master Competition. I've left a surprise for you there!" Madara said inscrutably, thinking of the Golden Generation who was beaten to death by him.
Tang San Some Zhanger monks were confused, but thinking about Madara's character, they still had a tacit understanding and did not ask.
In the following time, Madara soon met Flender Zhao Wuji and the others, and of course Grandmaster Liu Erlong. All of them were very happy for Madara's return.
After having lunch with Shrek's old friends, Madara did not stay at the Shrek Academy for long, but rushed to Heaven Dou Auction House in Heaven Dou City.
Heaven Dou Auction House is an antique building standing in the center of Heaven Dou City. It is particularly conspicuous in this place where land is precious.
As soon as Madara came to the door and took a look, a neatly dressed attendant came to greet him from the door, bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation. "Your Excellency, please come with me!"
Madara raised his eyebrows slightly. At this time, he said that he had already taken off his Battle Armor, which was almost always on his body, and put on a blood-red outfit. He looked majestic from a distance. No wonder the waiter who had received the order in advance recognized him from the crowd at a glance.
Madara followed him to a private room. The waiter was standing aside, so Madara pushed Gate of Opening in.
The decoration is still elegant and noble, showing the extraordinary status of the owner of the suite. The sets of exquisite tables and chairs are obviously valuable. Sitting on the main seat is a handsome young man who smiles at Madara who enters the door.
"Sir, just tell me what you like today! After all, this auction house also has royal shares!"
After Madara sat down, he still had a stern look on his face, obviously not prepared to pay attention to the eldest prince who was as bottomless as a deep pool.
Seeing that Madara ignored his thoughts, the eldest prince touched his nose, but an imperceptible glint flashed in his eyes.
Then the luxurious private room fell into silence, as if something big was about to happen.
"Who are you?" Madara sat quietly in his seat, suddenly breaking the mysterious atmosphere.
Xue Qinghe suddenly flashed a sharp light in his eyes, and then was quickly covered with confusion, as if he didn't understand why Madara said this?
"Stop pretending! You are definitely not Xue Qinghe!" Madara's voice was a little hoarse, which seemed particularly weird in the private room with only two people left.
Madara had already discovered some clues when he first met Xue Qinghe. The eldest prince seemed to be wrapped in a skin. Although he frowned and smiled like a normal person, he could not escape Madara's pair of Sharingan.
Before Madara could finish his words, a beautiful lightsaber had already stabbed Madara in front of Madara's eyes with a murderous intent, obviously intending to kill and silence him.
But Madara was well prepared, and took the first step to pull out the War Fan that had already been prepared from Storage Ring, and blocked the blow by chance.
Xue Qinghe At this time, his face was filled with murderous intent to hide the panic in his heart. He had made various plans in his mind, but they were all in vain. He just wanted to kill the scourge in front of him as soon as possible who had figured out his identity.
Originally, he wanted to conquer this monster step by step with his own methods, but obviously the plan could not keep up with the changes. Now, only by killing Madara can his identity be safe.
Madara reached forward and grabbed Xue Qinghe's kick. Without hesitation, he grabbed it hard and threw it away like a sack.
Xue Qinghe's body was very light, but he relieved his strength in the air. He stepped slightly towards the wall behind him in mid-air, and used his strength to pounce towards Madara, whose old strength had not gone away and new strength had not yet emerged.
Madara secretly cheered, and with his fists that were ready to strike, he couldn't wait to greet the figure rushing towards him, without holding back at all.
Xue Qinghe also didn't expect that Madara's reaction was so sensitive. When Madara punched him in the abdomen, he only felt a sharp pain, and he backed away with a groan.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Xue Qinghe forced himself to remain calm and suppress the panic in his heart.
"What do I want to do? I should ask the eldest prince about this, right?" Madara looked at the eldest prince in front of him with a half-smile, and said the word "eldest prince" very hard.
Xue Qinghe's heart was as heavy as a stone. He had been undercover here for many years and thought that he would be able to survive until the day when Spirit Hall came to dominate the world. However, he did not expect that his identity would be revealed by Madara.
Xue Qinghe thought for a while, and recovered a lot by delaying the time. "Do you want money or power? You make a price!"
"Joke! Do I, Uchiha Madara, need to beg for mercy from you if I want these vulgar things?" Madara sneered and snorted with disdain, "I just hope your claws don't reach my side! I don't care what you want to do?"
Xue Qinghe's body froze suddenly, obviously he didn't expect that Madara would go to such great lengths just to warn him, and his eyes towards Madara became complicated.
Madara had already thought about exposing his identity, so this guy was constantly plotting against him. With this advantage in hand, he would probably use the most powerful weapon. As for killing Madara directly, if he is really that strong, Madara will of course admit defeat!
The auction below has been proceeding normally, and White Glove's melodious voice seems to have a strange magic power, tempting all participants to spend a lot of money. "The next item is the finale of our auction - Life Spring Water!"
The moment the auctioneer opened the bottle, Madara suddenly turned his head and looked at the ancient glass bottle containing spring water with surprise in his eyes.
Such rich vitality!
"Didn't you say you wanted to give me something? Can I choose this one?" Madara pointed to Life Spring Water that you had placed on the auction table, and looked at Xue Qinghe with a playful look in his eyes.
"Of course!" Xue Qinghe's silver teeth were almost broken, and he could only force a forced smile on his face.
This time I lost my wife and lost my troops! Not only would his identity be revealed, he would also be severely ripped off!