Of course Lang Xing would not kill Mo Hui. If he slapped him, the hatred would be limited to the two of them. If he were to kill him, it would bring trouble to Zixiao Palace. If it weren't for the vague feeling of the previous life that affected his emotions, he would not even be able to do this.
He wouldn't even slap him in the face, but since he was slapped, he didn't regret anything, and it was actually quite satisfying.
Mo Hui, who had woken up, struggled desperately. The anger caused by the humiliation made his eyes red. He just wanted to break free and fight to the death with Lang Xing. But Lang Xing's God Binding Technique was used by a late Nascent Soul master like Lian Shen Qing.
No monk can break free easily.
Lang Xing looked at Mo Hui's distorted face with disdain and said leisurely, "I have beaten you, but I can continue to beat you as much as you want. You still promise not to beat me to death? Now you know that I want to kill you."
How easy is it? Do you know what the style of an immortal king should be?"
"You have the ability to beat me to death!" Mo Hui roared angrily.
Lang Xing smiled lightly and said, "You are not worth dirtying my hands. You are just a puddle of dog shit. I can trample you to pieces, but who wants to step on dog shit? You are not worth the money for that pair of shoes."
Mo Hui was not an ordinary person. He stopped struggling, looked at Lang Xing with cold eyes and said, "It is a despicable act to hurt someone with a secret arrow. Do you think this is the style of an immortal king? Your third senior brother Xin Ping taught you this."
Right? You two have really embarrassed the Immortal Lord, do you dare to let me go and fight openly?"
Wu Xian anxiously said to Mo Hui, "If you can't beat him, don't seek death!" ??
Lang Xing watched Mo Hui wordlessly pull off his Taoist robe with a wave of his hand, holding it in his hand and looking at it with a look of satisfaction. Then he looked at Mo Hui's middle robe, and Dayou also took it off.
The idea of ​​stripping it off and taking it for his own was that Mo Hui, as a closed disciple of Wuzhen Sect, naturally wore the highest quality clothes, made from the finest silk.
Lang Xing's bad words are really no worse than Xun Yi's, but their styles are completely different. Xun Yi talks and acts at the same time. Lang Xing's talk is not as bad as Xun Yi's, but his approach is more pragmatic.
The two people are the same, that is, they are so bad that it makes people laugh and cry.
Mo Hui grabbed his top with one hand and his bottom with the other and closed his mouth. If someone stripped him naked in front of Wu Xia, then he would really rather die.
Lang Xing put away Mo Hui's Taoist robe and said with a smirk, "It should be a top-grade silk Taoist robe. I'll wear it for a few days and return it to you later." He doesn't have the Sixth Senior Brother to grab Yao Hui's two robes now.
The domineering spirit of the Lingbao, so it must be said that it is "borrowed".
Mo Hui tried his best to control the anger in his heart and looked at Lang Xing so coldly.
Lang Xing put away the evil smile on his face, replaced it with a look of disdain and said, "You want to fight me openly? You don't deserve it. Originally, I wanted you to vomit a few mouthfuls of blood and go back to recover from a century-old injury, but I'm borrowing it."
For the sake of giving you a Taoist robe, I will spare you." After saying that, he returned to Deyi Diao's back calmly and asked Wu Xia, "Sixth Senior Sister, are you sending him back or giving me a ride?
?”
Wu Xia was extremely embarrassed and said with his spiritual thoughts, "You should leave quickly, the sooner the better. Never come to Northern Xinjiang by yourself in the future. I will help you persuade him. This enmity is too big."
Lang Xinghun nonchalantly sent back his thoughts and said, "You don't have to persuade him for me. A mere Wuzhen Sect can't do anything to me, so I'll leave first. I've already said hello to Sixth Senior Brother and the others. When I encounter trouble,
They will take some care of you." After passing this
With Tao Shen Nian, he controlled the Deyi Eagle and galloped away.
Wu Xia moved his toes and wanted to catch up, but after looking at Mo Hui, he gave up the idea of ​​catching up and let out a sigh of regret in his heart.
Before the Deyi Eagle flew far, Bai Xiang couldn't hold back her excitement and asked excitedly, "Master, what kind of cultivation is that Mo Hui?" In this short confrontation, her mood could be described as
There are ups and downs, from the initial nervousness, to anger and fearlessness, to the excitement at this moment.
"The realm of perfection in the middle stage of Nascent Soul." After Langxing finished speaking, he smiled and gave her a warning look. This situation was quite similar to the tacit understanding he had when he and his mother made an appointment to keep the secret secret.
"Mid-stage Nascent Soul!" Bai Xiang was so happy that she wanted to jump up, but Master's look in her eyes made her restrain herself and only let out a low cry. Although Master once beat Lu Puzi in the late-stage Nascent Soul to a cripple, but
She was so shocked and afraid that she didn't see anything clearly at that time, but this time she saw clearly that Master slapped the other person in the face lightly, and the other person didn't even have a chance to fight back.
To be able to make Bai Xiang so excited, this slap was worth it. Lang Xing felt both pride and love for Bai Xiang in his heart. No wonder so many people are keen on recruiting disciples. This feels really good.
Lang Xing lightly slapped Bai Xiang on the head, smiled and lectured, "If your horizons are so low, the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul can catch a lot of them, and they are nothing."
Bai Xiang curled his lips and said, "Look what you said, the middle stage of Nascent Soul is not powerful enough? Those with good qualifications have to practice for thousands of years. Although they are not as good as you, Master Shen and Master Si, they are still very powerful.
Well, when I was in the Junlu Sect, I secretly thought that it would be great if I could reach the elixir formation stage in my life."
Lang Xing laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Those little sisters who played with you back then were all mediocre people. They led you to have too low a vision."
Bai Xiang covered her mouth and smiled and said, "It's not entirely their problem. You were already cultivating the pill formation at that time, so I think it would be great if you could reach the pill formation cultivation level."
Lang Xing put away a little of his smile and lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you a secret. I have killed two great magic powers of Huayu." When Bai Xiang was stunned, he paused for a moment before continuing, "You
Your qualifications and understanding are no worse than mine, so it is no joke when I say that you can replace Master Shen and become the most amazing woman in the cultivation world. You must not only have such a vision and mind, but also have such self-confidence."
"Two? The magical power of Huayu?" Bai Xiang asked with straight eyes.
Lang Xing glanced at her angrily and said, "You give me a chance, and what I said next is the key point. Didn't you even hear it?"
"I heard it, I heard it. Did you really kill two Huayu greats?" Bai Xiang's eyes widened and he didn't even blink. He looked like he would not rest in peace until he was confirmed.
"It's absolutely true, can you think about the next few words I said?" Lang Xing showed a look of disgust after finishing speaking.
"Okay! Hehe... I'll think about it now." Bai Xiang's eyes were full of admiration and excitement. Who could not be happy to have such a powerful master?
Returning to Zixiao Palace, Bai Xiang sat next to her master and straightened her back, with a confident smile on her face. This was not only because she knew how powerful her master was, but also because of Shen Qing's teachings to her during this period.
Of course, Lang Xing would not kill Mo Hui. If he slapped him, the hatred would be limited to the two of them. If he were to kill him, it would bring trouble to Zixiao Palace. If it weren’t for the vague feeling of the previous life that affected his emotions,
He didn't even know how to slap him, but since he was slapped, he had no regrets, and it was actually quite satisfying.
Mo Hui, who had woken up, struggled desperately. The anger caused by the humiliation made his eyes red. He just wanted to break free and fight to the death with Lang Xing. But Lang Xing's God Binding Technique was used by a late Nascent Soul master like Lian Shen Qing.
No monk can break free easily.
Lang Xing looked at Mo Hui's distorted face with disdain and said leisurely, "I have beaten you, but I can continue to beat you as much as you want. You still promise not to beat me to death? Now you know that I want to kill you."
How easy is it? Do you know what the style of an immortal king should be?"
"You have the ability to beat me to death!" Mo Hui roared angrily.
Lang Xing smiled lightly and said, "You are not worth dirtying my hands. You are just a puddle of dog shit. I can trample you to pieces, but who wants to step on dog shit? You are not worth the money for that pair of shoes."
Mo Hui was not an ordinary person. He stopped struggling, looked at Lang Xing with cold eyes and said, "It is a despicable act to hurt someone with a secret arrow. Do you think this is the style of an immortal king? Your third senior brother Xin Ping taught you this."
Right? You two have really embarrassed the Immortal Lord, do you dare to let me go and fight openly?"
Wu Xian anxiously said to Mo Hui, "If you can't beat him, don't seek death!"
Lang Xing watched Mo Hui wordlessly pull off his Taoist robe with a wave of his hand, holding it in his hand and looking at it with a look of satisfaction. Then he looked at Mo Hui's middle robe, and Dayou also took it off.
The idea of ​​stripping it off and taking it for his own was that Mo Hui, as a closed disciple of Wuzhen Sect, naturally wore the highest quality clothes, made from the finest silk.
Lang Xing's bad words are really no worse than Xun Yi's, but their styles are completely different. Xun Yi talks and acts at the same time. Lang Xing's talk is not as bad as Xun Yi's, but his approach is more pragmatic.
The two people are the same, that is, they are so bad that it makes people laugh and cry.
Mo Hui grabbed his top with one hand and his bottom with the other and closed his mouth. If someone stripped him naked in front of Wu Xia, then he would really rather die.
Lang Xing put away Mo Hui's Taoist robe and said with a smirk, "It should be a top-grade silk Taoist robe. I'll wear it for a few days and return it to you later." He doesn't have the Sixth Senior Brother to grab Yao Hui's two robes now.
The domineering spirit of the Lingbao, so it must be said that it is "borrowed".
Mo Hui tried his best to control the anger in his heart and looked at Lang Xing so coldly.
Lang Xing put away the evil smile on his face, replaced it with a look of disdain and said, "You want to fight me openly? You don't deserve it. Originally, I wanted you to vomit a few mouthfuls of blood and go back to recover from a century-old injury, but I'm borrowing it."
For the sake of giving you a Taoist robe, I will spare you." After saying that, he returned to Deyi Diao's back calmly and asked Wu Xia, "Sixth Senior Sister, are you sending him back or giving me a ride?
?”
Wu Xia was extremely embarrassed and said with his spiritual thoughts, "You should leave quickly, the sooner the better. Never come to Northern Xinjiang by yourself in the future. I will help you persuade him. This enmity is too big."
Lang Xinghun nonchalantly sent back his thoughts and said, "You don't have to persuade him for me. A mere Wuzhen Sect can't do anything to me, so I'll leave first. I've already said hello to Sixth Senior Brother and the others. When I encounter trouble,
They will take some care of you." After passing this
With Tao Shen Nian, he controlled the Deyi Eagle and galloped away.
Wu Xia moved his toes and wanted to catch up, but after looking at Mo Hui, he gave up the idea of ​​catching up and let out a sigh of regret in his heart.
Before the Deyi Eagle flew far, Bai Xiang couldn't hold back her excitement and asked excitedly, "Master, what kind of cultivation is that Mo Hui?" In this short confrontation, her mood could be described as
There are ups and downs, from the initial nervousness, to anger and fearlessness, to the excitement at this moment.
"The realm of perfection in the middle stage of Nascent Soul." After Langxing finished speaking, he smiled and gave her a warning look. This situation was quite similar to the tacit understanding he had when he and his mother made an appointment to keep the secret secret.
"Mid-stage Nascent Soul!" Bai Xiang was so happy that she wanted to jump up, but Master's look in her eyes made her restrain herself and only let out a low cry. Although Master once beat Lu Puzi in the late-stage Nascent Soul to a cripple, but
She was so shocked and afraid that she didn't see anything clearly at that time, but this time she saw clearly that Master slapped the other person in the face lightly, and the other person didn't even have a chance to fight back.
To be able to make Bai Xiang so excited, this slap was worth it. Lang Xing felt both pride and love for Bai Xiang in his heart. No wonder so many people are keen on recruiting disciples. This feels really good.
Lang Xing lightly slapped Bai Xiang on the head, smiled and lectured, "If your horizons are so low, the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul can catch a lot of them, and they are nothing."
Bai Xiang curled his lips and said, "Look what you said, the middle stage of Nascent Soul is not powerful enough? Those with good qualifications have to practice for thousands of years. Although they are not as good as you, Master Shen and Master Si, they are still very powerful.
Well, when I was in the Junlu Sect, I secretly thought that it would be great if I could reach the elixir formation stage in my life."
Lang Xing laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Those little sisters who played with you back then were all mediocre people. They led you to have too low a vision."
Bai Xiang covered her mouth and smiled and said, "It's not entirely their problem. You were already cultivating the pill formation at that time, so I think it would be great if you could reach the pill formation cultivation level."
Lang Xing put away a little of his smile and lowered his voice and said, "Let me tell you a secret. I have killed two great magic powers of Huayu." When Bai Xiang was stunned, he paused for a moment before continuing, "You
Your qualifications and understanding are no worse than mine, so it is no joke when I say that you can replace Master Shen and become the most amazing woman in the cultivation world. You must not only have such a vision and mind, but also have such self-confidence."
"Two? The magical power of Huayu?" Bai Xiang asked with straight eyes.
Lang Xing glanced at her angrily and said, "You give me a chance, and what I said next is the key point. Didn't you even hear it?"
"I heard it, I heard it. Did you really kill two Huayu greats?" Bai Xiang's eyes widened and he didn't even blink. He looked like he would not rest in peace until he was confirmed.
"It's absolutely true, can you think about the next few words I said?" Lang Xing showed a look of disgust after finishing speaking.
"Okay! Hehe... I'll think about it now." Bai Xiang's eyes were full of admiration and excitement. Who could not be happy to have such a powerful master?
Returning to Zixiao Palace, Bai Xiang sat next to her master and straightened her back, with a confident smile on her face. This was not only because she knew how powerful her master was, but also because of Shen Qing's teachings to her during this period.
Chapter completed!