Mo Shuo's move to seal Mo Hui made Lan Yin feel at ease, and she looked at Lang Xing with complicated eyes.
"Senior Brother Mo Shuo! Are you so weak?" Quan Zhong complained to Mo Shuo in great dissatisfaction. He felt that today's matter was very reasonable, and he wished that Lang Xing could continue to be rampant in order to seize more opportunities for him.
"Pa!" A sharp slap sounded on Quan Zhong's face. The slap was so hard that Quan Zhong's head buzzed and he was stunned.
Lan Yin's heart skipped a beat, and her newly rosy face turned pale again. Lang Xing dared to slap Quan Zhong in the face. The sky was about to fall this time.
"Stop!" A majestic voice came from inside the Wuzhen Sect's mountain gate.
Lan Yin's heart skipped a beat. This was the voice of the leader, Mo Yao. She wanted to pull Lang Xing to run, but her legs were weakening.
As Mo Yao appeared, hundreds of Wuzhen Sect disciples followed closely. Suddenly, a storm surged in front of the mountain gate, and murderous intent surged into the sky!
"Zixiao Palace is now..." Lan Yin wanted to remind them that Zixiao Palace is now the largest sect in Puyunzhou, but the other party's powerful momentum made her unable to finish her sentence after only half a sentence.
"Let me go! I have to kill him today!" Quan Zhong, who had finally regained his composure, went crazy now. His eyes were red and he desperately wanted to get rid of Quan Zong's pull and rushed over to fight Lang Xing desperately.
Quan Zong originally wanted to imitate Mo Shuo and seal Quan Zhong, but Mo Yao's appearance made him have other thoughts. After all, he was also full of hatred and wanted to kill Lang Xing. If Wuzhen Zong and Wuji Sect join forces,
Even if this kid is killed, Zixiao Palace will not be able to do anything to them.
"Let him go." Lang Xing ignored Mo Yao who appeared and said to Quanzong calmly. His eyes were cold and his words sounded like he was giving orders.
Quan Zong's eyes kept flickering, realizing that he might be self-defeating. Unexpectedly, this kid ignored Mo Yao and came directly to them.
Lan Yin was almost out of breath, her face turned pale with fright, but she opened up the protective light to protect Lang Xing. She was determined to die. Anyway, she was now a member of Youqi Sect, so she could only give it a try.
Can I protect Lang Xing with this identity?
Mo Yao was a little embarrassed, but the whole sect was already in a desperate situation, so he had no choice but to step forward to rescue him, "Why do you have time to come here to play, little junior brother?"
These words full of cordiality seemed extremely abrupt in this tense atmosphere. Lan Yin looked at Mo Yao's smiling face and couldn't help but blink. She couldn't believe that he would be so kind to Lang Xing, and suspected that he must have some hidden motives.
What a conspiracy.
"Yeah." Lang Xing glanced back at Mo Yao and responded perfunctorily. After all, the other party was also the head of the Wuzhen Sect, so he had to give him some face. Then he turned his head back and treated the whole sect coldly again.
He said, "Let him go."
Quan Zhong stopped shouting and stopped making trouble. Mo Yao's attitude made him feel a little stupid. As for Mo Yao's demeanor, it was not too much to say that he was flattering. If Mo Yao didn't dare to support them, then there would be no way for this matter to continue today.
Already.
Quan Zong said to Lang Xing with a grimace: "You have already beaten him, and the killing was no more than a nod. Your master, Zhengtian Xianzun, was not so domineering back then."
As soon as he said this, everyone who had just arrived understood what was going on with Quan Zhong's swollen left cheek. They couldn't help but look at the bright red palm prints on the swollen cheek. This move was really enough.
Seriously, I guess all half of Quan Zhongxianjun’s teeth are missing. No wonder his shout just now sounded a bit weird.
Under the gaze of everyone, Quan Zhong wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. He became so angry that he shot a hateful look at Lang Xing.
Lang Xing said to Quan Zong with a non-smiling smile: "Yes, killing can only be done with a nod, but he hasn't even nodded yet."
Quan Zhong pursed his lips and stopped talking. He looked at Lang Xing with a serious look in his eyes and asked Quan Zhong to kneel down and kowtow. This was something Wuji Sect would never accept. If Lang Xing bullied people to this extent, it would be nothing.
That’s easy to say.
Mo Yao laughed again and said: "Junior brother, calm down. No matter how much hatred you have with him, he is here to be a guest of our Wuzhen Sect today. Junior brother, just give me a favor."
As if he didn't hear anything, Lang Xing gently pushed away Lan Yin who was protecting him, and walked towards Quan Zhong with a half-smiling expression on his face.
Quan Zong involuntarily pulled Quan Zhong back a step, and then stood still. At this moment, there was even a hint of excitement in his heart. As long as Lang Xing dared to do something more extreme, he would be unlucky no matter what.
Zixiao Palace can’t even think of keeping him!
Quan Zhong stared at Lang Xing, who was walking towards him step by step, with fire-breathing eyes. His rapid breathing was due to both anger and panic. At this moment, Quan Zhong had relaxed his grip on his hand, which was no different from letting go, but
He couldn't muster the courage to take action, even though his heart was being burned by hatred and humiliation.
Lang Xing didn't stop until he came to Quan Zhong, looked at him with disdain and said: "It seems that the lesson in front of Blood Soul Mountain was of no use to you. A bastard like you is hopeless."
Quan Zhong clenched his fists in excitement. Although no one knew what happened in front of Blood Soul Mountain, it seemed that it was not difficult to guess that Quan Zhong had been beaten once. People with quick minds could already think of Quan Zhong.
The injuries that Zhong has yet to recover from are probably the result of that beating.
The more dissatisfied Quan Zhong is, the more hatred Lang Xing feels. He is Anshan Tianjun, and what he hates most is this bunch of bad things to the core. Of course, as a Tianjun, he has a broad mind, but in fact, that is not really a big heart.
, it’s because God didn’t give him so much anger, otherwise he would not only interfere in worldly affairs, but even fight with the Lord of Evil, and the order of heaven and earth would have been in chaos long ago.
But he is no longer the king of heaven. He is angry and does not kill all the evil people in the world just because he has not yet understood good and evil, and has not yet understood the reason why God created this world.
He is willing to vent his hatred, and this time he came here to deliberately stir up trouble just to beat these two people up. He is about to leave here, and he will never see the day when these bastards will be punished, so he can only vent his anger first.
Make up for the regret.
"Pah!" Another sharp slap in the face, and the other half of Quan Zhong's face also swelled.
The veins on Quan Zhong's forehead bulged, and he even began to gasp for air with his mouth open. He glared at Lang Xing with more anger, but there was a look of panic in his eyes.
At this moment, everyone including Lan Yin had a strange feeling. They watched Lang Xing raise his hand and slap him. They felt that Quan Zhong would definitely resist and would never let this slap happen.
If it fell on his face, Quan Zong would definitely take action, but the fact is - neither Quan Zhong nor Quan Zong moved. Although their expressions were obviously anxious, they didn't dare to take action!
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Langxing looked at Quan Zhong with cold eyes, and slapped Quan Zhong one by one, neither urgently nor slowly. Everyone could understand his intention, which was to slap Quan Zhong until he surrendered.
Every crisp sound made everyone's hearts beat. I was really ashamed of this Immortal Lord of the Wuji Sect. Why didn't he resist? Why did the Immortal Lord Quan Zong just look at it like this? It is obvious that the cultivation of these two people
Even though they haven't been banned, are they too scared to move? The Wuji Sect has completely lost its face this time.
Lang Xing did not seal the cultivation of these two people, which would have lost the meaning of venting his anger, and he also deliberately restrained all the pressure. He relied on his momentum to scare these two people, which is hard to say.
I believe it, but both Quan Zhong and Quan Zong seemed to be shocked by some unspeakable force, and realized that anyone who dared to resist would be in trouble.
Quan Zhong held on until the eighth blow, and his face was already beaten into a pig's head. His eyes, which were squeezed into slits, no longer spit out fire, but were filled with grievances and begging for mercy. At this point, he had completely surrendered.
"Stop fighting..." Quanzong begged in a low voice.
Mo Yao's lips moved, but he held back and did not dare to plead. He understood clearly that he was worthless in the eyes of others, so it was better not to humiliate himself.
Lang Xing raised his hand again with an expressionless face. Quan Zhong couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down before the slap fell.
This kneeling will bring shame not only to his Immortal Lord Quan Zhong, but also to the entire Wuji Sect. Under normal circumstances, Quan Zhong would never do such a disgraceful thing even if he died, because he has lost his
Such a big face is worse than death. His life is over, but at this moment he really can't hold on anymore. There is an indescribable powerful force that destroys his will. To be precise, that feeling is more
Like erosion, like a sand castle soaked in water, he was unable to resist or struggle.
Chapter completed!