Supreme Medicinal God

"you……"

Mo Lingshan was furious and just about to get close. After seeing Ye Feng's five fingers ticked off, his face changed greatly. He felt some pain in his butt and could not help but take a step back.

"Why don't you dare?"

Ye Feng looked at Mo Lingshan jokingly.

"You... you big bastard!" I thought I was just scared by Ye Feng's action. Mo Lingshan's cheeks were hot and painful. After staring at Ye Feng, he turned and pulled a white beard behind him. The old man coquettishly said: "Grandpa, this guy bullied me, will you help me beat him?"

Great?!

Ye Feng couldn't help but stunned and looked at the old man in doubt.

If he remembered correctly, Du Zhong said that Mo Lingshan's grandfather Mo Dayin was an innate master.

Late stage?!

But with a quick glance, Ye Feng immediately judged that this old man should not be a big one by repairing to the realm.

"Mr. Mo Er..."

"Why didn't Senior Mo Da come, just sent his younger brother to participate in the ancient Wu Dabi?"

At the same time, some people in the crowd recognized the identity of the old man, and there was a lot of noise.

"Little girl, don't you tell the second grandpa why he bullied you, how can I help you out?"

Mo Er reached out and rubbed Mo Lingshan's head and smiled.

This old man is reasonable, and he knows what to ask!

Ye Feng nodded slightly and immediately had a good impression on the old man.

"He...he robbed me of things, and still hit me in front of many people," Mo Lingshan's eyes rolled round, pointing at Ye Feng, filled with indignation: "Second grandpa, you help me to teach him lessons. good or not?"

"Little girl, food can be eaten indiscriminately, words can't be arbitrarily said, it was clearly something you forcibly robbed us, now how to spit on people, said we robbed you. Raise your head three feet and have gods, talk nonsense, be careful of the ass. "

Ye Feng smiled faintly, watching Mo Lingshan play with the taste.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Mo Er glanced at Mo Lingshan.He can't be more clear about the character of this little girl, but she's just too capricious, and she is always the only one who robs others of things.

"It was not false that they discovered first, but I said I wanted to buy it. They dared to ask. Isn't this not to see our Fang Cunshan in my eyes?" Mo Lingshan's eyes turned, and he continued to stir up the flames.

Really beating...

Ye Feng pouted, and thought he should slap this little girl's ass more times last time.

"Xiaoyou, this girl Lingshan is used to her waywardly. Maybe there was something offended before. Please forgive me." Mo Er shook his head with a bitter smile. After arching his hands at Ye Feng, Shen said, "I don't know if I can give this hotel room. We are several Fang Cun Shan. We don’t want it, and we will lead you to your friendship."

"I'm sorry, I keep this room useful, and I don't need someone's favor..." Ye Feng shrugged lightly.

The reason why he wanted Jiang Yixue to wrap up this hotel was to facilitate the elite accommodation sent by the Yihua Palace and the military. If the room was distributed to Fang Cunshan, wouldn’t they just sleep on the street by then? .

Mo Er heard the sound, his brows could not help but twisted into a pimple, the look in Ye Feng also looked a little strange.

Fang Cunshan is the head of the six major factions of ancient Wu. Although he is not the patriarch, he took the post-level cultivation practice and coupled with the identity of Mo Da's brother, even the patriarch of the five major schools would give him a little thin face when he saw him.

But right now, this unknown young man actually refused his request without hesitation.

In particular, the phrase "I don't need other people's favors" makes Mo Er feel that there is no place for his old face.

"In this case, I don't know if you dare to discuss with me. If the old man wins, we will bother to give us a few rooms..." After a little silence, Mo Er looked at Ye Feng and said in a deep voice.

These big gates are indeed arrogant, feel that anyone must give them face...

Ye Feng was speechless for a while, but felt that if he didn't take Mo Er's challenge, he wouldn't want people to think that he was afraid of Fang Cunshan, and he immediately smiled indifferently and said, "What if you lose?"

"Hahaha..." Mo Er heard the sound and couldn't help laughing.

Not only him, but the group of disciples of Fang Cunshan who followed him also looked at Ye Feng with idiot-like eyes.

Although Mo Er was inferior, he was also a master in the ancient martial arts world. How could such a cultivation behavior be lost to the young Ye Feng.

"If the old man loses, let the conditions open!" Mo Er said confidently after a few laughs.

"Come on then." Ye Feng shrugged, then continued lightly: "You are old, I will make you three tricks!"

"Crazy!" Mo Er's face sank immediately when he heard the sound, and there was a sorrow in his eyes.

He has been involved in the ancient martial arts for so many years, and the arrogant young people have met a lot, but like Ye Feng, the young man who said that he would let him make three moves was the first time he met.

After a cold snort, he stepped forward and punched Ye Feng's chest with a fist.

Although Mo was older, the strength of his fist was not to be underestimated, and Fang Cunshan's cultivation method was also very good. When the fist was out, he was wrapped in a wind-like sound and was deafened.

"Second Grandpa, come on, beating this big bastard!"

Seeing Mo Er shot, Mo Lingshan immediately kept fisting, cheering Mo Er for the atmosphere, and shining his eyes, waiting for a picture of Ye Feng being knocked down by Mo Er.

"The first move!" Ye Feng smiled faintly, and did not fight back. Instead, his hands were behind his back, and his feet moved, his figure was like a ghost, and he was able to avoid the side when the fist approached.

Very fast body style!

As soon as the boxing was empty, Mo Er's eyes immediately showed a surprise.

Although he didn't use all his strength in this punch, he only used 50% of his strength. According to his estimates, even such a punch is not something that the ancient martial artist of Ye Feng can avoid.

Apart from being surprised, he felt that his cheeks were slightly hot, his eyes flickered, his ears moved slightly, and he listened to the wind. After determining where Ye Feng had settled, he exerted 70% of his strength, and kicked his legs when he lifted his legs. .

"Second move!"

Whip leg swept down, Ye Feng raised his hand unavoidably, and then pinched Mo Er's ankle. After blocking the offensive, his hand was loose, and he took a step back, and said lightly.

What exactly is this kid doing?

Mo Er's eyes were getting more and more shocking, and Ye Feng's expression was too unexpected.

He really couldn't remember when such a young master appeared in the ancient martial arts world.

Although I was surprised in my heart, Mo's movement on the second hand was not slow. His whole body was running internally. He took out ten to ten strengths, jumped forward, and quickly appeared in front of Ye Feng. Then he raised his knees and pushed towards Ye Feng's chest. .

"Third move!"

The wind roared, Ye Feng looked as usual, palms facing down, and after receiving the trick, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Old man, three strokes have passed, I'm going to fight back. Fist and eyes are blind, you admit defeat You still have time!"

(End of this chapter)