The stunned boy who looked stupid was Mo Xiaohe, who made Guilin Mountain lively five days ago.

Mo Xiaohe tilted his head slightly along with the shout, his neat sharp oval eyes stood slightly, still slowly, "Why did I stand up when I saw you?"

Seemingly thinking that this was almost meaningful, he turned his head back and turned at the man again, adding, "What are you?"

The one who shouted at Mo Xiaohe was a middle-aged man, the weather was very hot, but he was still neatly dressed in an old robe, and he had the gentle temperament of a scholar.

was scolded back by a wild boy like this, but the man was not angry, and there was no surprise in his expression.

He didn't learn those ointments, and the dog looked at people and went back, "I don't even know me, you don't want to die?"

He didn't learn from those martial artists, and he drew his sword to provoke, "Let's see kung fu with our sword." ”

He didn't even learn from those rich eunuchs, and scolded condescendingly, "It's really a thing that doesn't know the height of the sky." ”

"Here, there are three major forces with three state borders and a hundred miles of spiritual veins. I am the housekeeper of the Lord of Yunshan under the banner of Geng Huaiguo, and my surname is Tian Mingliang. ”

The middle-aged man was obviously a figure who had seen a lot of blood, and immediately straightened his face, neither humble nor arrogant, "Who are you, who sent you, what's the matter?"

In the desolate dust and sand of the desert, under the silence of several people, Mo Xiaohe's eyes passed through the bodies of many laborers and looked directly at the middle-aged people.

is not like a handsome and dashing merry talent, let alone a domineering hero, he is still a tricky man, cocking Erlang's legs, speaking silly, "Don't talk so much." If you want to take your family's spiritual vein, will you give it?"|

It's like a three-and-a-half-year-old hairy kid who holds a bamboo sword and wants to snatch the apple in your hand, this kind of thing, of course, is funny.

Even if it is a well-informed Tian Liang, he can't help but pout.

A wry smile is also a sneer.

As soon as you say it, you know, it turns out that this is really just a stunned young man who is hot-blooded but not yet extraordinary.

Now that he has figured out the bottom of the other party, Tian Liang is not in the mood to play with the other party anymore.

Every day, there will be all kinds of people who come to these three states to die, and he doesn't have the energy to play slowly with everyone.

As a master in the early stage of his ascension, as a person from Geng Huaiguo, he has his arrogance.

He is very busy, managing a lot of labor, and has no time to mess around. Today, if the laborers under her command did not dig enough spirit stones, he would definitely be scolded by his uncle.

So the middle-aged man Tian Liang didn't speak, only punched.

He only took one step forward, only threw one punch, and his movements seemed so weak, so casual, obviously with the laziness of just getting up from a nap but not getting enough sleep.

It's not so much that he's beating people, it's better that he's stretching.

"Alas, little young, I am really impatient to live. He sighed, his tone was very reluctant, in his eyes, it seemed to be a troublesome thing to hit such a teenager.

It's true that anyone who has to go to work as soon as they wake up from a nap will feel impatient.

Only in the next moment, his fist was pressed against Mo Xiaohe's face.

It's very easy, it's very simple, a fist full of the true power of the void slammed into the body of the young man who was not yet extraordinary, much like a person who got up in the morning and moved his muscles, and was using his fist to beat a ball of cotton boringly.

Yes, it's like beating a ball of cotton, because Mo Xiaohe is like a ball of cotton, motionless, half of his face that was hit by a fist is sunken like cotton, and his eyes seem to be about to protrude.

But at the same time, Mo Xiaohe was also as relaxed as cotton, as if he had not been hit by any force, and still sat quietly.

The middle-aged man's heart sank suddenly, just like a sleeping person who was splashed with a large basin of cold water and completely woke up.

He quickly drew his fist, and subconsciously threw a heavy fist with his right hand.

The air full of desert dust burned violently, like a silent sea of fire spreading. Standing straight around, the laborers, who looked fierce and vicious, ran away desperately.

Only Mo Xiaohe sat quietly in place.

The weather is hot, the air is dry, and the mouth is easy to thirsty, Mo Xiaohe raised a cup of tea with one hand.

His other hand was naturally stretched out, as if he had taken a chopstick for eating, and he caught the fist of the middle-aged man. Then, as if holding chopsticks, his hand twisted slightly.

In the still, deathly air, there was a creak of broken bones.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth in pain, as if he wanted to wail, but he couldn't shout, only a sound came out, and the voice was broken. Because with his other hand, he covered his mouth.

It wasn't that he succumbed to Mo Xiaohe's obscenity and didn't dare to scream, just because Mo Xiaohe grabbed his hand and covered his own mouth.

Mo Xiaohe's voice was still faint, "I hate when someone yells, no matter how painful it is, you can endure it for me, don't scream." ”

The middle-aged man, whose face was flushed with color, nodded vigorously.

"I'm just a worker, it's useless to kill me, spare me my life, and I can still pass on to you. ”

The middle-aged man who was relieved covered his arm in pain, not to lose an old Jianghu, even if the pain was unbearable, even if his Xiao Ming was between Mo Xiaohe's thoughts, but he still maintained the calm he deserved, "May I ask who is the protégé of the forces of your Excellency? Longmen, not the Ruler Sect, or the Fengyu family?"

"Someone promised me a copy of the cheats when I got it done. So I'm just working. ”

Mo Xiaohe pursed his lips and poked his breath and said, "Go and tell you boss that the hundred miles of spiritual veins belong to the people of the world, and he has to return it to the people of the world." ”

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Dozens of laborers at the scene quickly gathered over, staring at Mo Xiaohe like a ghost.

With only one hand, he easily grasped the fist of a saintly powerhouse, and then broke the opponent's hand like breaking chopsticks, what kind of strength is this?

What kind of force can cultivate such a young and promising genius?

A small sect has such talents.

So in the legend, how strong should the dozen or so arrogant sons on that mountain be?

The big man who was called San'er trembled, and finally mustered up his courage, bent his waist to Mo Xiaohe, and said respectfully with his fists, "Shaoxia, you are strong, you are really a real genius." The small one knows that the small life is not valuable, and the small one is not valuable, the small one is kind, and he dares to reveal some news to the hero. ”

"The three major forces, there are many saints, and even the masters of the gods, especially the three overlords, Yuan Liu, Geng Yuhuai, and Mu Zhizhang, are all the strength of the sky, you have to be careful, don't suffer losses. ”

This cautious appearance, where is it still like the big man who wanted to break Mo Xiaohe's bones and stuff his ass, and his eyes.

But the laborers who looked fierce and vicious at the scene didn't dare to speak out, and no one laughed at San'er anymore, but there was more admiration in his expression.

Isn't that it, daring to talk to such a young man requires courage that ordinary people don't have.

The young man Mo Xiaohe lifted his trouser legs, threw his feet on the chair, glared at San'er like a fool, and shouted, "Breath." ！

It scared San'er out of a shiver, and half of his body was in a cold sweat.

"Drink tea. Mo Xiaohe shouted again.