If you become a blacksmith yourself, you can build tungsten steel weapons, because the legacy left by the old man on the chessboard has ancient skills.

It seems that this path is viable.

Han Feng was walking on the street, only to hear the chickens and dogs jumping behind him, and there was a sound of horses' hooves.

"Nanling County Dao soldiers arrest the criminals! The others retreat!" someone shouted loudly.

Han Feng had some instincts and felt that this might be coming at him.

A middle-aged man riding a black horse walked up to Han Feng and shouted, "Boy, are you the one who killed the Zhu family?"

Ouyang Dashao followed behind Han Feng like a dog, bound by iron chains. When he saw the Taoist soldiers from the county town coming, he immediately felt that there was hope again.

Han Feng looked at the middle-aged man: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, and the Taoist soldier next to him shouted: "Presumptuous! This is Second Master Mo of the City Lord's Mansion!

Han Feng said: "I heard that in your Nanling County, the highest cultivation is a king-level monk. I don't know if this Second Master Mo of yours is a king-level cultivator?"

The middle-aged man Mo Erye, who was riding a black horse, was Mo Er, and he said with some displeasure: "What if I'm not a king-level cultivator?"

"If you're not a king-level cultivator, you're not qualified to talk to me. If you want to speak, call your lords of the city. ”

After Han Feng finished speaking, he stepped forward, completely ignoring Na Mo Er.

The spectators next to him couldn't help but be amazed: This young man is arrogant enough.

Mo Lao Er was ignored, he was very angry, threw up the horsewhip in his hand, and whipped it at Han Feng's head, and shouted: "What are you arrogant!"

The passers-by on the side were startled, if they were whipped to the head, half their lives would be gone!

Mo Lao Er was also thinking in his heart: Watch Lao Tzu smash your dog's head with a whip!

But—

Han Feng didn't reply, and grabbed the whip with one hand.

"What?!" Mo Lao Er was stunned.

"Get down!" Han Feng shook it vigorously and dragged Mo Lao Er off the horse.

With a pop, Mo Lao Er fell to the ground, disgraced.

"Attack me, are you okay?"

Han Feng raised his feet high and kicked Mo Lao Er's face fiercely.

Click!

The bridge of Mo Laoer's nose was kicked and broken, and his face was covered in blood.

Han Feng didn't mean to stop, and kept kicking at Mo Laoer's face.

Passers-by looked stupid: this is too strong, and they actually kicked the second son of the city lord like a sandbag.

Mo Lao Er's cultivation is at the peak of the human level, and he is also wearing refined armor, but he has no armor on his face, and the defense on his face is not good.

The Taoist soldiers he brought were also stunned, and it was only in Mo Laoer's cries for help that they surrounded Han Feng.

Dozens of Dao soldiers surrounded Han Feng.

"I'll kick you in the face, are you convinced?" Han Feng picked up Mo Lao Er like a chicken.

"You're such a big!"

Mo Lao Er is the second son of the city lord of Nanling County, and after his old man dies, the city lord will be his eldest brother, and he will be the deputy city lord, how majestic he wants to be, who would have thought that he was arbitrarily beaten by an unknown kid today, and he couldn't swallow this breath.

So he scolded.

Han Feng said: "Very good, if you are so arrogant, I will abolish your cultivation." ”

After speaking, he entangled Mo Lao Er with silk strength, and directly absorbed his vitality with his energy.

"My vitality! my vitality!" Mo Lao Er sensed that something was wrong, felt that his vitality was disappearing, and screamed desperately.

After absorbing Mo Laoer's vitality, his cultivation was wasted, and Han Feng directly kicked him out of two feet away.

"You dare to abolish my cultivation! I'm not done with you!" Mo Lao Er yelled like crazy.

Han Feng said: "I told you a long time ago, if you want to talk to me, you will send the king level, no matter how arrogant other people are, next time it will not be as simple as abolishing your cultivation." ”

The onlookers exclaimed, and they all felt that Han Feng was really powerful and domineering.

The Dao soldiers who surrounded Han Feng looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Go and call my father!" shouted, "Mo Lao Er pulled his neck and shouted.

A Taoist soldier rode away quickly.

Han Feng said: "Your father, could it be that your father is the city lord of this Nanling County, maybe it is the king-level strength!"

"When my dad comes, he'll definitely kill you!" Mo Lao Er scolded.

Han Feng took out the seven-star knife, walked towards Mo Lao Er step by step, and said coldly: "Your mouth is so unclean, should I cut off your tongue?"

Swept away by the cold gaze, Mo Lao Er couldn't help but shudder, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Han Feng.

"Let me ask you, should I cut off your tongue?" Han Feng was slightly angry and said coldly.

"No...... I was wrong...... I shouldn't be talking nonsense. ”

Mo Lao Er was so aggrieved that he was about to vomit blood, he lived for more than forty years, when was he so aggrieved like today?

Passers-by pointed and pointed at Han Feng's eyes as if they were looking at a powerful emperor.

Many families in the city are very domineering, and the people in the City Lord's Mansion are even more arrogant, but today, the second son of the City Lord is actually kneeling on the ground like a grandson, and the object of his knees is still a teenager, what is wrong with this world?

Ouyang Dashao, who was chained by iron chains, originally felt very hopeful, but he didn't dare to breathe at the moment, and his eyes were gloomy.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the street.

There was an old man riding a white ox running quickly, and he was followed by a group of Taoist soldiers, and his momentum was amazing.

"Hahaha! My dad is here! You're done!"

Suddenly, Mo Lao Er's spirits lifted and he was very happy. He had already seen his father, the old man riding the bull.

His father is the city lord, a dignified king-level cultivator, why don't he beat Han Feng down as soon as he comes?

Soon, the old man riding the white bull came closer.

Mo Lao Er crawled to the ground, snorting and tearful: "Dad, you're finally here! This guy is too deceitful, you have to be the master of the child!"

The gray-haired old man slowly walked two feet in front of Han Feng.

"Dad! That's him! Look at him beating me! You're going to get angry at me and break his legs!"

Mo Lao Er stood aside, pointed at Han Feng, and gritted his teeth.

The gray-haired old man slowly raised his palm.

"Yes, Dad, you will kill him yourself, and you will cramp him ......."

Syllable!

To everyone's consternation, the gray-haired old man's slap was not aimed at Han Feng, but fell on Mo Laoer's face.

"Dad, why did you beat me?" Mo Lao Er covered his cheeks and looked at the gray-haired old man with an aggrieved expression.

"I'm going to hit you, don't kneel down yet!" the gray-haired old man kicked Mo Lao Er.

The onlookers were stunned, and they didn't know why: why did the city lord come and not help his own son, but beat and scolded his son?

Han Feng, who was standing on the other side, also didn't understand.