Murong Hang's misery is moving, and when I see his painful appearance, my heart is very happy.

This dog mongrel is a prince and aggressive, and this evil breath has been endured for a long time.

Guan Weiqing's strength is very strong, although he was attacked, but he was still not put down, he heard Murong Hang's screams, he couldn't help but look at me, saw Murong Hang's miserable appearance, and shouted: "Mo Xiaokun, you ......"

Halfway through the words, the big bull pounced and smashed Guan Weiqing's chest with a punch, and Guan Weiqing took a few steps backwards when he boarded.

Before he could stand firmly, Da Zhuang had already fallen down again, grabbed Guan Weiqing's clothes from behind, roared, and actually lifted Guan Weiqing high above the top and spun around.

Da Zhuang is born with divine power, and if he wants to lift a person, it is basically effortless.

Guan Weiqing was held high in the air, and his hands and feet had no power point, so even if his martial arts were at the top, there was no room for play, he scolded in the air and danced with his hands and feet.

The speed of Da Zhuang turning in circles is getting faster and faster, and many people who look at Guan Weiqing feel dazzled.

Da Zhuang is absolutely inconspicuous in the crowd, and his murderous reputation is only limited to Liangchuan City, and no one knows about it in Zhongjing, so it is very easy for people to ignore.

It was only at this moment that the disciples of the Taiping Temple realized how terrifying the strength of this unremarkable young man was.

Da Zhuang shouted again, and suddenly threw Guan Weiqing out, Guan Weiqing's figure actually crossed the sky above the crowd and crashed towards the gate of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

"Bang!"

The gate was smashed to pieces, countless fragments flew around, Guan Weiqing's body fell to the ground, rolled dozens of times in a row, and only stopped when it reached the center of the main hall.

He turned over and tried to get up, but he felt that the bones in his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he couldn't help but snort a few times.

"Let me go in and get Guan Weiqing out!"

At this moment, my voice came from outside the main hall, and Guan Weiqing's heart was broken.

Looking at the current situation, the disciples of Taipingguan were suppressed by the Shenwei camp, Mo Xiaokun had completely controlled the situation, and the second prince couldn't suppress Mo Xiaokun, so if he stayed here, he wouldn't be pleased.

He thought that Murong Hang was the prince, and Mo Xiaokun didn't dare to really kill him, but he didn't have royal status, and once he fell into the hands of Mo Xiaokun, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He immediately looked around and rushed to the back door of the main hall.

Da Niu and the Nanmen brothers then rushed into the main hall, intending to catch Guan Weiqing and bring him back to punish me, but as soon as he rushed into the main hall, he saw Guan Weiqing's figure disappearing behind the Buddha statue, and immediately shouted and chased after him.

I was outside the main hall and saw that Guan Weiqing had been defeated, and Da Zhuang and the others went in to chase him, so he turned his head to look at Murong Hang.

Murong Hang's pain decreased slightly, and his complexion gradually recovered.

I sneered, picked up Murong Hang's chin with the machine gun in my hand, and sneered: "Second prince, are you still convinced?" ”

"I'll serve your mother!"

Murong Hang turned out to be quite tough, and he was also sure that I didn't dare to kill him, so he yelled.

I became angry again, slammed it on Murong Hang's face, and shouted: "Hit me, beat me hard!" ”

Hearing my order, all the Nanmen brothers became excited.

What's the matter, Murong Hang is such a dick, he has long been unpleasant, and what they are waiting for is my words.

So, the brothers at the south gate rushed to Murong Hang.

One went up with a punch, spit out a bubble of saliva, and scolded: "The second prince is amazing? ”

One went up and gave Murong Hang a kick, and scolded: "Lao Tzu is not afraid of you at the south gate!" ”

Another one rushed behind Murong Hang, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed it into the back of Murong Hang's head, and Murong Hang fell to the ground when he landed.

"Bang bang bang!"

One by one, the shadows of the feet fell on Murong Hang as densely as raindrops, and although Murong Hang was tough, he couldn't help but scream.

My people are all mixed society, and I never know what it means to be soft when I want to beat people.

Besides, I also spoke, and they were even more unscrupulous.

My people scolded while beating, Murong Hang covered his head with both hands, rolled all over the ground, and scolded while rolling: "Mo Xiaokun, I am a grass mud horse!" I'm going to kill your whole family! ”

Today's humiliation is definitely the first time for Murong Hang, he was beaten by a group of thugs in front of thousands of his subordinates, if this spreads, where does he Murong Hang still have a face?

I turned to look at Brother Yao, took out a cigarette, handed one to Brother Yao, and asked with a smile, "Brother Yao, are you okay?" ”

Brother Yao was beaten just now, and his anger exploded, and now he saw that Murong Hang was a hundred times worse than him, a thousand times, and his heart was happy, he took the cigarette, took out the lighter and lit the fire for me first, and then smiled: "It's okay, I just think Murong Hang is too fucking arrogant, I can't bear this breath!" ”

I took a puff of cigarette and looked at Brother Yao, but I had the time of going back to the past, the kind of people who were fighting on the streets, young and frivolous.

At that time, although there were also strong opponents, they were not so depressed, there were not so many taboos, and compared to now, they were much more wanton.

I will always be a gangster, even if I am now powerful and powerful, I still can't change my past habits.

I like to smoke cigarettes and play hard with my brothers.

It's been a long time since I've felt at this time.

Seeing Murong Hang being flattened, the disciples of the Taiping Temple all felt that their faces were irrelevant, they were disgraced, and even the second prince was beaten, this Mo Xiaokun was really not afraid.

Murong Hang was beaten for more than ten minutes, and no one could count how many kicks and punches he received, but after the younger brothers dispersed, they could see that Murong Hang was covered with footprints, his clothes were dirty like a flower, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his mouth and nose were bloody, his eyes were narrowed into a slit, and the glorious image of a tube that was relatively well maintained was all ruined today.

He finally didn't scold me anymore, not that he gave in, but that he was dying and even had a problem speaking.

When I saw Murong Hang's miserable appearance, my heart was very happy, and I flicked the cigarette butt in my hand, and the cigarette butt flew out in an arc with the firelight in the night sky, and then walked in front of Murong Hang with a smile, slowly squatted down, and asked with a smile: "Second prince, how do you feel now?" ”

Murong Hang opened his eyes, his eyes were full of fierce light, but then he quickly dimmed, his eyes closed, and he fainted!

I couldn't help laughing, stood up, and announced loudly: "The people of the Taiping Temple are all good to Lao Tzu, my name is Mo Xiaokun, and I am also a disciple of Biyun Temple, who dares to offend Biyun Temple again in the future, don't blame me Mo Xiaokun for being ruthless!" ”

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi!"

The disciples of Biyun Temple looked at my heroic appearance, and couldn't help but have a fanatical worship for me like the brothers in the South Gate, and shouted my name.

I never thought I was strong, on the contrary, I knew very well that there were many people in this world who were more powerful than me Mo Xiaokun.

So at every moment, I don't dare to relax easily.

I don't think that one person can conquer everyone with strength, only your behavior can convince people.

I used my actions to gain the recognition of the monks of Biyun Temple.

Not only the monks of Biyun Temple, but also the soldiers of the Shenwei Camp, as if they only knew me at this moment and had a further understanding of me.

Brother Kun of Nanmen, no wonder he has such a big reputation, and a sentence can make thousands of people in Nanmen obey.

At this point, it's almost over, Murong Hang is the prince, no matter how much I want to kill him, but when someone sees it, I still can't do it.

Although I am impulsive, I am never reckless, and it is not the work of a wise man to destroy my overall situation for the sake of a momentary anger.

Therefore, I spoke in a very high-profile manner, and then asked the disciples of Taipingguan to take Murong Hang to roll for me.

The disciples of the Taiping Temple were like lost dogs, lifting Murong Hang and exiting Biyun Temple in embarrassment.

Da Zhuang and Da Niu still didn't catch Guan Weiqing after all, after all, Guan Weiqing's strength is far better than the two, if he wants to escape, he still can't stop Da Niu with Da Da Niu.

Da Niu came back with someone and told me: "Brother Kun, I'm sorry, Guan Weiqing escaped, and we couldn't catch him." ”

I know the difference in strength between Da Niu and Guan Weiqing, and I don't wonder Da Niu, so I smiled and said: "It's okay, let him escape today, he will definitely not be able to escape next time!" ”

Looking back at the scene, the old monk of the Scripture Pavilion had long since disappeared, and it was estimated that he had returned to the Scripture Pavilion to continue sweeping his ground.

For this old monk, I respect him from the bottom of my heart, not only because of his strength, but also because of his indisputable bearing.

This is something I can never do, I Mo Xiaokun, I have always been a layman, and I still pursue power, fame and wealth.

My goal is for my son to sit on the dragon chair in the main hall, the throne of the Son of Heaven, and be proud of the world!