That smile is as bright as a star.

In an instant, everyone present was stunned.

But Yan Qingyu was inexplicably shocked, and a bad premonition instantly enveloped his heart.

At that moment, Yan Qingyu opened his mouth, but just as he was about to speak, he saw that the old man in charge suddenly glanced at him.

Damn it!

Yan Qingyu scolded secretly, but it was not good to say anything.

At this time, I saw Mo Fengwu staring at the square-faced man and said, "How do you feel now?" ”

The square-faced man didn't speak, only smiled on his face, and looked ahead as if he hadn't heard.

Then, after waiting for a long time, he saw that the square-faced man finally pulled the corners of his mouth, then looked at Mo Fengwu and said:

"I'm fine"

Three simple words, but at this time, when they came out of the mouth of the square-faced man, it was like slow motion, very weird.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Mo Fengwu asked the same question as before: "What's wrong?" ”

This time, the square-faced man paused for a little longer.

Only then did he grin: "It's very comfortable."

At this time, if you can't see that there is a problem with this square-faced man, it is blind!

So in an instant, there was an uproar in the audience!

Many people stood up from their positions abruptly, with a look of surprise on their faces.

It was Mo Fengwu, who smiled again when he heard this.

Then he got up from his chair with graceful movements, and then came to the square-faced man. Then, for a moment when everyone was concentrating, he suddenly stretched out his hand and stabbed directly into the chest of the square-faced man!

This knife almost pierced the square-faced man's chest.

Blood flowed out, instantly staining the square-faced man's shirt red.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

His eyes widened in an instant, and after a while, someone shouted.

But at this moment, I only heard Mo Fengwu say again: "Does it hurt?" ”

Wipe!

What the hell is this problem?

The whole chest cavity is penetrated, and it's not a dead person, how can it not hurt?!

So as soon as Mo Fengwu's words fell, without waiting for the square-faced man to speak, someone in the audience finally couldn't help it and said

"It's all like this, can it not hurt?"

"That's it! What a problem! ”

"It's nonsense!"

"There's no time, I guess it's grandstanding"

Everyone shouted, and at this moment, I saw that the old man of the Huan family, who had never liked to talk very much, suddenly turned pale:

"Shut up!"

A loud shout instantly silenced the surroundings.

And at this moment, the square-faced man on the stage, who only listened to it, finally slowly spoke: "It doesn't hurt"

What the?!

No, it doesn't hurt?!

For a moment, everyone present was stunned.

Only Mo Fengwu finally smiled softly. Then he pulled out a long knife, looked at Yan Qingyu, and said, "Give you a chance, admit defeat?" ”

At this time, Yan Qingyu's face was already difficult to see.

He moved his lower lip, but did not speak.

At this time, only a voice was heard, and suddenly came up from the crowd: "Master Mo, can you explain a thing or two for us?" ”

The voice was a little old, Mo Fengwu glanced at it when he heard this, and then saw that in the crowd of onlookers, an old man was staring at him with burning eyes.

The old man looked like he was in his early fifties, dressed in a long robe, with mediocre facial features, but his expression was extremely dignified.

And beside the old man, there stood some old men of the same age, tall or short, fat or thin. But at this moment, they all stared at Mo Fengwu for a moment, and their old and wrinkled faces were full of seriousness and fanaticism.