Seeing Kite Ji bend her knees, Mo Chen's mental power stopped her movements. Kite Ji was powerless to resist, so she could only stand up and keep chanting in her mouth: "Childe is merciful, Childe is merciful." ”

"Okay, compassion can't be talked about, since you and Yue'er are old friends, I naturally won't sit idly by. Mo Chen waved his hand, thought for a while, and said, "I know that you are working hard, and I will also help you get it back for this Jiuqu Ileum Pavilion to deduct your wages." ”

Before the words fell, a sneer suddenly came from inside the restaurant, and then a long-bearded old man accompanied a young man out of the door.

"Young man, you have such a big mouth, don't say anything about beating the people in my restaurant in public, you still want to help this slut make trouble unreasonably?"

It was the long-bearded old man who spoke, his face was gloomy and unsmiling, his gray robe hung straight to the ground, and his whole person exuded a cold aura.

The young man standing beside him was gently shaking the folding fan in his hand, looking at the three of them with contempt on his face.

"Hua Beilang?" After seeing this person's appearance clearly, Hua Yue'er covered her mouth and exclaimed softly.

The young man with a contemptuous face in front of him is named Hua Beilang, who is the third son and youngest son of Hua Leyan, the current head of the Hua family.

The contemporary head of the Hua family in Fulong City, Hua Leyan, has three sons under his knees, the eldest Hua Yuting, the second Hua Mingyuan, and the third Hua Beilang, in addition to this, there is also a female Hua Ningxue.

Among the three sons, Hua Yuting is the oldest and has the most gentle temperament, but unfortunately his qualifications are extremely poor, and now he is only in the eighth-layer realm of the building body.

The second eldest Hua Mingyuan has the best qualifications, he was admitted to the Qingyun Sword Sect as early as three years ago, and now he is already a personal disciple under the seat of the Qingyun Sect Master. And this old Sanhua Beilang, with acceptable qualifications but the worst temperament, spends all day outside and spends all day drinking and living like a gentleman disciple.

It's a pity that his biological mother died after giving birth to him, and his father Hua Leyan has always regarded him as a treasure, so with the status of the Hua family in Fulong City, it can be said that no one dares to disobey him except a few people.

Hearing that Hua Yue'er recognized herself, Hua Beilang's paper fan shook slightly, glanced at her with his eyes, and said coldly: "Recognize me, who are you?"

Hearing his words, Hua Yue'er lowered her head and didn't dare to speak, her identity in Huafu was just a subordinate, and she couldn't see Hua Beilang on weekdays, but she had already heard about Hua Beilang's "heroic deeds", and now she was asked coldly by Hua Beilang, and she was suddenly a little confused.

Seeing that Hua Yue'er didn't dare to make a sound, Hua Beilang turned his gaze to Mochen again: "Who are you?

Mo Chen smiled when he heard this, and just wanted to say something, only to hear an exclamation from the Jiuqu Ileum Pavilion: "Mo Chen?"

This sound came suddenly, and several people present suddenly turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, and found that the person who made the sound was a Meng

The face warrior, at this time he was still holding two jars of fine wine in his hands.

"Mochen?" Hua Beilang's eyes narrowed slightly, he seemed to have heard the name, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He thought about it, since he couldn't remember it, it wasn't an important person, and he only thought it was a name he had heard overheard, and he didn't know how many of them he would hear from his subordinates a day like this slightly famous martial artist.

"Mochen?" Unlike Hua Beilang, the gloomy old man immediately had an impression when he heard this name, if he remembered correctly, this person should be a disciple of Gu Haiyunju, and he also entered Huafu as a guest a few days ago.

As the steward of the Jiuqu Ileum Pavilion, he was naturally very well-informed, and he recognized Mochen's identity, but he was misled by Hua Beilang's attitude.

In his opinion, since Mo Chen was a guest in Huafu, Hua Beilang naturally recognized him, but now Hua Beilang looked indifferent, and it was just that this person's identity in Huafu was not enough.

Thinking of this, the old man sneered, then stretched out his finger and pointed to the sharp-mouthed guy on the plaque and said, "Young man, the so-called dog beating also depends on the master, and the person who bullied me here with a little martial arts, is it a little too much?"

Before Mo Chen could speak, Hua Yue'er beside him couldn't help it first.

"They deserve it, everyone saw it just now, it was they who bullied Sister Kite Ji on the street, if it wasn't for Mo Gongzi's action, Sister Kite Ji would have been injured. ”

She plucked up the courage to say this, and after she finished speaking, she retracted her gaze again, not daring to look at the two people in front of the restaurant.

At this time, there were also a few shouts from the surrounding crowd: "That's right, we big guys are all watching, it's these people who want to bully this woman first." ”

"Yes, bullying a weak woman who is powerless on the street, is it really blind for us?"

"That's it......"

Seeing that the voices of the surrounding crowd gradually became louder, the gloomy old man suddenly snorted coldly, and an invisible fiery aura spread, and the surrounding crowd let out a burst of exclamation and gradually lost its voice.

Hua Beilang let out a sneering laugh when he saw this, he no longer paid attention to Mo Chen, but turned his head to the surrounding crowd and laughed: "A bunch of waste, if you give you a little bit of power, you won't dare to say anything." ”

As soon as these words came out, a middle-aged warrior with a long knife on his back suddenly walked out of the crowd, and he shouted at Hua Beilang with an angry face: "You kid is really hateful to speak, today my golden sword Wang Dong will come to teach you what is called oral virtue." ”

After speaking, he also glanced at the gloomy old man on the side and added: "Say it in advance, I'm here for you, and no one else can interfere." ”

Hua Beilang was stunned, not only him, but even the surrounding crowd was stunned, Hua Beilang's identity was in the entire Fulong

The city can be said to be known to everyone, coupled with the fact that the old man just now vaguely revealed the strength of Ning Yuan Realm, where did this Golden Sword Wang Dong dare to come forward at this time?

Mo Chen looked at the knife man with great interest, this person's face was quite familiar, Mo Chen remembered it after thinking about it carefully. When he was queuing up at the gate of the city before entering the city that day, this person was standing behind him, so it seemed that this golden sword Wang Dong was also the first to enter Fulong City, and he didn't know Hua Beilang, so it made sense.

After a short period of surprise, Hua Beilang also came back to his senses, and he smiled arrogantly: "Ha, how many years, I don't remember how many years no one dared to provoke me like this." Saying that, he stepped forward, and shouted at the gloomy old man without looking back: "You don't have to make a move, it just so happens that I have learned a dexterous swordsmanship in the past few days, and I am worried that no one will practice swords." ”

"Yes. The gloom on Yan Guanshi's face dissipated a lot, and it seemed that it was because of this Golden Sword Wang Dong's approach that made him feel ridiculous, so there was already a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"By the way, and you. Hua Beilang just put away the folding fan in his hand, and then suddenly remembered that Mochen was still standing aside.

He pulled out a bright sword from his waist, pointed at Mo Chen viciously and said, "Don't run away, after I deal with this reckless man, you will be next." ”

(End of chapter)