"Yo, what a big show, is this welcoming me?"

Mo Xiaofan's expression was indifferent, his footsteps did not stop, and a disdainful smile flashed on the corner of his lips.

"Did you abolish Wang Zhan!?"

Wang Hualong forcibly endured the monstrous killing intent and asked sharply.

"Exactly. ”

Mo Xiaofan stood in the center of the crowd lightly, looked directly into Wang Hualong's eyes that breathed fire, and said leisurely.

"You are so bold! you dare to come to Wang's house!"

Wang Hualong's momentum suddenly exploded, he embarked on the road of cultivation since he was a child, he had been cultivating in Qingcheng for ten years when he was young, since he became the head of the family, he did not waste his cultivation at all, and his cultivation was quite good, reaching the fifth level of the true qi realm.

He is arrogant and domineering, and extremely lustful and perverted.

Under his influence, the children of the Wang family are many lustful people, and they are unscrupulous.

Countless women have become the playthings of the Wang family.

Because of this, the Wang family got the nickname "prostitute", and their reputation was very poor.

"Why don't you dare to come? Even if your Wang family is a tiger's den in Longtan, I can come here as well, not to mention that your Wang family is just a third-rate garbage family that can't be put on the table. ”

Mo Xiaofan smiled and said coldly.

"It's arrogant!"

Wang Hualong's face was cold, and he sneered: "Do you think that your mother was born in the Lin family, so you think that the old man will scruple about something, and he will not dare to kill you? Hmph, don't think that the old man doesn't know, eighteen years ago, your mother was expelled from the Lin family, do you think the Lin family will stand up for you? The old man killed you, maybe the Lin family will be grateful to the old man for helping them get rid of a bad seed!"

He had already asked people to investigate Mo Xiaofan's life history, thinking that this kid was relying on the Lin family, one of the eight wealthy families in Yanjing, to dare to kill him without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Dad, what are you still talking about with this miscellaneous piece, I really ordered him to be taken down!"

Wang Zhan's father, Wang Dahai, had a face burning with grief and anger, and he couldn't wait to cut the young man with a thousand knives!

"yes, take down this arrogant boy!"

The others shouted loudly.

"Sniper, break his legs first!"

Wang Hualong shouted loudly.

However, the expected gunshot did not go off, and the boy still stood there in good shape.

"Sniper!"

Wang Hualong hurriedly looked around, and what made his heart tremble slightly was that the ten snipers seemed to have evaporated from the world.

The rest of the Wang family are all confused, what about the snipers?

Are they all asleep?

"Snipers, don't call blindly, I have already sent them to the underworld in advance to explore the way for your Wang family. ”

Mo Xiaofan glanced at the Wang family like an idiot, and sneered lightly.

"You, you killed them!?"

Wang Hualong's expression changed, and he suddenly realized that the young man in front of him abolished the worship of the Huang Dynasty with one move.

"The old man wants to see where your arrogant confidence is!"

With an angry shout, a cultivator in a black robe flashed out, he was Wang Dayi, the chief elder of the Wang family, who had been cultivating in Qingcheng for decades, and had won the true inheritance of Qingcheng, and his cultivation had reached the fourfold peak of the terrifying true qi realm.

He shouted violently, his momentum skyrocketed, his right palm quickly turned golden, flashing with earthy yellow flames, condensed into a basketball-sized fireball, his palm pushed forward, and the fireball roared towards Mo Xiaofan.

Suddenly, a majestic wave of scorching heat spread through the courtyard.

This technique is Qingcheng's top secret technique "fire control technique".

"Okay! Da Chang directly uses the Qingcheng Secret Fire Control Technique, this kid will lose his skin if he is not burned to ashes!"

The powerhouses of the Wang family were well aware of the horror of fire control, and three years ago, Wang Dayi used a fireball to burn two cultivator-level assassins who broke into the Wang family to slag.

However, just when they thought that Mo Xiaofan was either dead or disabled, they thought that they had seen a ghost appear.

"Carving insect skills!"

While Mo Xiaofan spoke contemptuously, he opened his mouth and spit out a Yuan Force Qi mass, which hit the fireball directly, and with a bang, the fireball exploded, turning into a little spark and disappearing.

The whole Wang family was stunned, and their eyeballs fell a little.

Nima, the young man blew and blew out the fireball condensed by the Great Elder's housekeeping stunt!?

This strange scene really stimulated their nerves.

"This ...... How is this possible!?"

Wang Dayi was directly stupid, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Playing with fire in front of the master, you will burn yourself!"

Mo Xiaofan let out a cold voice, punched out casually, the void shook, and a terrifying Yuan Force storm, like a stormy wave, crashed straight into Wang Dayi.

"Ahh

Wang Dayi's intuition was extremely dangerous, and he hurriedly raised his protection and retreated quickly, but the Yuan Force Storm was as fast as lightning, and it caught up with him in an instant, and shattered his protection with a devastating momentum, hitting his body fiercely.

He screamed, his body was beaten upside down, and the blood in his mouth shot out like an arrow, and he fell dozens of meters away, motionless like a dead dog.

One punch beat Wang Dayi, the great elder of the Wang family, to the point that he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!

A shot is a thunderous blow.

This is Mo Xiaofan's fighting style, he can kill and never get hurt.

There was a dead silence at the scene, only the sound of the Wang family's fierce heartbeat.

The scene in front of them made them unbelievable.

The chief elder of the Wang family, who cultivated to terror, was second only to the existence of the patriarch, and was actually hit hard by one move, how the Wang family was not shocked inexplicably.

The young man's murderous and terrifying methods far exceeded their estimates!

"Let's do it!"

Wang Hualong was the first to react and roared.

He thought that he had laid a net and won the game.

But I never dreamed that the boy was as terrifying as a fight.

Wang Dayi's cultivation was only one line worse than him, but he was crushed by the young man's punch.

Moreover, judging from the young man's murderous actions, he knew that if the young man could not be killed today, he was afraid that a catastrophe would come.

"Kill!"

The other cultivators burst out one after another with the strongest blow, only to see the sword light and sword shadows, fireball wind blades, and Yuan Force Qi waves in the sky, all blasting towards Mo Xiaofan.

Twenty cultivators joined forces to strike a blow, and the power was earth-shattering, instantly covering a range of several hundred meters in the Fang Yuan with Mo Xiaofan as the center.

Under such a violent attack, not to mention a person, even a small hill will be flattened.

"Boom!"

After the earth-shattering explosion, in the smoke and dust in the sky, I saw that the position where Mo Xiaofan had just stood was blasted out of a deep pit with a radius of ten meters.

"That kid must have been blasted to the ground!"

"It's a pity that let him die so happily, it's cheap to pay for this crumb!"

The people of the Wang family stared at the black pit, their hearts trembled, and they spoke out one after another.

Wang Hualong frowned, he didn't smell a trace of blood from the big pit, that is to say, the young man did not die! Just when an extremely bad feeling rose in his heart, a sharp pain in the back of his head made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

Soon, the others also realized that something was wrong, and they were horrified to see that behind their patriarch, the young man was holding a heavy machine gun, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the back of the patriarch's head.