Ah Dong is full of confidence and believes that Huoyun Palm can easily defeat the enemy.

"Brother Dong is mighty, as soon as the Huoyun palm comes out, who will compete!"

"Come on, Brother Dong, kill this pretending dog. ”

A group of strong men gloated, scolding and scolding, all thinking that Mo Shaofeng would definitely be defeated.

"You go die, Huoyun Palm!" Adong was like a tiger descending the mountain, and with a move of Huoyun Kaisun, he hit the opponent's body.

Mo Shaofeng closed his eyes, and he didn't look afraid at all.

"Look, the boy has closed his eyes. ”

"He's crazy, in the face of Brother Dong's Huoyun Palm, he should run away in embarrassment, why did he close his eyes?"

"This kid won't be stupid, close your eyes, this is not looking for death!"

Ah Dong was startled when he saw him close his eyes, what kind of trick is this kid playing, close his eyes and fight me, is this a brain problem, or look down on me.

No matter what, a slap hit him, making him vomit blood and die.

Ah Dong's Fire Cloud Palm was only two meters away from Mo Shaofeng, and the danger was imminent, once he was hit, the bones of his whole body would shatter.

Mo Shaofeng closed his eyes, not because he looked down on the other party, but because he had his own calculations. Mo Shaofeng is only a double heaven combat power, and it is difficult to defeat the other party.

If you want to defeat the enemy, you need to make a surprise move.

Mo Shaofeng's cultivation method is called Bipolar Infinite Flow. The bipolar represents yin and yang, and the infinite flow represents the continuous fist technique.

The mystery of the bipolar infinite flow fist appeared in Mo Shaofeng's mind, and then, he opened his eyes and stretched out his fist to block the opponent's Fire Cloud Palm.

"Boom!"

The fists faced each other, and a shocking sound erupted.

Ah Dong was stunned, my fire cloud palm can shatter rocks, this kid actually blocked it with his fist, incredible.

"Victory or defeat is over in one fell swoop, bipolar infinite flow!" Mo Shaofeng burst out, and his fierce fist technique, like a sledgehammer, bombarded Ah Dong's body.

Ah Dong vomited blood, flew out, hit the wall, and fainted.

Everyone was stunned, the martial artist of the Triple Heaven actually defeated the master of the Triple Heaven, which was simply a miracle.

"Impossible, everyone said that Mo Shaofeng was a waste, why did he become so powerful?" the boss was scared.

The strong men who laughed at Mo Shaofeng before were all stunned, trembling, and didn't dare to say anything. Even Brother Dong was defeated, and these martial artists of the Double Heaven naturally did not dare to be heroes.

"None of you are afraid of death, come up and try. Mo Shaofeng was ruthless to the end and pretended to be successful.

"You're amazing, we're convinced. Several strong men were terrified and prepared to flee.

"Stop, before leaving, you must first honor your promise, kneel on the ground and learn to bark the dog. Mo Shaofeng pointed to the ground, looking domineering.

"Grandpa, spare your life. Several strong men knelt on the ground, learned to bark three times, and helped their companions to leave in embarrassment.

The strong man fled, leaving the shopkeeper alone to face the vicious Mo Shaofeng.

Mo Shaofeng stretched out his finger and said viciously: "You shameless profiteer, dare to cheat me of gold." ”

"Don't come here, I'm not afraid of you. The shopkeeper trembled and trembled.

"Dog thief, give me back the gold. Mo Shaofeng was furious and smashed the counter with a punch. The counter was made of wood, and after a heavy blow, it shattered immediately.

The shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, took a few steps back, leaned against the wall, and said in a trembling voice: "To tell you the truth, the owner of this shop is the second elder of Mojiazhuang, if you dare to make trouble here, I guarantee that your life is worse than death." ”

"You ......" Mo Shaofeng was furious, his fists clenched and gurgling.

Mo Honglie, the second elder of Mojiazhuang, is short-tempered, and the combat power of the martial artist Eight Heavens. Mo Honglie is an elder in law enforcement, and his methods are ruthless, no one dares to provoke him, and even the owner of the village has to give three points.

Mo Shaofeng, an unsuccessful clan disciple, is most afraid of Mo Honglie, an old horseman.

This shop was opened by Mo Honglie, and the owner of the shop is a relative of Mo Honglie. If Mo Shaofeng couldn't help it and beat the boss, the consequences would be serious.

Mo Shaofeng's strength is very weak, he can't confront Mo Honglie, and he doesn't want to affect his parents.

After weighing the pros and cons, Mo Shaofeng held back this evil breath.

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

Mo Shaofeng remembered this account and wanted to get it back with interest in the future. When I cultivate to the Ten Heavens, let you dog-eyed beasts know how powerful I am.

"Dog thief, you remember it for me, when I rise, let you kneel in front of me and sing conquest!" Mo Shaofeng snorted, took the fake, and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he pretended to be calm: "Young Master Mo, I won't send it far, go all the way." ”

Mo Shaofeng walked to the door, and when he heard this, it was like being stabbed in the heart by a poisonous sword, and the taste was as uncomfortable as eating a toad.

The strong are respected, the weak are dogs, natural selection, survival of the fittest, this is the truth that will never change. It is precisely because Mo Shaofeng is a weak person that he will be bullied.

Only the strong will live with dignity!

Mo Shaofeng clenched his fists and vowed to work hard to cultivate and become a strong man.

Mo Shaofeng's eyes were cold, I have the Soul Devouring Emperor in my body, what is there to be afraid of. If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, but if anyone offends me, he will be rewarded tenfold.

The corners of Mo Shaofeng's mouth rose, revealing a cruel smile. He turned and walked back, so frightened that the shopkeeper trembled and broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you going to do! I'm a backstage guy. The shopkeeper's voice trembled, as the teenager in front of him became ruthless.

"I don't want the gold, before I leave, leave a mark on your face, so that you will always remember who I am. ”

Mo Shaofeng took out a dagger, walked over, grabbed him by the collar, pressed him to the ground, and then carved two words on his face with the dagger in his hand.

The shopkeeper screamed in a terrible manner, covering his face, struggling in pain, blood running down and staining the ground red.

Mo Shaofeng stepped on his head and said with contempt: "A profiteer like you should live in endless shame." The words fell, and he walked away.

The shopkeeper picked up a mirror and saw the word "profiteer" appear on his face, and the blood flowed, which was shocking.

I'm a profiteer!

(End of chapter)