"Who are you?" said the young man who was known as the young city lord's eyes were slightly small, looking at the night star.

"And who are you?" asked Night Star, pouting.

The surrounding crowd all cast their eyes on the night stars as if they were looking at fools.

Wouldn't it? There are people in Fan City who haven't even heard of the name of Mo Shao's city lord?

Mo Zixiao, the young city lord of Fancheng, was notoriously incapable since he was born, and he was almost a household name in Fancheng and the Hundred Miles Sect.

But it can't be helped. People's father is Mo Lin, the lord of Fancheng, who is a strong man in the adverse sea realm, relying on his father's name, this Mo Zixiao is arrogant and domineering, and there is almost no evil in Fancheng.

Such a little overlord in Fancheng, how can anyone in Fancheng not know?

Even the old stall owner stretched out a dry hand, tugged at the sleeve of the night star, and said in a low voice: "Childe, forget it."

However, Night Star didn't think so, and still stood in front of the guards, without the slightest intention of backing down.

"You don't even know me?" Mo Zixiao was stunned, and then said, "My name is Mo Zixiao, haven't you heard of it?"

"Who do you think you are, why have I heard of you, sir," Ye Xingchen put on a condescending posture and raised his mouth.

"Master, whose master are you, there is only one master in this Fancheng!" Mo Zixiao suddenly said angrily.

"Wait, you said your name is Mo Zixiao?" asked Ye Xingchen as if he remembered something.

"What's the matter? Finally remembered who the young city lord was?" Mo Zixiao grinned and said with a little satisfaction.

"I remembered. Aren't you that waste? The young city lord of Fancheng who has lived for more than ten years and is still wandering in the nascent realm. Night Xingchen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed.

This smile suddenly made Mo Zixiao's face extremely pale.

Even the crowd of onlookers couldn't help laughing, but they quickly covered their mouths with their hands, although this young city lord of Fancheng has no ability, he is definitely a person who can't be provoked

"Bastard, you say it again!" Mo Zixiao's face turned red with anger and said angrily.

After all, everyone knows that he is indeed a waste, with no cultivation talent, and the reason why he can be so arrogant is because of his father's name.

"What can you do with me?"

Night Star was not afraid of his father's revenge at all, after all, as a person from the Shadow Sword Pavilion, he was not something anyone could bully.

Besides, he still has the killer weapon of Lao Wei, and the strength of the strong man in the Qiankun Realm is afraid that he can slaughter the entire Fancheng by himself.

"Boy, do you dare to tell me your name?"

Today, Mo Zixiao's face is completely lost, and he is said to be a waste in public, and no one can bear this breath.

Although he is indeed a waste, who dares to say it in this Fan City?

"Listen, my master's name is Night Star!" As he spoke, a fist was raised, and as soon as the words fell, a punch was thrown out of the air!

Psionic energy, calm the spiritual realm!

And it's also the pinnacle of the Peaceful Spirit Realm!

"Boom!"

The terrifying spiritual energy smashed on Mo Zixiao's thin body, and immediately made him spit out a mouthful of blood and fly out!

"Bump!"

The embarrassed figure slammed into the ground, causing a big hole to be smashed into the ground.

Looking at Mo Zixiao, who was knocked away by his own punch, Ye Xingchen grinned.

How can he say that he has been here for ten years, and he has really heard of the name of the young city lord of Fancheng.

It's just that it's just notoriety, thinking that his father is so arrogant because he is the lord of Fancheng, he doesn't recommend teaching a lesson.

Besides, he finally bought the lock spirit box, so he came over to make trouble, and it was reasonable to beat him up.

The people around them looked at each other, not knowing what to say, but they were very excited in their hearts, this bastard has today!

However, most people bowed their heads and remained silent, silently praying for Ye Xingchen in their hearts, after all, it was not a good thing to offend Mo Zixiao in Fancheng.

Although it could be seen from the punch just now that this young man was definitely a powerful cultivator, this was probably nothing in the eyes of Mo Lin, the city lord of that Fan City.

"What? you want to try it too?" said Night Star teasingly, looking at the guards surrounding him.

Hearing this, the spears in the guards' hands trembled slightly.

The strength of these guards was obviously only in the middle of the Peaceful Spirit Realm.

Each realm of cultivators is divided into three stages, the early stage, the middle stage, and the peak, and the current strength of Night Star is at the peak of the Ping Ling Realm.

These guards could naturally see the strength of Ye Xingchen, they were not opponents at all, so they all trembled with their legs and feet, and they were covered in a cold sweat behind their backs.

At the same time, they also complained in their hearts, and they didn't want to surround it, but they didn't dare not surround it

"I'm just teaching his son a lesson for City Lord Mo," Ye Xingchen spread his hands and put on a helpless look, saying.

Of course, he knew that these guards were not his opponents, but these guards were innocent, as the personal guards of the young city lord, they had to do so, and Night Star didn't like to attack innocent people.

"Zixiao?" Suddenly, a cold voice came, and the voice was pleasant, as if it was a fairy in the sky.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were drawn to the place where the sound came from not far from the crowd.

It was a beautiful girl in a long red dress, with a graceful and uneven figure, and her face was slightly better than that of Senior Sister Fengchi.

The girl slowly walked towards Mo Zixiao, who was beaten away, with long fiery red hair reaching to her waist, and her beautiful cheeks were more of an indescribable coldness.

"Sister?" Mo Zixiao suddenly shook his body when he heard this cold voice, and he staggered to his feet in pain, and said in surprise.

"What's wrong with you again?" said the girl in the red dress in a cold voice.

"Sister, I, I really don't" Mo Zixiao shook his head fiercely.

"Hmph, then what's going on?" the girl snorted coldly, and said in a cold tone.

"I've been beaten by someone, sister, it's too good time for you to come, teach him a lesson for me!" Mo Zixiao touched the big hole in his stomach that was blown out by the spiritual energy airflow, and shouted straight to the night star, who was surrounded by many guards.

"Huh?" the girl was stunned for a moment, and then turned her cold eyes to the night stars.

"Obediently, there can be such a beautiful person in the divine domain......" Ye Xingchen looked at the girl in the red dress who had just cast her eyes on the light of her eyes, and sighed secretly in her heart.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the girl could only see the dirtiness from the night star's eyes.

"Hello, beauty," Night Star greeted cheekily.

"Who are you?" said the girl in a cold tone with her eyes slightly small.

"I forgot to introduce, in the Lower Shadow Sword Pavilion disciple Night Xingchen, I don't know what the girl is called?" Night Xingchen said with a shameless smile on his face.

This made Mo Zixiao behind the girl almost uncontrollable and scolded.

What does this guy mean? Why didn't he have such a good attitude when he asked?