"Who dares to move!"

At this critical moment, there was a sudden old but angry shout, and everyone who was shocked looked into the distance.

An old man, hurrying in his footsteps, his eyebrows filled with righteous indignation. Looking at the appearance of this old man, it is the same as the maple wood carving carved by Mo Liang.

"Village Chief!" "Village Chief..."

Hundreds of villagers shouted excitedly, all with the same hatred and indignation.

The old man's name is Shi Jun, and he is the village chief of this North Village. At this moment, his face was dark, and his anger was blazing.

"Who of you dares to touch him!" the old man was furious, his eyes widened, and even if he stared at the powerful Frost Horse Knight, his momentum did not fall behind.

He is an ordinary old man who has not awakened the soul of the assassin, and it is a miracle that he can serve as the head of Beicun Village for decades. In the face of the fierce knight, he was not afraid at all.

Mo Liang suddenly opened his eyes, and the moment he saw the old man, he felt a slight sour nose.

He was alone since he was a child, and only the village chief took him as his own child and took care of him, just like a dear relative. suffered this great grievance, no matter how strong he was, he was also a little aggrieved when he saw his elders.

Shi Jun and Mo Liang met their eyes, and the stiff back that was pressed by the square-faced knight made his heart choke. "Who gave you the courage to dare to go wild in the North Village!"

The village chief was angry, and there was incomparable momentum.

Teng Tengteng rushed directly into the crowd, even the frost horse knight did not dare to resist, and when he came to the square-faced knight, he shouted coldly: "Let go!"

The square-faced knight did not move at all, looking indifferently at Shi Jun, who had a gray beard.

Wang Lingfeng sneered, "Old man, are you stupid?"

"I think you're stupid!" Shi Jun screamed violently, turned around and faced Wang Lingfeng, making him stunned. "Do you know that Mo Liang is the son of the Mahatma! You treat him like this, I want to ask who the Holy City means!"

Son of the Mahatma!

The hundred frost knights were suddenly startled, and their cold momentum suddenly became a little shorter.

Even Wang Lingfeng's eyes shrank, slightly surprised. But then, he smiled coldly, "What about the son of the Mahatma?"

Shi Jun's face was extremely serious, and he stared at Wang Lingfeng with a meaningless face, and said loudly: "He is the son of the Mahatma, which means that unless you defeat him head-on, any unfair insult and bullying will trigger the anger of the Mahatma, that is, the anger of all martial artists, and even the anger of the instantaneous domain!"

"Understand?" he asked, his old voice full of power. At this moment, even the knight who was as powerful as the frost horse dared to look at him.

"Boy, you are so young, it is inevitable that you will be vigorous, but go back and ask your Lao Tzu, you ask him if he dares to do this! Even if you Lao Tzu is the city lord!" Shi Jun sneered with contempt, causing Wang Lingfeng's face to suddenly darken.

"Let go!"

Turning around, Shi Jun once again snorted coldly at the square-faced knight. The corners of his eyes wrinkled, and his gaze stared at him more sharply, making the square-faced knight's majestic momentum stagnate, and he involuntarily let go.

Mo Liang, who was wantonly squandering and indulging in decision, was weak, and at this time he fell to the ground with a pop, unable to move. But he looked at the village chief grandfather who was bent down beside him, but he showed a pale smile.

Shi Jun helped Mo Liang, his eyes flashed with slight tears, and he didn't know whether he was distressed or relieved. He looked at Mo Liang and said softly: "You stupid boy, you awakened the Soul Assassin and didn't tell me! Don't worry, I'm here here, and no one can do anything to you!"

Mo Liang nodded slightly, and his heart became extremely stable.

But his identity as the son of the Mahatma made Wang Lingfeng hesitate.

The Mahatma is a very special being, known as a living legend. The more powerful a person is, the more he will be able to understand the horror of the Mahatma.

Heaven and earth are full of fierce beasts and demons, and there are some cities that can destroy the human race in an instant, and they are called "heaven and earth demons"! In order to survive, countless strong people used their lives and wisdom to seal the "heaven and earth demons" before opening up a corner of a peaceful place to live.

But in order to maintain the seal, there are countless strong people who guard the gate in solitude in places that will never be easily involved. They are the Mahatma.

The name of the Mahatma is the supreme glory, but the mission of the Mahatma is endless torture. Day and night, they are accompanied by demons, fighting, fighting, wind, fire, thunder and lightning, endlessly. They lived, but their world was left with a silent guard until the end of their lives.

Mahatma, sacrifice.

No one dares to blatantly trample on the glory of the Mahatma, which is the commitment and respect of the entire human race to the Mahatma.

Wang Lingfeng's eyes were gloomy, the identity of the son of the Mahatma and the secret of the power of awakening made him unable to make up his mind for a while. Fortunately, Kitamura is too small, too small to pose a threat to him. He hesitated, just thinking the worst.

At this time, Shi Jun slowly got up, faced Wang Lingfeng, and said coldly: "Today's matter, you have to have an explanation!"

"Confession?" Wang Lingfeng sneered, looked at Shi Jun, who was powerless, and then looked at the weak Mo Liang, and mocked: "Why do you want my explanation?"

The weak Mo Liang suddenly relieved his heart.

As the young city lord of the Holy City, what kind of pride of heaven has not been seen? Among them, Mo Liang's brilliance is not even a firefly. And in Beicun, a place where you can't even see the sky, how can Mo Liang know the power of awakening and the secret of the inheritance of the apocalypse?

They have never been a world.

"Even if you know, what then?" said with a disdainful smile in his heart. His face slowly unfolded.

Holding the reins of the horse, Wang Lingfeng turned over and was already sitting on the back of the frost horse. Urging the foal, he came to Mo Liang's side, this is a real overlook, high on the horse's back, he looked down at Mo Liang who was sitting on his back, and the two seemed to be a heaven and a place, only their eyes met at that moment.

"Hmph~ son of the Mahatma?"

Wang Lingfeng's mocking gaze swept lightly, and with a wave of the horse's reins, he aimed the horse's tail at Mo Liang and Shi Jun.

A hundred frost horse knights, with Wang Lingfeng on the horse, all mounted their horses.

"A year later, I will be waiting for you in the Holy City. Sanctuary election, if you can defeat me, I'll give you an explanation!"

A contemptuous voice came from Wang Lingfeng's back, and then he waved his horsewhip violently, and one hundred and one horses neighed at the sky, and the horse's hooves flew. The villagers of Beicun were all panicked and crowded to both sides to make way for the avenue.

Wang Lingfeng disappeared in the crowd, leaving only a mess.

Shi Jun, the village chief, looked at the dust in the sky, and his anger flashed.

But Mo Liang slowly clenched his weak fist, looking at the gradually blurred back, with a touch of resoluteness in his eyes, he whispered: "A year later, I will give you an explanation with my own hands!"

At this moment, his thirst for power, even after four years of silence, had never been stronger! It was a challenge from another world.

Wang Lingfeng, the young city lord, was like a dark cloud, bringing a baptism of storm. Mo Liang slowly swept over the somewhat lost Ma Xiangdong, Ma Xiangfei, and even Yan Jin in the field, with a strange expression. This look would never have been seen before him. If you want to describe it, it is a kind of indifferent coldness.