Wang Lingfeng, the young city lord of the Holy City, as he whipped Ma Xiangdong's back, it was like a punch to everyone's hearts, a little suffocating.

For Beicun, Wang Lingfeng's identity is too noble and distant.

On the side, Yan Jin, the captain of the guard, opened his eyes, and looked at Wang Lingfeng with a little excitement. He took a step forward, hugged his fists towards Wang Lingfeng and said, "Wang Shaocheng Lord, I am Yan Jin, the captain of the North Village Guard, I don't know what I can do?"

Yan Jin's body is a little thin and thin, but his posture is tall and his eyes are bright, and he is the number one master in Beicun.

Wang Lingfeng's gaze swept at him slightly, and then he directly ignored the past. The silence suddenly made Yan Jin a little embarrassed, but in a blink of an eye, he looked as usual, he was Yan Jin, and he had this city. With Wang Lingfeng's gaze, Yan Jin also looked at Mo Liang's body.

Wang Lingfeng's gaze was still high, and he asked coldly, "How did your assassin awaken?"

Facing Wang Lingfeng's proud and cold gaze, Mo Liang frowned. But in the face of the coercion of a hundred Qi Sea Realm powerhouses, the situation was out of control, and he replied coldly: "Given by the seniors. ”

"Given by the seniors?" Wang Lingfeng sneered contemptuously. Suddenly, he shouted, "Do you know that the power of awakening belongs to me!"

This heavy drink immediately shocked everyone. With the heavy drinking, the whip in Wang Lingfeng's hand slammed towards Mo Liang's face, and the wind howled, making everyone's scalps tighten.

As soon as he saw the whip, Mo Liang suddenly squinted his eyes and felt a huge threat.

At this moment, the scar that was originally hidden under the red hairband suddenly became faintly hot, and the blood rushed to his head. And such a brutal person! In a few words, he whipped his body, thinking that someone else was a horse under his crotch?

The vitality in the body is surging, and the meridians of the four products of ink are connected, which makes Mo Liang's ears and eyes clear. At the moment of the whip, his eagle-like eyes stared at him, and the whip body that turned into a black shadow slowed down a little in his eyes.

There was a crisp snap, and the extremely powerful whip was immediately grabbed by Mo Liang in his hand. The hot pain made his brows frown deeper.

This Wang Lingfeng, the strength of his hands is not light, he has the strength of five hundred catties into the ink three grades, and the whip is full of power. The more this was the case, the more the anger in Mo Liang's heart surged. If he hadn't stopped the whip, what would have been the end?

"You come to me!"

The heart moved at will, and the anger surged up, so that a cold light immediately flashed in Mo Liang's eyes, and with the force in his hand, the power of the four grades of ink was like blowing withering and decaying towards the high Wang Lingfeng.

"Mo Liang, you dare!"

Seeing that Mo Liang dared to make a brazen attack in front of so many strong people, Yan Jin, the captain of the guard, immediately shouted angrily. The so-called situation is pressing, he really didn't expect Mo's conscience to be so fierce!

With a sharp fist, Yan Jin's stabbing soul was a green jade mantis, and a crisp sound of wings was immediately heard.

On the other side, Mo Liang pulled the whip violently, but he didn't move. Looking up, beside Wang Lingfeng, the square-faced cold-faced rider grabbed the whip with one hand and held Wang Lingfeng's shaking body with the other, and the cold light was overflowing.

Then, the square-faced knight moved his fingers slightly, and the whip was whipped out of Mo Liang's hand, and before he could react, the palm holding the whip was already a blur of flesh and blood.

The scorching pain made his palms disappear.

But at this time, Yan Jin, the captain of the guard in Beicun, pounced fiercely like a fierce wolf. In his long, narrow eyes was the fierce light of greed. Whether it was the fifth rank of the ink or the captain of the guard, it made his attack seem so fierce.

But this also made Mo Liang feel cold!

Yan Jin is the captain of the guard in Beicun, and he even took action against his own people!

At this moment, Mo Liang's blood had completely burned into his brain. He saw that Ma Xiangfei and Ma Xiangdong brothers were coldly laughing on the side, and the captain of the guard, Yan Jin, was extremely vicious, these compatriots he regarded as the same clan and tolerated and cherished, but at this moment, in front of the powerful power, wantonly poured out the evil in his heart on him!

These are his fathers, the clansmen who are guarding with their lives!

"You are hateful!"

Clenched his fists fiercely, the fleshy palms couldn't hide the anger churning in his heart. The meridians that were weak in the four grades of ink suddenly expanded, especially the meridians of the arm of the right hand, which were gathered from the body with twice the ordinary yuan power.

Indulgence!

This is the mystery of the indulgence formula, the four meridians of the ink are accessible, and the sense of qi is beginning to appear, and Mo Liang's control of the indulgence recipe is more profound.

The right fist was swung out, and this punch had a strength of 3,000 catties, an increase of nearly double.

With a loud bang, Yan Jinteng, who had entered the ink five products, retreated again and again, and his eyes were full of horror.

Mo Liang, who forcibly used the power to enter and exit the five grades of ink, was knocked out by Yan Jin and smashed over the main hall of the stone shop. He stood up slowly, and the qi and blood all over his body churned, after all, it was the fourth grade of ink, and it could not be compared with the real fifth grade of ink.

Facing the knights standing on the opposite side densely, as well as the guards of the North Village, Ma Xiangfei, Ma Xiangdong, Yan Jin, these familiar faces, he was lonely and cold.

A teenager who appeared inexplicably turned his world upside down in an instant!

At this moment, he suddenly wondered, if he had killed Ma Xiangdong before, would he not have the chill and disappointment he had today?

Yan Jin was repelled by Mo Liang, only to feel that he had lost someone in front of Wang Lingfeng's young city lord, he shouted angrily, and immediately rushed up again.

"Enough!"

Wang Lingfeng shouted violently, and everyone seemed to stop breathing.

Thinking of Fang Cai's almost ugly scene, his face was hot for a while. Staring at Mo Liang, who was like an injured wolf calf, Wang Lingfeng took a deep breath. "I'll only ask once, who else knows about the power of awakening?"

Mo Liang's eyes remained motionless, staring at Wang Lingfeng coldly, and walked out step by step. His stubbornness is recidivist, as if he is strong enough to fight the whole world alone.

Can he answer? Although he didn't know what the power of awakening was, nine times out of ten it was also the red light that awakened him. He didn't know why Wang Lingfeng was worried about others knowing about the power of awakening, but he knew that if he explained it, there wouldn't be so much pressure.

But he didn't say anything.

In Wang Lingfeng's eyes, there was never a trace of seriousness and respect. If he compromises today, he will really become a clown who can be manipulated at will in the eyes of others.

Silence freezes the atmosphere.

At this moment, even the villagers in the distance couldn't hold back their heartbeat, clutching their chests and panting.

Mo Liang is a child that many people have watched grow up. At this moment, there are a full hundred powerful knights and warriors, and even the guards of the North Village, who are eyeing him.

More and more villagers quietly approached, hiding in all corners and peeking.

Wang Lingfeng gradually lost his patience.