After speaking, he took out a yellow page from himself and unfolded it in front of Mo Hansheng: "This is the deed of sale you signed back then, written in black and white, and there are handprints on it, which cannot be denied by you." ”

Ever since he decided to catch Mo Hansheng and come back, he has been carrying this deed of sale with him for fear of missing a little.

Now he is holding the deed paper, full of momentum, and he looks like he has eaten Mo Hansheng.

Mo Hansheng just glanced at it casually, and said casually: "So what?" ”

His tone was very flat, as if he didn't take the deed of sale seriously at all.

Steward Feng's breath stagnated, and his eyes suddenly became fierce: "You dare to ignore the law, believe it or not, I will send you to the official justice?" ”

Mo Hansheng didn't answer, and there was no fear in his eyes, he just looked at him coldly, like looking at a fool.

In the world, this deed of sale can only be used to restrain those poor people who have no power and power, but whenever they encounter some slightly powerful dignitaries, they can directly ignore it and treat it as a useless waste paper, let alone a monk like him who has already embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

Now, he finally realized what a wise choice he had made to follow Shi Shan to find the path of immortal cultivation.

It was a decision that would change the circumstances of your life forever.

Seeing Mo Hansheng's fearless appearance, Steward Feng finally reacted.

This is a ruthless person who killed dozens of people in Ning Mansion overnight, how can this piece of thin paper deter it?

His face was extremely ugly, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After three breaths, his face returned to a calm expression, and he looked like he was in his chest.

Now it seems that it is impossible to convince Mo Hansheng with his mouth alone, and the only way is to forcibly take him down by force.

In this regard, he is quite confident in his heart.

Although from Ning Da's description, this kid killed dozens of people in Ning Mansion overnight.

But Steward Feng thought that he must have used some despicable means to do this.

He could see that during those days in Ning Mansion, although Mo Hansheng was relatively agile, he obviously didn't know martial arts.

Now that more than three years have passed, he doesn't believe how powerful Mo Hansheng's martial arts are.

After all, this kind of thing is not something that can be achieved in two or three years.

Because of himself, since he was very young, he has been secretly learning the martial arts of a martial artist in the town, and he knows how difficult it is to learn martial arts.

He also knows that in this chaotic world, force is an indispensable weapon for self-defense.

Therefore, no matter how windy or rainy it has been over the years, he has never stopped practicing martial arts.

He believed that even if Mo Hansheng practiced some fists and kicks now, he must not be such a diligent and persistent opponent.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Uncle Ningfu, who died in the hands of Mo Hansheng, was a hidden master.

Unbeknownst to him, Mo Hansheng has now embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, and he is not from the same world at all.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would immediately turn around and run, where would he dare to fight any more treasure ideas.

"Don't want to say?" Mo Hansheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw that Steward Feng didn't say a word, "Then don't say it again." ”

Before Steward Feng understood what Mo Hansheng meant, he saw that the other party had already walked to the tree on the left side and picked off a remaining dead leaf.

Mo Hansheng picked up the dead leaves, glanced at Steward Feng, and threw it lightly in that direction.

The dead leaves came out of their hands, and at first they just floated gently in the air like paper kites in spring.

After a breath, the slowly moving dead leaf suddenly accelerated, shooting straight at Steward Feng like an arrow.

Steward Feng was taken aback, and did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and immediately slipped two short knives from his sleeves.

He held his short knife in both hands and crossed it in front of him to fend off the dead leaves that came straight at the door.

I only heard the sound of ding, like the sound of gold and stone colliding, and the dead leaves were nailed to Steward Feng's short knife.

Its momentum was stopped for a moment, but it was not completely stopped.

I saw that Steward Feng's face was flushed, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, his palms and wrists trembled, and his feet dragged out two long marks on the ground.

At this moment, his body was pushed several feet away by an inconspicuous dead leaf, and he continued to retreat.

Steward Feng's body was completely out of his control, and he only felt that the scene around him had turned into an extremely vague afterimage, speeding past him.

Bang.

Steward Feng's body slammed into a tree, and the violent impact made his internal organs seem to be squeezed together.

He couldn't bear the huge force, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground on one knee with weak legs and feet.

Just this simple blow caused him to be hit hard like never before.

Click.

Behind him, a large tree with the thickness of an adult's waist broke in the center and fell to the ground with a bang.

Steward Feng glanced back, and was terrified, but fortunately, he had never slackened in his practice over the years, and his internal strength was quite deep.

Otherwise, it would not only be the trunk of the big tree that will break at this time.

Mo Hansheng was slightly surprised in his heart, although his blow did not exert much strength, it was more than enough to deal with ordinary martial artists.

Steward Feng suffered this blow hard, but he didn't die on the spot, it seems that he really hid a lot back then.

"Picking leaves and flying flowers?" Steward Feng looked shocked and said these four words in a trembling voice.

This is a kind of trick he has heard of.

Legend has it that a martial arts master with superb true qi can use everything in the world as a weapon, and he can hurt people by picking grass blades or flower petals.

He saw that Mo Hansheng's previous move was very similar to the legendary leaf picking and flying flowers, so he naturally linked the two.

But in fact, Mo Hansheng's trick is not the so-called "picking leaves and flying flowers".

During the time when he practiced martial arts with Shishan, he only learned the eight methods of the sword.

Later, when he joined the Sunset Sect, he has been focusing on cultivation and practicing spells, how can he have the time and mind to learn any tricks.

The reason why his previous attack was so similar to the legendary "Picking Leaves and Flying Flowers" was purely because the power contained in the True Qi was too domineering and amazing, and it was completely beyond the scope of mortals' comprehension.

His previous blow didn't have any tricks or techniques, it was just a casual throw.

If those martial arts masters who can really pick leaves and fly flowers have the strength of him, and use this move, the power will inevitably increase several times.

Steward Feng looked at Mo Hansheng and lost his mind for a while, I don't know why he didn't see him for a few years, but he had such terrifying power.

After decades of hard work, is he not as good as a fishing village boy who has only practiced kung fu for two or three years at most?

Feng Guan found it hard to believe this kind of thing, but the reality was that he didn't believe it.

With the sound of his footsteps, Mo Hansheng slowly walked towards Steward Feng.

Steward Feng was vigilant and panicked, and he had become a frightened bird, and his whole body began to tremble unconsciously.

Fang Cai's blow made him understand that the gap between the two was like a cloud of mud, and it was no longer something that could be made up by skill and strategy.

At the same time, he was also scolding Ning Da in his heart for telling him the secret.

If it weren't for the other party telling Mo Hansheng the news that he was still alive, he wouldn't have thought of coming to Golden Scale Village to spy on Mo Hansheng's family.

If not, how could I have met such a perverted freak?