「……」

Mo Lang's words directly shocked everyone.

"What did he say? How dare he scold the elders for being ......"

The disciples of Haotian Sect on the side looked at the white-clothed young man opposite in amazement, but they didn't dare to say the words "Millennium Old King Eight", otherwise they would be miserable if they were heard by the elders.

Mo Lang's words were tantamount to a slap in the face of the elder of Haotian Sect.

Tang San's words just now had already left them speechless, and Mo Lang's words directly revealed the scars they were most reluctant to admit.

Although Haotian Sect is the top three sects, and even has the title of the first sect in the world, it is still not enough to compare with such a behemoth as the Martial Spirit Palace.

However, if Haotian Sect works hard, the Martial Spirit Hall will definitely be greatly injured, but the older people get, the less they want to die.

That's why his elders will let Tang Xiao close the Haotian Sect, and in the beautiful name, he will preserve a trace of bloodline for the Haotian Sect.

Originally, with their status, they didn't dare to say this matter in the open, but now that the scars were uncovered and the ugly side was revealed, the elder's face immediately turned the color of pig liver, and he was gloomy and able to drip water.

"Could it be that Tang Hao is also your son?" The Seventh Elder looked at Mo Lang with a gloomy gaze, if he hadn't been afraid of Tang Hao, he would have taught the other party a lesson.

"It's not."

Although Tang Hao wanted to say yes, he knew that once he nodded, even if Mo Lang didn't settle accounts with himself, his grandfather would definitely beat him up.

"Isn't it? And who is this kid?" Seeing Tang Hao's denial, the Seventh Elder's face became more and more cold.

"I'm just a good boy who can't get used to you old kings." Mo Lang was not used to these elders at all.

I don't have the ability but blame others, although the matter is indeed caused by Tang Hao, but if I have the ability, I will go to the Wuhun Palace.

If they dared to go to the Martial Spirit Palace, Mo Lang would definitely not interfere in anything.

Life and death are life, wealth is in the sky.

Hearing that Mo Lang insulted the elder again is a group of old kings, Tang Xiao on the side didn't want to mention how happy he was.

It's just that he is not old and is also a person from Haotian Sect, and he is so insulted by an outsider, how ugly is it to spread it?

It's just that there is no one else here, so it's good to scold a few more words!

Hey, hey, hey.

"Look for death!"

As soon as he heard that Mo Lang was not Tang Hao's son, but an outsider, the Seventh Elder immediately waved his hand, and a strong energy with strong soul power was thrown at Mo Lang!

Tang Xiao looked at the old man's seemingly random blow, but in fact, it was a hidden power, in his opinion, even a soul saint would have to be injured!

But how old is the young man in white in front of him?

It would definitely not be more than eighteen years old, how could an eighteen-year-old boy be a soul saint?

It's just that he saw that his younger brother and eldest nephew were indifferent, and even had a good show, he was a little puzzled?

How?

Does this kid have a wife-stealing feud with you?

It's just that the next second he was stunned.

I saw that when the energy slammed into Mo Lang's body with a howling wind, the other party didn't move at all, just blew a few hairs.

"Yes, a few more, I just feel a little hot, help me fan the wind." Mo Lang smiled and looked at the Seventh Elder with an approving expression.

Make a request for "also".

Listening to Mo Lang's words, looking at Mo Lang's unfinished face, the Seventh Elder felt that the other party was humiliating himself!

Have you worked so hard?

You're not satisfied!

What do you mean?

Am I old and useless?

The Seventh Elder looked at the white-clothed young man opposite with a solemn expression.

There is some self-doubt in the mind.

Not only was he suspicious, but the other elders and Tang Xiao who saw that the Seventh Elder was using dark energy all looked at the white-clothed young man in surprise.

What is the origin of the other party?!

But the blow of the Soul Wound Saint was like that in front of the other party

Mu Chunfeng?

It's unfathomable!

"Brother Hao, you honestly tell me what kind of strength this kid is?" Tang Xiao on the side asked Tang Hao with his spiritual power.

"I don't know, anyway, as long as you don't provoke this kid, otherwise grandpa won't be able to save you when he comes." Tang Hao had something to say.

「……」

And Tang Xiao didn't seem to hear the meaning of Tang Chen's words.

I haven't seen my grandfather, who is known as invincible on the ground, for decades.

Maybe it's long gone.

What's the use of him coming?

Who can be taken away?

"I see that the elders of the Tang family also have this strength, no wonder they will hide here as a shrinking turtle and dare not go out, after all, there is only one way to die if this strength goes out, it is better to die than to live, I think you are quite smart." Mo Lang smiled at the corner of his mouth, full of mockery.

"Since you are sincere in seeking death, then show your soul ring, so as not to say that I am a bully."

Being so insulted by a hairy boy, the seven elders had gloomy eyes, and their faces were gloomy and could drip water, and they couldn't wait to unload this sharp-toothed boy to eight pieces, so that they could end their hatred.

"Hehe, teach you an old man, I don't need to use soul power yet." Mo Lang sneered: "A level 92 Titled Douluo, don't brag, I'll punch one at a time."

As soon as Mo Lang said this, everyone looked at him with an idiot look.

Even the corners of Tang Xiaoyou's mouth twitched.

Isn't that bragging?

You're about to blow the!

Immediately, he looked at Tang Hao and Tang San on the side and wanted to persuade them to let Mo Lang stop pretending, but he was stunned when he saw that these two people were still watching the old god watching a good show.

I became more and more convinced that this young man in white had a deep hatred with his younger brother and eldest nephew.

If this kid punches a Title Douluo, I'll eat Haotian Hammer on the spot!

As a result, Tang Hao and Tang San looked at him in unison, and Tang Xiao was furious at the sight of the two.

You can hear Lao Tzu's narration?!

"Hahaha." The Seventh Elder looked at Mo Lang with a furious smile and said, "One punch and one Title Douluo, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life, I want to see how you can punch a Title Douluo!"

After speaking, two yellows and two nine brilliant soul rings appeared behind the seven elders, and the aura of his Title Douluo suddenly exploded, and suddenly the wind and rain surged, and many disciples of Haotian Sect retreated one after another.

Title Douluo is the highest level of strength in this continent, and now that they can see the Seven Elders do it, they are also looking forward to it, and at the same time, they have three seconds of sympathy for the pretending young man.

Why are you so handsome!

"Boy, as long as you can take my punch, I will admit that you are right, if you can't take my punch, then life and death!" The Seventh Elder looked at Mo Lang and said.

It's just that he didn't summon the Haotian Hammer, because in his opinion, his full punch was enough to kill the kid in front of him, and using the Haotian Hammer was an insult to himself!

"I advise you to use the Haotian Hammer and use your strongest blow, otherwise I'm afraid that you will die if I punch you." The corners of Mo Lang's mouth were raised, confident and flamboyant.