Xun unintentionally fell into a difficult situation.

In any case, he hoped that it was his son who went to the Great Autumn Meeting, not Xun Yuzhan, and taking a step back, even if it couldn't be his own son, it couldn't be Xun Yuzhan.

But this is the condition proposed by the boy in white in front of him.

When the martial arts competition was recruiting relatives that day, although Xun Wuyi had not been present to see Mo Jun's strength with his own eyes, he had only heard about it slightly. Listening to the report of the disciple in the door, it is said that the eldest lady was defeated by a barbarian, as for how she was defeated, the disciple couldn't say anything, Xun had no intention of knowing that his cultivation was not high, so he didn't investigate it much, but the disciple swore that the barbarian was easily defeated by a kid named Tan Hu.

Relaxed.

Xun unintentionally recited these two words again in his heart.

Among the disciples of Xunmen, the most outstanding is the eldest disciple Song Anshi, followed by the eldest lady who lost half a bit. The two are inseparable, and the winner should be between six and four, even if the eldest lady wins, it is not surprising.

And looking at the disciples of the entire Central Plains Martial Arts sect, the Tianxiang Mansion, which has always been low-key and secretive, is not to talk about for the time being, and only Kong Wen is the only one who can be completely sure of winning Song Anshi. And on the premise that Kong Wen does not use the power of the stars, it is difficult to call it "easy".

This is evident from this.

The boy in white wants to bring Xun Yuzhan, a drag oil bottle, which is indeed the self-confidence he should have, and it is enough to be his proud capital, but the premise is that the word "easy" must be worthy of the name.

So, Xun unintentionally made a decision after hesitating for a moment.

He wants to try whether this kid named Tan Hu really has this ability.

"Father, this must not be!"

Unexpectedly, before Xun unintentionally spoke, a rapid and gasping voice came from behind the two, which immediately interrupted Xun's unintentional train of thought.

If you don't see anyone, you know who it is. And this person obviously came at a very bad time.

Xun had no intention of frowning, and said with displeasure on his face: "How many times have I said that you are not allowed to call my father in the sect!"

A young figure suddenly arrived, only to see him slightly stunned, pointed to Mo Jun who was standing aside, and hurriedly changed his words and said: "Master, this matter must not be allowed! How can this kid actually make such an arrogant request! Not to mention what kind of mind he has in mind and whether he has the ability to do so, it is really ridiculous to say that he let that Xun Yu display the array! At that time, wouldn't it provoke the rivers and lakes to laugh at me that there is no one in Xunmen?"

Mo Jun raised his eyes and looked curiously at the young man in front of him.

Most of the sons from famous families have received a strict and good education since childhood, no matter what their conduct and appearance are, under the influence of that kind of environmental atmosphere, they should have an elegant and calm temperament.

And the son in front of him is not bad looking, judging from his facial features alone, he is enough to be called handsome, but his face is pale, his body is thin, his lips are blue, and his eye sockets are slightly black and swollen. If you are not born like this, you have been hollowed out by the wine.

In addition, there is a faint obscene atmosphere between the eyebrows of this son, and his body movements are not in everyone's demeanor. These shortcomings have seriously affected the beauty of this person, and they have also vividly turned a son-in-law who should be eye-catching into a little person who is unrecognizable when thrown into the crowd.

However, if this son is really thrown into the crowd, there will be no shortage of people who can recognize him, and there is definitely no shortage of people who follow and support him.

After all, the son of the head of Xunmen has a good name.

Mo Jun narrowed his eyes and bowed his head in greeting, which was regarded as a greeting.

He'd heard of him.

Xun Wuyi's face was a little ugly, he turned to Xun Yuning, and scolded in a deep voice: "Stand down, how can you be allowed to mess around here?" ”

Xun Yuning gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, pointed at Mo Jun's hand and shook it, and said loudly: "I want to prove that this kid is just a person who sells fame and fame!

The extremely loud shout also represents Xun Yuning's unwilling and resentful mood.

When he just met Mo Jun, he wanted to meet him, so that the other party could retreat, so as to show his identity as the second son of Xunmen, and also to let the other party understand that Miss Xunmen was not worthy of a mountain boy like him.

But Xun Yuning naturally heard the story of the other party's martial arts competition, although he was not convinced, he didn't dare to make a mistake easily, otherwise if he couldn't get off the stage at that time, he would be embarrassed, and he would only be a laughing stock.

So he followed, thinking about how he wanted to play with him, when he saw his father smiling at him. Xun Yuning was surprised in his heart, although he was puzzled, but he had always been afraid of his father, and his father was present, so it was better for him to keep a low profile, and it was not a hero's job to ask for trouble.

So he hid on the sidelines and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

And the more he heard this, the more aggrieved he became, and when he heard it, he was already angry.

At this moment, he actually whispered to a poor boy of unknown origin, how could he not be angry? What's more, the poor boy actually wanted to lift his nemesis Xun Yuzhan and step on his head to break ground.

And what made him most resentful was that his father not only refused decisively, but also hesitated as if he wanted to agree, this obvious elbow turned outward, not favoring his son as an outsider.

This is something that Xun Yuning can't tolerate.

So he stepped up.

He's going to prove that he's got it.

Even if he can't beat it now, there is still nearly a month before the Great Autumn Meeting, and he is not without a chance. As long as before that, defeat this arrogant boy in white, or take a step back and say, he will eventually lose, and let the people in Xunmen see the slight gap between him and that kid.

In this way, it is enough to win the recognition of others, and it can also establish a reputation for oneself in the future.

However, this seemed to Xun to be a very stupid thing.

The son has no self-knowledge, how can he, who is a father, not know what kind of level his own son is? If the two really let the two fight, even if the other party takes care of his own face and does not take a heavy hand, but at that time, under the watchful eyes of the disciples of Xunmen, it will be enough for the son to lose face.

Being robbed of a position is already a shameful thing.

I want to snatch it back but can't do anything, I have the backbone, but this face is even more embarrassing.

Xun had no intention of making a calculation, first try what the kid surnamed Tan is capable of, and then make a decision. If this kid is really as powerful as rumored, this position must be given to him. As long as he becomes the leader of the alliance, how to pave the way for Xun Yuning in the future, is it not up to him to have the final say?

"Shut up, step down!" Xun said angrily.

"Master!"

"Stand down!"

"Daddy!"

Xun had no intention of saying more, raised his hand and slapped it, only to hear the sound of "pop", which can be described as a crisp and loud, and a fiery red mark appeared on Xun Yuning's pale face, which was particularly eye-catching and dazzling.

Xun Yuning was a little stunned by this palm, he covered his face, his eyes stared at the boss, as if there was a silver light surging, staring at his father with an unbelievable look, as if asking the other party Why don't you help me?

Xun had no intention of hating iron and steel, hating children without making a weapon, opening the bow left and right, raising his hand and slapping it again.

And this second palm is a bit exquisite.

I saw that Xun had no intention of stepping forward, his left hand was raised high, and after a slap, it seemed to be powerful, but in fact it was exaggerated, strong but weak; Xun unintentionally took advantage of the situation to lean his body up, and whispered to his son in an extremely low voice: "Don't make trouble, your father has his own decision, and he will never hurt you!"

This kind of small action naturally can't hide from Mo Jun's eyes. He was amused in his heart, and his face was still light and breezy, like a portrait that had been frozen, and he was not moved at all.

However, although Xun Yuning's second palm was a bit of a doorway, Xun Yuning first received a solid slap, and he was dizzy for a while. When he was stunned, seeing his father raise his hand was another move, and the grievances were even worse. If his father beat him in normal times, he would never dare to resist dodging, let alone fight back, and would only be beaten honestly;

In a panic, Xun unintentionally deliberately lowered the voice, and naturally did not hear it.

Xun Yuning rolled around twice, and a lazy donkey turned over, glaring at Mo Jun viciously with scarlet eyes, gritting his teeth and saying, "I hope my father will be perfect!"

This sound, louder than the one just now, fluttered in the breeze and echoed in this courtyard.

Feeling this scorching gaze, Mo Jun couldn't bear the enthusiasm, and hurriedly turned his head to look aside, putting on a posture of what to do with me.

"Fuck you!"

Xun Wuyi was already furious, he saw that his son was so obsessed, and in a hurry, he scolded him, and he no longer took into account any elegant demeanor. In order to block his son's louder and louder energy, so as not to provoke the onlookers of the sect's disciples, he flipped his wrist, and his aura surged, and the majestic momentum exploded in an instant.

Xun had no intention of stepping forward with an arrow, and with lightning speed, his broad palm rose high again, falling rapidly, mixed with the furious wind, the sound of breaking the air was shocked, and the slap fell suddenly.

And this is a solid third slap, and one palm will turn things around.

How could Xun Yuning be able to stop this? Before he could react, he only felt that a certain part of his body seemed to explode, and then a huge force surged, Xun Yuning's eyes turned black, and he immediately fell to the ground, unconscious.

And Xun was still frightened, looking at his son's limp body, panting heavily.

Then he turned his head and smiled brightly at Mo Jun: "The dog is rude, little brother is not strange!"

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