"Turbid old man, I am not ashamed to challenge the first five grades of the third grade. Even if you fail, at least you have to be above the third grade, right?" Such a high-profile challenge is difficult to refuse in Qizhou Wulin.

Mo Ruzhuo is Mo Ruyun's cousin, and it can be said that he is the uncle of Mo Qingxia's close relative.

Mo Ruyun's family was suppressed in the Mo family and couldn't raise their heads, largely because Mo Ruzhuo had gone wrong because of his practice, which led to a big loss of skill. Not only did it fall directly from the fifth grade to the third grade, but there was no possibility of breaking through the realm for life. After the realm fell, Mo Ruzhuo's status in the family gradually declined, and he was simply expelled from the Mo family. And the turbid old man is the nickname given to Mo Ruzhuo by the children of the Mo family who are purely looking at jokes.

Mo Qingxia's face changed abruptly, but it was not just because of this challenge, how could there be such a coincidence in this world, she happened to be in Baozilou, and someone would challenge Mo Ruzhuo immediately?

She is shrewd and intelligent, how can she not figure out the joints, but the time is not yet ripe, and her father has not returned to Yihua City, if she is too ostentatious now, she is afraid that it will not be good for her future plans.

In any case, you still have to go out and have a look.

Everyone at the table could see that Mo Qingxia's face was wrong, and when they saw her stand up, they all followed out.

When I walked to the lobby, I saw an old man in tattered clothes sitting at a table with his eyes closed and recuperating, without saying a word.

Chen Jian hurriedly saw the old man, and then suddenly he saw this old man, Mo Qingxia was blackmailed that day, and it was this person who entered the house to see.

A young man, however, stood not far from the old man with a swagger, and a few guards stood scattered behind him.

There was also a very young young guard standing aside with his face covered, and the blood slowly slipped down.

"Mo Xiong, why don't you challenge me directly? Such disrespectful, is this how your father taught you?" Mo Qingxia said coldly.

Mo Xiong, Mo Qingxia's distant cousin. The qualifications of martial arts are good, and he reached the third rank at a young age, although he is reckless and domineering, but he is highly valued by the family.

"Yo, who am I, it's my sister who has been making trouble for a long time! I heard that your illness was fed by a man, and you have reached the middle of the third grade, which is really gratifying! I just don't know how many pickled things you have done. "That Mo Xiong's language is extremely vicious, and anyone who hears it will definitely be angry.

Bai Jiaocheng Sanxiao was furious when he heard this, and he was almost about to step forward to make a move.

"I'll take your challenge! It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and solve it in the bun building! The service fee for losing is inevitable. The old man didn't seem to know that Mo Qingxia had come to the bun shop, and when he saw her coming out of it, he was shocked.

The old man's eyes looked around, and he continued: "It's rare that someone still thinks about me, a bad old man, and they can't live if they want to eat a few venison buns. ”

"Uncle! no!" Mo Qingxia hurriedly stopped, but her heart moved eagerly, eating venison buns, it seems that the old man is useless to eat this venison buns.

"Sister Sick Yangzi, you hear clearly, the turbid old man has responded to the battle!" Mo Xiong's tone was full of pride, "Besides, he has been expelled from the family, what do you care about him?"

If Mo Ruzhuo is in the third grade in his prime, Mo Xiong must be weighed. But now, he is old and has experienced the devastation of degrading, and it is a blessing to be alive, let alone fight in the ring.

In fact, Mo Xiong was also wondering, why did that man have to embarrass himself for this bad old man who was not very useful? But for that thing, it was worth it.

Even though Mo Qingxia maintained her ladylike image with extreme restraint, the anger in her eyes still burst out.

"Uncle, I'll fight for you!" Seeing that the old man was in poor health, Jian Chen hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Good boy, this Qizhou challenge can't be replaced. The old man glanced at the Mo Xiong, but a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Mo Qingxia didn't go to see Mo Xiong, but looked at Chen Jianhur with some surprise, all along, even if he lived in that compound, he had always regarded himself as an outsider.

However, if you accept this Qizhou challenge, you can not replace it, Mo Qingxia still persuaded: "This Mo Xiong is a straw bag who is used as a gun, why do you have to be like him." ”

Mo Ruzhuo smiled, "Girl, the children of the Mo family are not exactly like this. Straw bales have their own uses for straw bales. ”

When Mo Xiong heard this, he said angrily: "My straw bag, don't worry, I won't kill you!"

"You just finished the Nova Match?" Mo Qingxia rolled her eyes, such a gentleman is a big family, and it is inevitable that there will be a few, but today's matter does not seem to be so simple.

"That's right! Wear forty, it's enjoyable. Mo Xiong suddenly lowered his voice and persuaded, "Sister Sick Yangzi, I have to persuade you." While your face can still be seen, quickly find a good family to be a concubine, give birth to a boy and half a girl, and make do with your life. ”

Cheng Sanxiao was already a little angry in her heart, but she didn't understand why Mo Qingxia's current strength was still swallowing her anger in front of a gentleman. She saw that this guy was too deceitful, and a fiery momentum burst out, and Mo Xiong's body instantly flew backwards several feet and landed on a wooden table in the Baozi Building.

Chen Jian hurriedly waited for the people from the eastern realm to look at the scene in front of him with some surprise, very surprised. The wooden table in the bun building looks ordinary, and there is no change when such a person slams it on, just turning some trivial things on the table to the ground.

Where did they think that although the costume of the bun building is old, it has been intact for many years, but in fact, it is an extremely rare and sturdy material, even no worse than the ring in Wan Ring Square.

Mo Xiong had blood foaming at the corners of his mouth, his hands trembled and he climbed up on the table and chair, opened his mouth wide and was about to scold, but after seeing the person who made the move, he stopped abruptly. Sister Sanxiao's name is extremely loud in this Qizhou, except for outsiders like Lin Shuyun and Bai Jiao, there are few young people who dare to provoke.

The guards didn't dare to face Sister Sanxiao, and they all panicked to help Mo Xiong, looking very funny.

"Three... Sister Cheng, didn't we mess with you?" Mo Xiong wailed, Sister Sanxiao's nickname is not a nickname, and it is also due to his wit, otherwise it must be another fat beating, and he lost his life at the hands of this woman, it is no different from dying in vain, and the family does not dare to really take revenge.

"Today's competition is as usual!" Seeing that Mo Qingxia was about to persuade again, Mo Ruzhuo waved his hand and said to the guards, "You guys, call Mo Ru here." ”

Mo Xiong's neck shrank instantly, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to speak. Mo Ru is the same generation as Mo Ruyun and is Mo Xiong's father. Mo Xiong is stubborn, but he is only bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, which is a little different from Cheng Mian's kind of soft and hard all-takers. And this kid is especially afraid of Lao Tzu, although his father is not very good on weekdays, but if he is really angry, he is afraid that he will shed his skin.

Fairy Fengjie glanced at Mo Qingxia, and looked at Cheng Sanxiao, who was full of momentum, with some curiosity.

She has learned about Mo Qingxia's background, not to mention that her fate is ill-fated, and she can be considered safe and happy under the protection of Mo Ruyun.

It's just that the rules of Qizhou martial arts, the disputes within other people's families, outsiders need to stay out of the matter even if they are friends of life and death. After all, a large family breaks bones but connects tendons, and once it is not handled well, it will inevitably cause a commotion in the end.

According to common sense, no matter how much Cheng Sanxiao likes to fight unevenly, he should know a little bit of rules, how could he make such a decisive move today?

Feng Jie looked at Bai Jiao and Chen Jian again again, and her voice was as tactful as a hundred spirits, "Ouch, I said two, this is still a stall for eating, it's getting dark, it's better to change the day." ”

Mo Ruzhuo said with a smile: "Miss Fengjie, it's okay, I'm tired of preparing for the ring." Wait for him to come over and fight!"

According to the old man's meaning, Mo Xiong couldn't leave even if he wanted to, and he couldn't help cursing the person who instigated him in his heart. However, his guards didn't dare to move, but the guys in Baozilou had already run out, and everyone knew what to do.

Mo Xiong felt bitter in his heart for a while, originally thinking that he could get a lot of benefits just by putting on his aura in front of a down-and-out old man and showing off his majesty. But now he wiped his nose and looked out through the gap in the corner of his clothes, and then suddenly a rabbit in his heart still didn't see the person he wanted to see.

Then he glanced at the group of women with flowers and branches, although he was extremely envious of Chen Jian's blessing of a little green among the thousands of flowers. However, how can he still be in the mood to appreciate these now, under the pressure of Cheng Sanxiao, he has long been at a loss for what to do. In fact, even if he is a little domineering on weekdays, he will not show his majesty with a half-crippled old man. Now that he is in a deep predicament, he began to secretly curse that sinister guy for having a bad stomach, but now he is gone.

"I remember that although you were arrogant before, you were not so bullying the old and weak, but now that you are older, you are living more and more. For these young people who are also children of the Mo family, but are willing to degenerate, Mo Qingxia is extremely angry. It stands to reason that no matter what Mo Xiong's personality is, his talent is still good, and if he studies hard, it is not impossible to become the pillar of the Mo family in the future.

At this time, Mo Xiong really came out like a bear, and said softly: "Sick... Sister Qingxia, this time it's me who isn't, let me go, don't let my father come over. ”

"Even if you let you go, do you think it's too late? The speed of the five-rank peak master, how long can you calculate how long it will take? Don't tell me he didn't watch your game. As Mo Qingxia spoke, her eyes scanned the surroundings very cautiously, and then stayed on the four guards, her eyes were slightly cold, but she regained her calm in an instant.

At the stall where Mo Qingxia was speaking, a middle-aged man who was fat but richly dressed flashed in, and before he stopped, he heard the sound of "pop!", and Mo Xiong's body flew out again.

This slap was really bad, the blood in Mo Xiong's mouth was actually sprinkled all over the ground, and when he got up again, he couldn't see his original appearance, and he was unrecognizable.

The obese middle-aged man said angrily: "Don't kneel down and apologize to the uncle!"

Mo Xiong dragged his stumbling body, came over very quickly, and begged: "Uncle has a lot, nephew should not be instigated, and please forgive uncle." ”