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Wei 13 went to look for Han's sister-in-law early, and as expected, Han Rou's little devil didn't come;

Mo Changfeng is rarely idle, his mind is calm, he sits cross-legged, and practices and meditates in the house.

"Young Master Mo!"

"Young Master Mo!!"

Suddenly, with a shout, the door was pushed open, and the girl Lu Ying rushed in!

"I'll go! What's the rhythm?"

These movements made by Lu Ying startled Mo Changfeng's true qi in his body, and he almost ran out.

Hurriedly calmed down and eased the true qi in his body, Mo Changfeng was also speechless in his heart: Yesterday it was Han Rou'er first, and today it was Lu Ying, if this situation continues, he will have to be made mad;

No, I must find Brother Han another day and give me a quiet place.

Lu Ying naturally didn't know what Master Mo was thinking, so she clutched her chest and panted breathlessly: "Master Mo, the master of the door asked you to go over!"

"Brother Han looking for me?" Looking at Lu Ying's panting appearance, Mo Changfeng didn't say anything to complain.

"That's right, it's the main door looking for Mr. Mo, and it seems to be a very urgent matter, Mr. Mo should come with me as soon as possible. Lu Ying stroked her heaving chest and said with a sigh.

"In a hurry?"

Mo Changfeng was stunned, but the corner of his eyes swept to the box in the corner, and asked, "Lu Ying, before I go to find Brother Han, can you help me find a copper lock." ”

Although Wei 13 said that he wanted to keep Han Rou's little devil today, for the sake of insurance, Mo Changfeng still planned to lock the box, after all, the wonders of these stones were better known to fewer people.

"Copper lock?" Lu Ying asked, but she didn't ask more, but hurriedly turned around and ran out.

It was only a matter of dozens of breaths, and Lu Ying ran back, but there was an extra gray copper lock in her hand: "Young Master Mo, this is the lock and key you want." ”

After taking the copper lock, Mo Changfeng thanked him, and in Lu Ying's surprised gaze, he turned around and entered the house and sealed the box in the corner.

Mo Changfeng turned around and went out, ignoring Lu Ying's surprise, put the key in his pocket, and said, "Lu Ying, let's go, don't let Brother Han wait for a long time." ”

"Oh, Master Mo is going here~" Lu Ying responded, and without asking anything more, she and Mo Changfeng both walked into the corridor.

Through the corridors,

Although this journey was also full of twists and turns, fortunately, it was not far away, and after a while, Lu Ying took Mo Changfeng to a three-story building.

Council Chamber,

Three large characters are placed horizontally on the main entrance, occupying most of the door, and the square and angular font reflects the whole building very seriously.

At this moment, there were hundreds of guards guarding the main entrance of the council hall, and it was a little strange that among these hundreds of guards, more than half of them were not disciples of the Sword Intent Sect!

"What's wrong?" Mo Changfeng frowned, thinking quickly in his heart.

At this moment, Lu Ying stopped, turned to Mo Changfeng, and said, "This is a sect powerhouse, Mo Gongzi can go in alone, Lu Ying is waiting here." ”

Glancing at Lu Ying, Mo Changfeng suppressed the speculation in his heart and walked towards the council hall alone.

Just approaching the main entrance of the conference hall, the hundreds of guards guarding looked at Mo Changfeng in unison, their eyes full of vigilance.

"There are so many masters!"

Mo Changfeng was stared at by all the guards, and suddenly felt a little depressed in his heart, in his opinion, among the guards around, at least five of them had reached the level of Martial Honor!

Under the gaze of hundreds of masters, Mo Changfeng walked into the hall.

In the hall, Han Guangtian sat in the first seat of the hall, Steward Zheng stood aside, and on the row of seats on the left side, two people were sitting talking to Han Guangtian.

Mo Changfeng approached and looked at the two:

A man over forty years old, slightly fat, graceful, and rich, settled in the upper seat of the left row;

Blood Wolves!

When Mo Changfeng saw that the face of this ugly man was somewhat similar to the Xiongdian the day before yesterday, he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, but he also raised his vigilance a little.

"Changfeng, you're here!" Han Guangtian saw Mo Changfeng walk into the hall and got up to greet him.

With Han Guangtian's voice, the graceful man and the ugly man also turned their heads to look at Mo Changfeng together, but the expressions of the two were different, the former had a lukewarm expression, and the latter had a hideous sinister smile.

"Presumably this is Mo Shaoxia who fought with the Blood Wolf Gang the day before yesterday, how many years have been heroes since ancient times, and when I see it today, it is really so!" The graceful man glanced at Mo Changfeng, turned his head to Han Guangtian and said slowly.

Han Guangtian did not answer the graceful man, but introduced to Mo Changfeng: "Changfeng, this is the owner of Wancai Building, with millions of money. ”

Money millions!

Mo Changfeng looked at the graceful man in front of him, who was actually the richest man who controlled nearly half of Shacheng's industry, Mo Changfeng subconsciously looked at it twice;

You must know that the richest man in the world is not the same as the first loser on the earth, there is no trace of water, there is no debt, it is a real industry, an asset that can be seen, and a ticket that can be touched.

The richest man, who used to be a legendary figure, is now in front of him, although he knows that today's millions of people are not good, Mo Changfeng still bowed slightly, and hugged his fists and saluted: "Qian Lou Lord!"

Regarding Mo Changfeng's salute, Qian Million looked a little arrogant, but he just said lightly, which can be regarded as accepting this salute.

Qian Million's attitude, Han Guangtian was not surprised, and then pointed to the ugly man, and introduced: "This is blood-"

"Don't work for the master of the Han Gate, Xiong himself introduced!"

Without waiting for Han Guangtian to introduce him, the ugly man snorted coldly, stood up, and strode towards Mo Changfeng.

"Hehe~" As the ugly man walked, a sneer popped up at the corner of his mouth, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly became silent.

When Han Guangtian saw this, he knew that the ugly man was going to be unfavorable to Mo Changfeng, but when he was about to set off to intercept him, he was grabbed by Steward Zheng's arm.

"Old Zheng?" Han Guangtian turned his head to look and saw Steward Zheng shaking his head slightly at him.

Then, as if he had thought of something, Han Guangtian dispelled the idea of stepping forward to stop him, but secretly used his internal strength to pay attention to the Quartet.

The ugly man walked up to Mo Changfeng and hugged a punch with a hideous face: "Blood Wolf Gang, male battle!"

This person is indeed the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang!

Mo Changfeng's face did not move, and he responded with a punch without humility or arrogance: "Sword Intent Gate, Mo Changfeng!"

Suddenly!

Just as Mo Changfeng raised his hand and clenched his fist, the male battle on the opposite side didn't say a word, raised his palm, and slapped towards Mo Changfeng's chest!

I really didn't expect that Xiong Zhan would not care about the face of the leader of the gang, and in front of everyone, he adopted the trick of sneak attack!

Because the distance was too close, one side was gathering momentum suddenly, and the other side was almost defenseless, and when Mo Changfeng could react, the palm had already reached his chest!

Han Guangtian, Zheng Guan Shi and others were even more unable to react: they all knew that Xiong Zhan would make trouble with Mo Changfeng, but they never expected that Xiong Zhan would use this method of sneak attack.

Frightened,

Everything has slowed down by half a beat,

With his palm to his chest, Mo Changfeng had no choice but to stiffen his scalp and gather the strength of his whole body in his chest, and at the moment, there was no other way than to resist.

Boom~~!

A loud bang echoed through the hall.

After the loud noise, Mo Changfeng snorted and took a few steps backwards before stabilizing his figure;

"Poof—"

Mo Changfeng didn't hold back the violent churning in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spit out and sprayed all over the ground.

Since the time has passed, he has been shocked to vomit blood for the first time, although it seems to be very serious, but Mo Changfeng has doubts in his heart: he was also injured, compared to the last time he fought with Wang Tong, he forcibly pressed his chest and did not vomit blood, why did he vomit blood this time, but he was much more comfortable? Is this the price to pay for pretending to be forced?

The doubt in his heart was just for a moment, Mo Changfeng came back to his senses, after all, he had experienced a lot of winds and waves, only to see him quietly wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Xiong Zhan coldly.

At the same time,

Xiong Zhan's body retreated more than ten steps, and the retreat was so fierce that he actually smashed a large number of tables and chairs in the hall!

"Poof—"

Unexpectedly, Xiong Zhan also spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was even more messy; it seemed that the palm just now was sneak attacked, and Xiong Zhan was actually injured by Mo Changfeng's backlash!

One blow and one resistance, after the sneak attack, they were shocked, and the strength of the two was immediately clear!

"What!"

The graceful man stood up from his seat abruptly, looking at Mo Changfeng with a shocked face, he really couldn't imagine that Mo Changfeng, a little teenager, would have such a terrifying internal force!

As for Han Guangtian and Steward Zheng, the two of them looked at each other, their eyes full of ecstasy, as if Mo Changfeng's strength had exceeded their expectations.

At the moment when everyone was shocked, Steward Zheng's face suddenly changed, and he instantly became cold: "Dare to spread wild in my sword intent and look for death!"

Before the words fell, Steward Zheng puffed up and immediately rushed towards Xiongzhan.

In just the blink of an eye, Steward Zheng's figure swept to the front of Xiong Zhan!

"It's so fast!" Mo Changfeng secretly exclaimed, although Steward Zheng was over half a hundred years old, his body was extremely fast!

One palm!

Steward Zheng also pushed out with a palm and slapped Xiongzhan's chest;

But Steward Zheng's palm, judging from the momentum of the palm alone, is several times stronger than Xiong Zhan's attack just now!

Unexpectedly, Steward Zheng didn't do anything, and he didn't leave his hand at all, and he had the intention of slapping Xiong Zhan to death on the spot.

"Not good!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Xiong Zhan immediately rushed towards the rear, but when the power was approaching, how could Steward Zheng let it go so easily.

The male retreated quickly, and the Zheng steward attacked faster, and the single palm was mercilessly bullied!

Rumble~~

Another bang!

It was deafening, the whole hall seemed to tremble, the tea sets on the table were instantly burst and flew in all directions, and the roof tiles clicked even more.

This palm is so powerful!

Sou~

Sou~

At the place where they took over, two figures flew out, each retreating dozens of steps.

The two figures stopped at the same time, and these two people turned out to be Steward Zheng and the millions!

At this moment, both of them were flushed, panting and looking at each other, as if the blow just now had consumed a lot of their strength.

Wow~~

At the same time, the blades staggered, and the guards outside the door poured in.

In just an instant, Qian Million fought with Xiong and was escorted in the center;

Of course, Han Guangtian and Zheng Steward were also strictly guarded by the disciples of the Sword Intent Sect.

Suddenly, the wide hall was packed, and more than 100 people drew their swords and fought each other, swords rattling!

War!

It's like it's on the verge of triggering!