The stunned expression disappeared in a flash, and a mocking smile appeared on Mo Heng's face.

"Little waste? You're not dead yet? I thought that the 'exhortation' made you wake up and go to find your dead ghost daddy's family to reunite!

The group of people behind Mo Heng also laughed together, full of irony, among which Mo Hang and Mo Yang laughed the most.

Mo Zhiyao's cold eyes swept over one by one, and everyone's laughter stopped abruptly, as if someone had suddenly choked their necks. For some reason, when this famous waste of the Mo family reappeared, it actually carried a chilling aura on his body, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Mo Heng was no exception, being swept by Mo Zhiyao's eyes, a chill unconsciously arose in his heart.

Forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, Mo Heng's expression became fierce, and his mouth was full of evil words.

"Why? Dressed like this, are you going to ask for food? Knowing that you are going to take that path in the future, it is good to familiarize yourself with it beforehand. lest you can't even get food and starve to death on the streets, but you will lose your father's reputation as 'no bones remained'!" Mo Heng's viciousness gradually intensified.

Mo Zhiyao's face remained the same, his right hand was on the table, and his index finger was rhythmically tapping on the tabletop, and the sound of "pop, pop" sounded like a melody that was breathtaking.

"Of course, you're a waste, and it's normal to not get food. If you are really hungry, you will come to Lao Tzu, as long as you knock a few times to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu may be soft-hearted for a while, for the sake of your surname Mo, I will give you the leftovers of Lao Tzu's dog. Mo Heng clasped his hands on his chest, and the corners of his mouth were raised obliquely, full of mockery.

The killing intent in Mo Zhiyao's heart was gradually rising, and there was a hint of red light brewing under his eyes.

"If you don't have enough to eat, Lao Tzu can still plead for you, and these brothers behind me can also help you. Are you right?" The last sentence was asked by a few people behind Mo Heng.

"Yes. Be. It's just that this time the sound of catering seemed sparse, even more inaudible, obviously with a strong cowardice, obviously this group of people were shocked by Mo Zhiyao's eyes before, and they didn't dare to be as arrogant as before.

"Hmph!" Mo Heng snorted angrily, glaring fiercely at Mo Hang and Mo Yang beside him. The two of them immediately shook their heads, and Mo Hang immediately said: "No, that's right! If you can't get along anymore, just come to my eldest brother, my eldest brother is born with a bodhisattva heart, and he won't watch you starve to death on the streets! You are right? Mo Yang!"

Speaking is talking, but Mo Hang's eyes have been wandering, and he doesn't dare to look at Mo Zhiyao, anyone can see his lack of confidence, and in the end, he has to pull Mo Yang to strengthen his courage, and it has the intention of causing trouble.

Mo Yang scolded in his heart when he heard this, he originally wanted to be a turtle with a shrunken head, but under the pressure of Mo Heng, he wanted to hum twice and did something perfunctory. I never thought that I was actually pulled into the water by Mo Hang, and I couldn't do it if I didn't want to speak at the moment.

Mo Yang's cheeks twitched a few times, and he swallowed his saliva fiercely, as if he was emboldening himself, and said loudly: "That's right, Mo Zhiyao, don't you don't know the hearts of good people." Today happens to be a good day for my eldest brother to be promoted, you haven't come to kowtow to my eldest brother, if you make my eldest brother unhappy, don't blame our brothers for being polite!

In the past, Mo Yang used to call Mo Zhiyao a waste with Mo Heng when he opened and closed his mouth, but at this moment, he couldn't shout it anyway, and calling him by his name was already Mo Yang's greatest courage now.

Mo Hang just ran Mo Yang into the water alone, but Mo Yang was even more ruthless, and directly pulled everyone onto the thief ship. The group of teenagers behind Mo Heng were all gritting their teeth, but not to Mo Zhiyao, but to Mo Yang.

But Mo turned around and looked around with a fierce look, and no one dared not speak. Maybe it's because of how bold the people are, and the voice of echo is much louder than last time.

Mo Yang, who turned his head, closed his lips tightly the next moment, didn't say a word, and refused to say more than half a word, and his body leaned behind Mo Heng. Because at this moment, Mo Zhiyao had already gotten up and left his seat and walked slowly towards everyone.

The footsteps of "Step, Step!" were like a hammer, striking on everyone's hearts. As Mo Zhiyao approached, the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

On the second floor, there are still many diners, who are quietly staying away from the distance at the moment. If it weren't for Mo Heng and others blocking the staircase, these people would only be afraid that they would run out early in the morning.

They don't know how Mo Zhiyao is a person, but Mo Heng is notorious, and there are few people in Iwaki who don't know him. Relying on his deep background, and in the past two years, because his father has ascended to the throne of elders, Mo Heng can be described as rampant and domineering, not to mention that there is no evil or no evil.

Seeing that the evil young man was picking quarrels and provoking trouble, although he hadn't done it yet, it seemed that it was a matter of about a moment, and a group of diners left the table early and hid to the side, so as not to be affected by the pond fish.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao walking forward, Mo Heng's heart tightened for no reason, and the arms held in front of his chest were hurriedly lowered, and his fists were quietly clenched, guarding carefully. Today's Mo Zhiyao gives people a feeling of extreme danger, and Mo Heng doesn't dare to care as much as before.

When everyone thought that Mo Zhiyao was going to step forward to make a move, Mo Zhiyao ignored Mo Heng and the others with nervous expressions, just like back then, completely ignored them and passed by a few people.

Mo Heng was so aggrieved that he wanted to die, but he was just glanced at by Mo Zhiyao, and a group of people on his side were all suppressed and didn't even dare to speak out.

Mo Heng is now a cultivator in the Qi Gathering Realm, and he is promoted based on the five human patterns, looking at the Mo family's generation, it is enough to rank in the top ten. In Mo Heng's eyes, Mo Zhiyao is just a waste who doesn't even deserve to lift his shoes, but he hasn't seen him for a year, and Mo Heng doesn't believe that Mo Zhiyao can turn over from a waste that can't even condense a human pattern to the point where it can threaten him.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao walking by, without even looking at himself, Mo Heng's eyes flashed with annoyance, and he roared angrily: "Little waste, stop for Lao Tzu!"

Mo Zhiyao didn't hear it, and still walked to the staircase.

Mo Heng's heart was on fire, since Mo Cang's death, Mo Heng has found countless opportunities to beat Mo Zhiyao for an excuse, but Mo Zhiyao is a hard bone, no matter how badly he was beaten, he never begged for mercy. And the next time they met, they still looked ignorant, which made Mo Heng more and more angry, and he was ruthless in private, so he had to beat Mo Zhiyao to kneel and beg for mercy.

I didn't know that before the end of the year, Mo Zhiyao disappeared for no reason, so Mo Heng gritted his teeth, and deeply regretted that he did not subdue Mo Zhiyao. Unexpectedly, today's promotion was successful, and he met Mo Zhiyao in the Shanyuan Building.

Immediately, Mo Heng decided to humiliate Mo Zhiyao again, who would have thought that Mo Zhiyao didn't move his hands and mouth, just a look, and scared the group of people around him so that he didn't have the slightest temper, how could Mo Heng not be angry.

Seeing that Mo Zhiyao was about to go downstairs, Mo rushed forward horizontally, punched Mo Zhiyao's vest, and roared: "Little waste, didn't you hear Lao Tzu speak?"

The fist was close, Mo Zhiyao's body turned like electricity, and when he turned around, he grabbed Mo Heng's fist, and there was a strange red glow in the coldness of his eyes.

After successfully condensing the first magic pattern, Mo Zhiyao can already send and receive as he pleases the control of absorbing power. Otherwise, Mo Heng at this moment would have been sucked into a skeleton long ago.

Feeling the strength coming from the fist, a look of surprise appeared on Mo Heng's face. Although this punch only used thirty percent of the force, it was by no means something that Mo Zhiyao could withstand in his impression.

But the facts in front of him are not only endured by Mo Zhiyao, but also faintly have a tendency to overwhelm him, so how can Mo Heng not be surprised?

Speaking of Mo Heng slowly, it was Mo Hang and a few people behind him, who were also shocked and unbelievable when they saw this scene.

Although he was shocked by Mo Zhiyao before, in the hearts of everyone, he still regarded Mo Zhiyao as a waste who could be pinched and flattened. The habits developed over the years have made the young people of the Mo family still full of disdain for Mo Zhiyao.

When they saw that Mo Zhiyao could actually resist Mo Heng's punch, everyone's hearts suddenly flooded with shock like a monstrous wave, and they couldn't believe what they saw in their eyes.

The force from Mo Zhiyao's palm became bigger and bigger, and while Mo Heng was surprised in his heart, he hurriedly swung another punch and hit Mo Zhiyao's face.

Although Mo Heng's movements were fast, in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, they became extremely slow. And through the opposing fists, Mo Zhiyao can clearly feel the flow of internal force in Mo Heng's body, and according to the movement of the internal force, Mo Zhiyao can judge Mo Heng's next move in advance. The wonderful feeling of completely mastering the opponent made Mo Zhiyao extremely happy.

"Smack!" Mo Zhiyao's other hand accurately slapped Mo Heng's fist in front of him, and at the same time, his palm flipped over, firmly grasping Mo Heng's wrist.

The ghostly figure went around Mo Heng from the front, and the red glow under Mo Zhiyao's eyes became more and more obvious, bursting out with the strength of his whole body, and the muscles on his arms bulged instantly!

Although only three human patterns were condensed, and they were one realm worse than Mo Heng, there were still two magic patterns hidden under Mo Zhiyao's human patterns!

I wanted to leave here before, not because I was afraid of Mo Heng, but because Mo Zhiyao felt that the killing intent in his heart was a little uncontrollable. Since the condensation of the magic pattern, it is okay if there is nothing to do, but once he is emotional, Mo Zhiyao is a little unable to suppress the surging murderous intent in his heart.

Mo Heng's many provocations have made the killing intent in Mo Zhiyao's heart have risen to the extreme, if he doesn't leave, Mo Zhiyao doesn't dare to guarantee that he will not do something crazy.

According to the rules of the Mo family, no matter what the reason, no fratricide is allowed, otherwise it will be executed at the worst and expelled from the clan. This is also the reason why Mo Heng only dared to injure Mo Zhiyao before, but did not dare to cripple or kill him.

But Mo Heng's entanglement, aggressiveness, and even took the initiative to take action, which finally aroused Mo Zhiyao's ferocity.

Mo Heng was burly and powerful, and when he saw Mo Zhiyao's amazing performance, he was taken aback, and hurriedly increased the strength on his arm, intending to get rid of Mo Zhiyao's clamps.

Feeling the sudden intensification of the strength of Mo Heng's arm, the cold glow in Mo Zhiyao's eyes was flourishing, and a trace of demonic energy was quietly injected into Mo Heng's body. Mo Heng's body suddenly shook violently, and he only felt that the strength he had just gathered was like a flood of breaking embankments, pouring out, and he was no longer able to resist Mo Zhiyao's constraints.

Mo Zhiyao, who has been honed between life and death, has a control over the timing far beyond Mo Heng's imagination. Once you have the upper hand, you will never give your opponent any more chances.

Fight with monsters, the end of defeat, there is only one way to die!

With a muffled sound, Mo Zhiyao's right leg was brought up and whipped under Mo Heng's armpit like a whip.

"Click!" The sound of a numb fracture on the scalp reached the ears of the audience, and Mo Heng's scream also sounded.

Letting go of his palm, Mo Zhiyao's body rotated, and with a piercing sound of his right leg breaking in the air, a roundabout kick was thrown on Mo Heng's other shoulder. The sound of bone cracking resounded again, and Mo Heng's screams suddenly became more poignant, and his body flew with him, falling to the ground.

Mo Zhiyao looked indifferently at Mo Heng, who fell to the ground and screamed miserably, stepped forward as if no one was around, stepped on Mo Heng's face, bent down, and said in a cold voice: "You say, which of us is a waste?"