Bang!

Duan Mo didn't have any nonsense, he raised his leg and kicked the arrogant Fang Xiaolin to the ground, and slapped Fang Xiaolin twice, causing Fang Xiaolin to vomit blood at the corner of his mouth and jump two teeth.

Fang Xiaolin, whose mouth was full of blood, was directly stunned!

The onlookers were also shocked by Duan Mo's actions, originally thinking that this little Taoist priest fell into the hands of Fang Xiaolin, he must have suffered, and he would shed his skin if he didn't die, but who knew that it was reversed, this inconspicuous little Taoist priest, who was even more arrogant than Fang Xiaolin, didn't say a word, and beat the other party to the ground.

You must know that the person who is lying on the ground, but Fang Xiaolin, is not a disciple of an ordinary family force, nor an ordinary monk, but has an identity and status, and is Fang Xiaolin, the beloved son of Fang Batian, the lord of the Painting Boat City!

In Painting Boat City, no one dares to provoke Fang Xiaolin, who wants his father to be Fang Batian, offending Fang Xiaolin, who can have a good life?

This little Taoist priest is finished, after all, he is young and vigorous, he does things without considering the consequences, and beats Fang Xiaolin, this little Taoist priest will prepare others to collect the corpse, and the crowd of onlookers shook their heads secretly.

"Spicy next door, you dare to ......"

Smack!

Duan Mo slapped Fang Xiaolin's words directly into his stomach.

"I ......"

Smack!

Fang Xiaolin, who had strong anger and murderous intent in his eyes, opened his mouth before he spit out a word, and was slapped twice by Duan Mo.

Burst!

Fang Xiaolin's eyes were furious, his mouth opened, and his mouth full of blood and a few teeth spit out, which was the consequence of Duan Mo's several slaps, and he was also angry. The anger in his heart can no longer be described in words, he Fang Xiaolin has never been slapped by others in his life, and he has fanned it several times one after another.

This can be said to be the biggest shame in his life Fang Xiaolin, but now that he is trampled under Duan Mo's feet, it is difficult to move for half a minute, and there is no hope for revenge.

"Young Master Fang. ”

In the blink of an eye, he saw that Fang Xiaolin was beaten miserably by the little Taoist, and his three subordinates, who were still caring about the owner of the sewing shop at the moment, rushed towards Duan Mo with a monstrous killing intent in their eyes, but they were stopped by Allah, and they were grabbed by one in one hand, and they were thrown out by Allah one after another.

Bang bang bang!

Allah is a stone goblin, with innate divine power, Fang Xiaolin's three subordinates flew out three feet away from the air, and when the three figures fell from the sky and fell to the ground, they had broken their arms and arms, and they were seriously injured, screaming miserably.

This is still Duan Mo's order not to cause death, otherwise Allah will directly let their heads bleed and fall to the ground.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned, and now they all saw the extraordinaryness of Duan Mo and the three of them, otherwise who would dare to beat Fang Xiaolin and his three subordinates in the Painting Boat City?

You must know that Fang Xiaolin is a fifth-layer condensation cultivator, and his three subordinates are also between the fourth and fifth layers of condensation, and they can be regarded as masters, but they were beaten by Duan Mo and they were powerless to fight back, and they directly grabbed chickens and threw them out, which was really too violent.

Fang Xiaolin also saw the form clearly at this moment, knowing that he was kicking the iron plate, if he dared to be arrogant again, he would definitely lose his life.

For the first time, he felt that his surname was threatened, and for the first time, he met someone who was even more arrogant than him, and the cultivation of Duan Mo and the three of them couldn't even be seen through by him, and they were definitely not ordinary monks.

But his Lao Tzu of Fang Xiaolin is the city lord of Huafang City, and he is still a foundation-building monk, as long as he comes back to life from Duan Mo's hands, it will be Duan Mo's death.

Fang Xiaolin thinks so.

"I was wrong just now, I apologize to you, here are 10,000 taels of silver tickets, and I will give them all to you. ”

Now in Duan Mo's hands, Fang Xiaolin can only endure this breath first, although he is stubborn, he can bend and stretch, it is important to find a way to save his life first. How could Duan Mo not know his thoughts, and took the silver ticket in his hand, but he didn't let go of Fang Xiaolin's intention, and still trampled Fang Xiaolin under his feet.

The owner of the sewing shop with a blue nose and swollen face, at this time, the gray face came to Duan Mo's side, and glanced at Fang Xiaolin, who also had a blue nose and swollen face, but there was panic and fear in his eyes, Duan Mo beat Fang Xiaolin like this, and he would definitely take this evil breath out on him afterwards.

He is just an ordinary person, doing a little business just to support his family, now that things are like this, I am afraid that he will not even have a chance to live, but he does not dare to blame Duan Mo for affecting him, maybe without Duan Mo's move, he is already dead, now he is grateful to Duan Mo at the same time, he is also very afraid, the owner of the sewing shop said at this time: "Xiaodao Chang's shop is no longer mine, now I will return all the silver to you." ”

The owner of the sewing shop said, "I will take out the silver taels."

Duan Mo waved his hand, since he had already done it, he would definitely handle the matter well, and besides, the owner of the sewing shop had made such a big trouble, it was also caused by his affairs, if he patted his ass and left, the owner of the sewing shop would probably lose his life.

The owner of the sewing shop is just an ordinary person, the forces behind Fang Xiaolin are all monks, and now that he has moved Fang Xiaolin, if he doesn't solve the problem, he will definitely affect the family of the owner of the sewing shop.

"Young Master Fang, right?"

Duan Mo stared at Fang Xiaolin coldly, and immediately asked Allah to bring Fang Xiaolin's three subordinates.

Two of the three broke their legs, and one of them was slightly injured, and the slightly injured monk could still walk, but when he saw Alaa and Duan Mo, he was very afraid, and he didn't have the arrogance just now.

"Give you half an hour, call him Lao Tzu, if you don't come, wait for the end." Duan Mo said lightly to the lightly injured monk.

If you don't come, wait for the end!

How domineering this sentence is, you must know Fang Xiaolin's Lao Tzu, but the city lord of Huafang City is a strong man in building a foundation, could it be that the background of this young Taoist priest is so big that he is not even afraid of a strong person in building a foundation? Of course, Duan Mo and the three of them are all strong people in building a foundation, they will never think of it, after all, Duan Mo is too young, and Silly Niu and Allah are demon beasts that have become young men and women, and they are also very strong.

Fang Xiaolin's three subordinates immediately fled in panic and went to call Fang Xiaolin's Laozi Fang Batian.

"We went to the store and sat down. ”

Outside the sewing shop, there were too many onlookers, Duan Mo carried Fang Xiaolin, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and walked into the sewing shop, and Silly Niu and Allah also sat in.

The owner of the sewing shop, who came to his shop trembling at this moment, hurriedly brought the tea and entertained Duan Mo and them, Duan Mo was not even afraid of the city lord of the painting boat city, sitting here and waiting for others to come, he must have an unusual identity background, as for what kind of background, it is not what ordinary people like him want.

Seeing the panicked look on the face of the owner of the sewing shop, Duan Mo said: "This matter started because of me, don't worry about anything, I will take care of it." Well, Young Master Fang, this sewing shop is yours now, right?"

"No, it's Boss Zhong's. Fang Xiaolin immediately shook his head, and promised very happily, he was afraid that he would be slapped if he was not happy.

"The 20,000 sets of Taoist robes were confiscated by you?"

"No, it's still in Boss Zhong's shop. ”

"You seem to hate a Taoist priest like me who wears Taoist robes and pretends to be a god stick, don't you?"

"Don't dare, no... Nothing. ”

Fang Xiaolin, who had a blue nose and swollen face, was completely free of the arrogance just now at the moment, just kidding, Duan Mo dared to wait for him here Lao Tzu Fang Batian, there must be something to rely on, otherwise he knew who his Lao Tzu was, would he dare to be so arrogant?

"I'm going to hear the truth, why are you doing this?"

Duan Mo said coldly, Fang Xiaolin knew that Boss Zhong of the sewing shop had made 20,000 sets of Taoist robes, and he suddenly came to make trouble, there must be a reason for this.

"Because I hate Taoist priests, especially Duan Mo who dug up other people's ancestral graves, I want to seek justice for the Yanzhou monks and the dead souls!" Fang Xiaolin said.

"Well, you have a great sense of justice, in that case, why don't you go to Duan Mo who digs the grave, why do you hurt innocent people?" Duan Mo sneered, this Fang Xiaolin thought that he was righteous in his heart, and he kept saying justice for others, but he even hurt ordinary people, there were so many such people in the world, which made him despise it very much.

"That Duan Mo is now the strongest person in Yanzhou, and it's too late to hide, who dares to trouble him, so he can only find trouble with other Taoist priests. Fang Xiaolin thought for a moment and looked at him as if he took it for granted.

When Silly Girl and Allah heard this, they couldn't hold back anymore and laughed one after another.

This guy is really stupid!

Duan Mo waved his hand at the stupid girls, not allowing them to laugh, and continued to say to an idiot like Xiao Lin on the other side: "Eh, where is your family's ancestral grave." ”

"You ask what my family's ancestral grave does?" Fang Xiaolin's expression was shocked.

"Because I'm Duan Mo. Duan Mo sneered in his heart: "Don't you want to find Dao Master to seek justice for the Yanzhou monks, how are you going to give the Yanzhou monks justice?"

"You... Are you Duan Mo?"

Hearing Duan Mo say that, Fang Xiaolin remembered the description of Duan Mo's appearance, and then looked at Duan Mo, wasn't the person he provoked the same Duan Mo who made the Yanzhou monks extremely frightened and dug up the ancestral tomb of the First Great Repair True Sect Vientiane Sect?

And this plague-like existence made him provoked, and his little life still fell into Duan Mo's hands, and then thinking of Duan Mo asking where his family's ancestral grave was, Fang Xiaolin closed his eyes and fainted in fright.

"He's scared?" said Allah.

"Well, he's here. Duan Mo's demon soul saw a middle-aged man, leading two monks of the seventh or eighth layer of condensation, rushing over the street with an anxious face.

The middle-aged man was Fang Xiaolin's Laozi Fang Batian, a monk who had just broken through to the foundation building period.

Fang Batian was full of a strong murderous aura at this moment, and rushed straight to the sewing shop, his favorite son Fang Xiaolin, let others beat him on his territory, can he not be angry? The most important thing is that people don't say anything, and they also detain Fang Xiaolin, asking him to come and lead people.

This is simply because the other party didn't take him, the city lord of the Painting Boat City, to know that he is a strong foundation, the other party is so arrogant, he will definitely let the other party stay in the Painting Boat City forever.

Bang bang!

Fang Batian was very arrogant, he directly kicked the door of the sewing shop to smash, and then broke in angrily, when he saw the young Taoist priest sitting on the chair drinking tea, the anger and killing intent in Fang Batian's eyes receded like a tide in a blink of an eye.

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