Longevity begins with a proud smile

Chapter 184 Where is the justice?
"It is suspected that a fairy has come down to earth to see the beauty of the prosperous world!"

This is the truest portrayal of Zhuo Lingfeng's heart.

A woman like Zhao Min was carefully crafted by the Creator. She is like an elf, and every part of her body is extremely beautiful.
And this kind of beauty is not comparable to any woman Zhuo Lingfeng has seen through various channels in his previous life.

Because appearance can still be produced and changed.

How can ordinary people achieve the dual conditions of practicing kung fu and martial arts since childhood, cultivating Qi internally, removing impurities from the body, raising the Qi to feed back to the physical body, and practicing moves externally to shape the body?

Therefore, the beauty of Zhao Min can be compared with that of Ren Yingying. They can be said to be good at winning, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

As for stunning women such as Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao, their appearance and charm may not seem to be inferior to Zhao Min, but Zhuo Lingfeng has never experienced them on the inside, so it is naturally difficult to evaluate them.

When the clouds closed and the rain stopped, Zhuo Lingfeng saw that Zhao Min's cheeks were fresh and plump. Under the candlelight, they were really gorgeous.

Even though he knew everything about Zhao Min, he was actually fascinated by it. He couldn't help but think to himself: "She seems to be more beautiful! Could it be that beauty can also increase?"

Zhao Min seemed to feel his burning gaze, and when she turned around, she saw him looking at her longingly. Even though the two of them had met each other frankly, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and dizzy with shame.He turned his head hurriedly, clutching the quilt, and cried out from time to time.

Zhuo Lingfeng suppressed the turbulence in his heart, held her tightly in his arms, and sighed softly: "Mei Min, I understand, you are a good girl, I don't blame you for this, if you want to blame me, just blame Zhuo Lingfeng for being shameless Obscene..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Min suddenly kissed him lightly and said with a smile: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is my happiest moment."

Zhuo Lingfeng caressed her tender and tender body, feeling her skin covered with fine sweat, and felt pity in his heart again. He couldn't help but sigh: "Mei Min is sincere, and I, Zhuo Lingfeng, don't know what I have done. Being treated like this by you will make me grateful for the rest of my life and will never be forgotten."

"Brother Feng!" Zhao Min looked at him intently: "Somehow, when you were far away from me in the past, I always felt that you were by my side."

Pause for a moment: "Now that you are right in front of me, I feel like you are far away from me, or I feel like you have changed!"

Zhuo Lingfeng suddenly caught a glimpse of Yin Hong's dyed mattress. His heart ached and he felt deeply guilty. He looked at Zhao Min and smiled miserably: "Have you changed? Maybe this is the real me!"

There is a hint of selfishness in my bones, just because I used to live in the mountains and forests with my mentor, not having contact with outsiders, and practicing Taoist true skills, which suppressed my nature.

But as my martial arts got better and better, and I experienced more and more, I gradually became the kind of person that people in my previous life hated and hated! "

"People hate ghosts?" Zhao Min asked in surprise: "Is it possible that all of you in your previous life hated humans and ghosts?"

She believed that if Zhuo Lingfeng was hated by humans and ghosts, then everyone else in the world would be like that.

Zhuo Lingfeng laughed dumbly and said: "I can't speak for everyone, I can only say that it is the majority of people!"

"Then tell me about your previous world."

Zhao Min was very curious.

Zhuo Lingfeng pondered for a moment and said: "Our world is actually not worth mentioning.

It's just that the productivity of science and technology is extremely powerful, and the standard of living is far higher than here. For example, just like the life you just enjoyed with a golden leaf, only very few people can enjoy it here, but there, everyone can enjoy it.

For example, your invincible Mongolian cavalry can be wiped out with the push of a button!

It can be said that it is omnipotent in heaven and earth, overwhelming mountains and seas! "

Zhao Min trembled: "So powerful?"

Zhuo Lingfeng smiled and said: "It's a pity that the people there have extremely low moral values ​​due to the social environment.

For the sake of money and power, he will do whatever it takes and is highly regarded.

Here, the integrity that everyone values ​​the most is called bullshit in their eyes. They only care about whether the benefits are enough!

If you like someone and pay for it, that's called dog licking, which is extremely insulting!

But he also takes things between men and women very lightly, his belts are too loose, and it is not uncommon for him to go to bed immediately after meeting him.

And the most ridiculous thing is that everyone clearly regards others by one standard and requires themselves to be by another standard, but everyone is vigorously criticizing this behavior.

Little do they know that everyone is like this, including themselves.

It's as if they treat everyone and everything the same. "

Zhao Min snorted and said: "The so-called treating everyone equally is as difficult as asking for it with the law, let alone using your own emotions, morality, and thoughts.

It sounds like everyone there is completely hypocritical. Isn’t life very tiring? "

Zhuo Lingfeng sighed and exclaimed: "You are really smart, you have revealed the essence in one sentence.

Because of this, when there is no trust between people, people no longer love each other, and they begin to have no pure feelings.

All love at first sight between men and women will be summarized as lust.

All the love at first sight between men will be understood as the good of Longyang.

Being tolerant and generous, benevolent and loving others will be regarded as overflowing with compassion. "Mother", a very noble word, has also become a despised word.

But people who hold this view feel that they live a transparent life, claim to be the sober people in the world, and are extremely pretentious. Anyone who holds a different view than them is a fool.

As everyone knows, no matter whether you are a clear-headed person or a confused person, in real real life, you can't even understand yourself. Alas, if I don't talk about this, it is simply not worth mentioning. "

Zhao Min cried with joy and said: "Finally God has mercy on me..." But he couldn't say the next words.

Zhuo Lingfeng knew what she was talking about. Fortunately, he had traveled to the present.

Suddenly Zhao Min burst into tears and shed big tears: "Brother Feng, I will go home tomorrow, and I will find a way to create an opportunity for Fan Yao to feed the antidote of Shixiang Ruanjinsan to Wulin. Zhongren, when the time comes, you can let some experts come to my house, make some noise, and rescue them. Don’t have a head-on conflict with my father and brother."

Zhuo Lingfeng felt excited and opened his eyes, only to see that Zhao Min's eyes were distracted and he was gradually becoming confused.

Thinking that she was always worried about the fate of her father and brother in the future, her chest felt like thousands of steel needles pricking her chest. She said in a judo voice: "Sister Min, Yuan Ting's energy is exhausted. If I kill you, Emperor Yuan, I will find a way to let you go." My father becomes the emperor, and he leads the elite Mongolian soldiers back to Mobei. Do you think this is possible?"

Zhao Min stared at her steadily, looking extremely confused. After a while, he sighed and said sadly: "Well, if I kill the emperor, I can make my father the emperor, that would be great." As he spoke, he started to cry again.

Zhuo Lingfeng sighed quietly and said with a wry smile: "Actually, I don't think it's realistic. There are too many people in your Mongolian Golden Family. Your father will never get the throne, but..."

Zhao Min suddenly interrupted: "Brother Feng, let's not talk about these troublesome things."

Zhuo Lingfeng said seriously: "Well, Sister Min, you don't have to worry about this all the time. Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the helm to make arrangements, and then I will visit my father-in-law with you..."

"I'm afraid..."

"You should be deeply aware that I am different from ordinary people now. If he really doesn't listen to his advice, I will use force behind his back. This can be regarded as courtesy first and then attack. In short, it will definitely save your father and brother from Yuan Ting, a ship that is about to be destroyed. Pulled off the boat!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Min leaned in Zhuo Lingfeng's arms, her body and mind were soft, her mind was flowing, but she felt like a dream, like an illusion, wishing that this feeling could stay forever.

In fact, both of them had a shadow in their hearts, fearing that they would lose their peace as soon as they left this place.

After all, this is such a big deal between Han and Mongolia. Who can guarantee that mistakes will not happen and cause lifelong regret?

In the past, the two of them were determined people who were fearless in fighting for the nation and the country, but now they were immersed in the love of their children and became a couple, and they both felt a faint sense of fear unconsciously.

Therefore, this night, the two of them had many conflicts, and it was difficult to express their love for each other.

The two of them hugged each other, and these few hours were like a lifetime. They felt extremely happy in their hearts, and they were not afraid even if they died tomorrow. It was not until the third watch that they hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.

At dawn the next day, the two of them got up and dressed. Although they had a deeper affection for each other, they were also slightly embarrassed.

Zhuo Lingfeng took out a piece of Tsing Yi from the baggage and said with a smile: "Mrs. Zhuo, you are too beautiful. Today, you are going to the Beggar Clan to share the helm. In order to avoid the first glance, can you change into men's clothing?"

Zhao Min disguised herself as a man, not just once, but Xiaoxiao did it again.

After the two had breakfast, Zhao Min directly bought the entire inn and would no longer receive guests.

This was the place where the two fell in love and achieved good things, so Zhao Min naturally took it under his name.

When the innkeeper saw that Zhao Min was so generous with a woman, he wanted to talk more and tried to get a few more gold leaves.

Both Zhuo Lingfeng and Zhao Min have endless access to money, but seeing that he wanted to "kill people", Zhuo Lingfeng pressed his hand on the stone table in the courtyard, leaving a palm print. The boss I was sweating profusely all of a sudden, and I was so busy that I stopped when I was ready.

After leaving the inn, Zhangbo Longtou came up to him and said, "Gang leader, please follow me down!" He was the first to lead the way.

Zhuo Lingfeng felt ashamed and glanced at Zhao Min. Seeing that her face was slightly red, she was obviously embarrassed.

It turned out that after Zhang Bo Longtou came out of the house last night, he deeply regretted that he had been a little reckless, as if he did not trust Zhuo Lingfeng like others, so he sent someone back to the branch to deliver the message. He sat on the ground far outside the inn and kept watch. One night.

When Zhao Min saw Zhuo Lingfeng looking at her, she smiled. When Zhuo Lingfeng saw her beautiful and sweet smile, he suddenly felt like a spring breeze, full of energy, and followed behind Zhangbo Longtou.

The three of them were very fast on their feet, and soon they arrived at a very remote place in the east city. There were trees in front of them, and a majestic manor villa was covered with a layer of mist, looming in the tall and dense jungle.

This is an industry that most of the Beggar Clan controls.

Some wealthy businessmen, either yearning for the world or seeking protection, would choose to join the Beggar Clan.

Therefore, the financial power of the Beggar Clan is no less than that of a thousand-year-old sect such as the Shaolin Temple. However, it is limited to the gang rules. No matter if you are a disciple of the Jingyi Sect or the leader of the gang, no matter how well-dressed you are, you must put on a few patches to show that you do not dare to forget your roots.

It is definitely not what some ignorant people think, the beggars are all beggars.

From a distance, Zhao Min saw some men in civilian clothes outside the village. They were strong and had sharp eyes. They were either patrolling back and forth or sitting around. Swords were visible under their lapels.I couldn't help but be secretly shocked: "I used to think that the Ming Cult was powerful, but I didn't know that the Beggar Clan was also so extraordinary. The largest sect in the world should not be underestimated."

Zhangbo Longtou introduced to Zhuo Lingfeng: "Gang leader, these are the six or seven disciples of our gang. Each of them is a martial arts expert. They were summoned by their subordinates along the way. You have never seen most of them."

Zhuo Lingfeng nodded slightly and thought to himself: "No wonder Cheng Kun and Chen Youliang want to fight against the Beggar Clan. They have such a strong foundation!"

Soon after arriving outside the villa, the Beggar Clan disciples saw the green jade staff inserted in Zhuo Lingfeng's waist and the palm bowl dragon head accompanying him. They hurried forward and knelt down towards Zhuo Lingfeng, saying: "Disciple, see the gang leader!"

Zhuo Lingfeng hurriedly helped the two people in front of him, cupped his hands, and said with a smile: "Brothers, no courtesy, no courtesy!"

Everyone got up.

Zhangbo Longtou also smiled and said: "Brothers, please only greet the gang leader and not the madam!" Zhao Min immediately pulled Zhuo Lingfeng and ran into Zhuangzi.

Zhangbo Longtou followed up and said with a smile: "Madam, you have a tender face. You will get used to it in the future."

When the Beggar Clan disciples saw this, they grinned.

Zhangbo Longtou is a person who has been here before, so he knows that Zhuo Lingfeng and Zhao Min must have become a couple. Regardless of whether he is willing to accept Zhao Min's identity or not, if he wants to hold Zhuo Lingfeng back, then the gang leader's wife must recognize her.

When the three of them entered the manor and came to the hall, they saw Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, and Wei Yixiao all sitting there, with Xiao Zhao standing behind Zhang Wuji.

Zhuo Lingfeng ran a few steps quickly, raised his hands to several people and saluted, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."

Several people smiled and said in return: "Gang Leader Zhuo, you're welcome."

Zhuo Lingfeng saw that Master Miejie and the Wudang heroes were not there, and after asking, he found out that Master Miejie had never settled in the sub-rudder due to the difference between men and women.

Song Qingshu didn't want to settle here, so the Wudang heroes learned it from Mo Shenggu. Song Qingshu was very unhappy because of the misunderstanding between Zhao Min and Zhuo Lingfeng, so he had to find a place to stay on his own.

The leader of the palm bowl called the two parties and Zhang Wuji and others to sit down respectively, and called the waiter to serve tea to everyone.

The host was led by Zhuo Lingfeng. He pointed to a chair below him and said, "Mei Min, please sit here."

Zhao Min took his seat as instructed.

At this time, Wei Yixiao said in a high voice: "Princess Princess, your brother planted gunpowder in Wan'an Temple. His intention is not only to deal with people from other sects, but also to catch us all in one fell swoop. What do you think should be done?"

Zhao Min sneered slightly and asked Zhang Wuji: "Master Zhang, the Kudutuo under my command is Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Bright Sect, right?"

Zhang Wuji was picking up the tea cup, his face changed drastically, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Zhao Min looked at his face and knew that this was indeed the case, so he said: "Okay, I have no other meaning when I say this. I just want to tell everyone that we are hostile to each other, and no matter what method we use, we can't go wrong. Besides, what my brother does will not matter. It’s beyond my power to intervene, this is so unpredictable!”

Suddenly I heard a rough voice shouting loudly: "It's so unpredictable!"

This voice was very familiar to everyone. It was Mo Shenggu. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone suddenly heard the sound of rapid and fast steps and ran straight towards him.

Everyone looked up and saw four men in merchant attire with swords hanging from their waists. In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the entrance of the hall.

The four of them came very quickly, and at a glance, one could immediately tell that each of them possesses high-level martial arts skills.

As soon as they entered the hall, Master Jue and Zhou Zhiruo also walked in.

Although these people were all dressed as businessmen, Zhang Wuji and others recognized their identities at a glance.

Zhang Wuji said happily: "Uncle, Second Master..." He hurriedly went up to meet Zhuo Lingfeng, and was about to introduce a few people to Zhuo Lingfeng, but he couldn't help being shocked, and thought to himself: "What's going on?"

It turned out that the people coming were none other than the Four Heroes of Wudang. Song Yuanqiao and Mo Shenggu had red and swollen eyes, while Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi had cold and solemn expressions on their faces. In short, they all looked bad.

The leader of the palm bowl introduced Zhuo Lingfeng: "Gang leader, this is Song Yuanqiao Song Daxia, the first disciple of Zhenren Zhang, and the current leader of the Wudang Sect."

I saw that his temples were gray and his body was fat, but the skin on his face was white and rosy, with a faint red light.

People who recognized him were secretly surprised when they saw that there was a fire hidden in his eyes, which was very different from his usual calm and calm look.

Although Zhuo Lingfeng had never met the Four Heroes of Wudang in person, he had some prophetic knowledge of them. As soon as he saw their demeanor, he felt something was wrong. He raised his hands and said seriously: "I have met Master Song."

Song Yuanqiao looked solemn and returned the gift with his hand.

He has a calm demeanor and a soft yet strong demeanor. Zhuo Lingfeng can tell at a glance that this man is both internal and external, and his art is not trivial.

"This is Yu Lianzhou and Yu Erxia!"

Zhuo Lingfeng saw that he was about fifty years old, tall, thin and upright, as tall as an old juniper tree, with a pair of eyes shining brightly, and an awe-inspiring look of pride. These unusual features showed that he was an extraordinary person, he held his hands and said: "Hello, Er Xia Yu. !”

Zhang Bolongtou pointed at a short middle-aged man with a heroic face and said: "This is Zhang Songxi and Zhang Sixia!"

Zhuo Lingfeng met Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi successively.

Mo Shenggu said in a loud voice: "I have already met Gang Leader Zhuo, and I have taken the trouble to introduce him to you."

Since Yu Daiyan was injured and Zhang Cuishan died, the other Five Heroes of Wudang have become more famous.

Although Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and others are second-generation disciples of the Wudang sect, in the martial arts world, they are already comparable to the eminent monks of the Kongzi generation from the Shaolin Temple, the world's largest sect.

Therefore, people in the martial arts world respected the Five Heroes of Wudang very much, and Zhangbo Longtou also respected a few of them, so he introduced his clan leader with utmost courtesy. Unexpectedly, Mo Shenggu was so rude.

The leader of the palm bowl is the Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan. He is a person who is inferior to one person but more powerful than tens of thousands of people. When he saw this, he frowned and said coldly: "What? Is Mo Qixia here to show off his power to our Beggar Clan?" ?”

Mo Shenggu ignored him, stared at Zhuo Lingfeng, pointed at Zhao Min beside him, and said, "Gang Leader Zhuo, this Mongolian princess, do you really want her to be your wife?"

His words were disrespectful. Zhao Min had an angry look on his face, but Zhuo Lingfeng was shocked and confused. He didn't expect that he would say this at all. He said seriously: "It's not about it, it's already done!"

Zhao Min didn't expect him to openly admit that he was already a lover, which inevitably aroused people's imagination, and suddenly his face turned red.

However, everyone realized that something big had happened, and no one thought about the deeper meaning.

Mo Shenggu looked at Yu Lianzhou and said: "It's true, second brother, fourth brother is right, the witch Zhao Min is too cunning and vicious, and Gang Leader Zhuo is a young man with strong blood and is confused by beauty..."

Zhao Min's pretty face sank slightly, with anger in her eyes. Zhuo Lingfeng couldn't help but shout: "Mo Qixia, you might as well make it clear what you want!"

Mo Shenggu's face flushed, then turned livid again. He glared at Zhao Min and said sternly: "Gang Leader Zhuo, my Qingshu nephew died last night. How do you explain it?"

When he spoke to Zhuo Lingfeng, he opened his big eyes and stared intently at Zhao Min. He also focused directly on the content of his words. Everyone could see that if he had not been concerned about his identity, he would have taken action against Zhao Min immediately.

Zhuo Lingfeng and Zhao Min looked at each other, each wary.

After all, Song Qingshu's identity was not trivial. He was the third generation disciple of Wudang. He was a serious candidate for the head of the Eight Classics. His sudden death was an earth-shattering event in the martial arts world.

Zhuo Lingfeng frowned and said, "I don't understand what Mo Qixia said. Mr. Song is dead, what explanation do you want me to give?" He stared at the few people intently.

"Carry in!"

Yu Lianzhou waved his hand to stop Mo Shenggu and said loudly.

His voice was clear, and soon two men carried a door panel and hurried in.

There was a person lying on the door, covered with a white cloth. Zhang Wuji hurriedly rushed over to take a look. He lifted the white cloth and saw that the person was indeed Song Qingshu. There were no weapons wounds or blood stains on his body.

Yu Lianzhou said coldly: "I received a heavy blow on my chest!"

As he spoke, Zhang Wuji had already unbuttoned Song Qingshu's chest clothes, only to see a large black bruise on his chest, which was obviously a result of a heavy hand.

Zhang Wuji touched Song Qingshu's chest and back with both hands and whispered: "This technique is extremely fierce. It broke Senior Brother Song's sternum and front and rear ribs. This person's deep internal strength and high martial arts skills are truly rare."

Yang Xiao was well-informed and said: "The fierce martial arts in today's martial arts are led by Shaolin. Two of the four great Shaolin monks have passed away. However, this person's skill is so deep that even the monks Kong Wen and Kong Zhi may not be able to match it. What's more, Don’t talk about other eminent monks of the Kongzi generation!
As for the Beggar Clan's Hong Qigong, the old man's martial arts are extremely fierce, and he becomes stronger when he encounters a strong one. This is also known to the world. "

These words are indeed very objective. Everyone is a martial arts expert and knows that this is a consensus. It is just that Yang Xiao said it in a vague way and did not directly state that the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" are also very powerful.

But this also made everyone look at Zhuo Lingfeng. Even Zhangbo Longtou felt that this kind of technique was probably the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of his own, and the only one whose skills could surpass the Shaolin monks was Zhuo Lingfeng. .

Zhuo Lingfeng had never used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms before, and he didn't know what it would be like to kill someone. Although he almost said he was the murderer when he saw everyone's reaction, it was indeed excusable, so he showed a smile. He said slowly: "You are so angry, do you think I killed Mr. Song?" He looked very kind.

Song Yuanqiao didn't speak until he came in. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "Gang Leader Zhuo underestimated our brothers. Of course, the person who killed Qing Shu was not you, but it was your good wife. You said, we Should I look for you?" At this point, my eyes and nose were sore and my eyes were red.

Zhuo Lingfeng and Zhao Min were naturally shocked.

Zhao Min turned red with anger and raised his voice: "Song Yuanqiao, do you dare to spit on someone?"

"You are presumptuous!"

Mo Shenggu's thick eyebrows were raised, and there was a surge of anger on his face. He was impatient and rushed to Zhao Min's side. His five fingers were like hooks and he grabbed her shoulder with a squeaking sound.

Zhao Min was not afraid at all, but a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "They are all ignorant idiots."

Mo Shenggu was certain in his heart that the murder of his nephew by someone in your palace must have been the result of Zhao Min's order.

Unexpectedly, not only did she act like it had nothing to do with her, she also dared to call senior brother by his first name. This was really intolerable!
Unfortunately, a green shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and a sharp and frightening wind hit his "Yanggu" point directly.

It turned out that in this flash of lightning, Zhuo Lingfeng stood in front of Zhao Min like a ghost, and at the same time, his arms and wrists turned up slightly.

Just as the sleeves were being lifted up, there was only a slight sound of wind, and the corners of the sleeves had brushed up to Mo Shenggu's wrists.

Mo Shenggu suddenly felt a hot force pouring into his wrist, and his arms were like fire. He took a deep breath and stepped out more than ten feet away.

The movements of Zhuo Lingfeng and Mo Shenggu were both faster than lightning. All the experts in the field were shocked and dazzled. Seeing Zhuo Lingfeng lowering his arms and sleeves, they all frowned and looked at Mo Shenggu. .

It turned out that his right hand was visibly red and swollen. The people present were all top-notch masters. They couldn't help but feel horrified and thought to themselves: "Even if a person has profound skills and strong inner strength, he cannot defeat Mo Shenggu with just a flick of his sleeve." Such a master of both internal and external skills, but with such serious injuries, his stroke is definitely not an ordinary Liuyun Iron Sleeve Kung Fu."

Zhuo Lingfeng had a deep sense of self-cultivation and admired all the Wudang heroes as chivalrous heroes, so he always tolerated them. Unexpectedly, Mo Shenggu dared to attack Zhao Min in front of him. He really didn't take him seriously. He couldn't help but resort to the ancient tomb sect's method of using soft objects to convey force.

This also comes from Yang Guo's inheritance. Although he had never practiced the "Gloomy Ecstasy Palm" in the past, he had memorized its techniques.

Yang Guo had a broken arm, and the method of using long sleeves to perform magical arts was naturally very powerful, far beyond the "Flowing Cloud Iron Sleeves" kung fu in ordinary sects, so Zhuo Lingfeng naturally studied it.

Zhuo Lingfeng said angrily: "Mo Qixia, I respect you Wudang, but you don't want to use Zhuo as a decoration!"

Mo Shenggu held his right palm with his left hand and used his internal energy to neutralize the opponent's agitation.

Unexpectedly, that force was not only extremely hot, but also flexible and powerful. It was like a poisonous dragon and strange snake burrowing into his own meridians, and his true energy could not resolve it at all.

Only then did I know that Zhuo Lingfeng's skill had reached an unbelievable level. It should be the sublime realm where the master said that extreme softness leads to strength. Such masters were definitely not something they and their brothers could rival.

But Mo Shenggu has always dealt with things and people, so how could he be succumbed to the power? He rolled his tiger eyes and glared at Zhuo Lingfeng's face with hatred. He said without blinking, "You are very powerful in martial arts. Mo is not." Your opponent, but the affairs of the world cannot be justified, and if you protect the witch like this, you will definitely not be able to escape justice!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Lingfeng smiled coldly and said, "Where is your justice? Is it here?"

(End of this chapter)