Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

Hundreds of cavalry came galloping over.

In addition to the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground, there was also the sound of a woman crying on the horse's back.

Mo Feng glanced over and saw that there were at least a dozen women tied up and thrown on the back of the horse like cargo.

Judging from the exposed side faces, they are all women with rather outstanding looks.

Those who were able to cry at this time were considered lucky. Some women had purple marks all over their bodies, and almost all their clothes fell off. No matter how bumpy the horse's back was, they were still leaning on the horse's back in a daze, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"It's so late at night that we let our brothers make this trip."

The fastest one among the cavalry arrived first.

He has big shoulders and a round waist, fierce tiger eyes, and a full beard that almost covers his face. The so-called natural fierce appearance is nothing more than this.

A pair of tiger eyes glanced at the three of them and cursed: "These three guys killed more than a dozen of our brothers?"

"These are not ordinary people. Nuo, have you seen the clothes on their bodies, Mo Zhe."

King Pingtian curled his lips, pointed at Mo Feng, and said.

Ink artists are usually easy to identify.

First of all, Mohists do not advocate pleasure. Just like Mozi at the time, even as a master, he also wore the simplest coarse linen clothes. This does not mean that the person wearing coarse linen clothes is a Mohist - but the one who holds a long sword still wears coarse linen clothes. , if you say it’s not true, few people will believe it.

Weapons are very expensive, much more expensive than clothes.

People who can use weapons should at worst wear a long gown, right?

The mud-legged man may not be able to use a weapon, and he may not be able to use a hoe but a sword.

In addition, you can also look at skin color, conversation and even martial arts.

Due to extreme self-suffering, the ink artist usually has a darker complexion, similar to an old farmer who works in the fields all day long.

Just like Mo Feng, he already has a wheat-yellow complexion at a young age. Brother Liu is a little darker than him, so it is not difficult to identify him.

"Are they those fools who are asking for trouble?"

The man on the horse jumped off the horse. His thick body was like a thick city wall. He glanced at Mo Feng and said, "Little guy, what are the benefits of being a Mo Feng? I think you are like this, Mao They should be all grown up, right? Have you ever tasted what it’s like to be a woman?”

As he spoke, he grabbed the unconscious woman's hair on the horse with one hand and pulled her off with a simple and rough movement.

"what!"

The woman woke up from the severe pain, and after a cry of pain, she fell off the horse.

"Noisy."

The majestic man slapped him, and his handsome face immediately swelled up.

The woman had almost no clothes on her body, her fair skin had a moist sheen even under the moonlight, her limbs were slender and soft, but there were quite a few blue and purple intertwinings.

"Boy, come here, grandpa is generous and will give you a woman to taste."

As he said that, the stout man threw the woman in front of Mo Feng like a sack, "This is a young lady from a wealthy family. Most people rarely see her in person, and the brothers didn't play for long. But I have to go down. A few of them, aren’t they the brothers who died with us?”

Mo Feng's face was dark and deep.

Looking at the woman falling in front of him, he took a deep breath, took off his shirt, and put it on her.

It would be too ridiculous to talk about Mohist morality with these beasts.

In addition to universal love and non-aggression, the Mohists also have the will of heaven.

Mo Feng slowly raised the sword in his hand, his eyes becoming calmer.

If one more of these people dies in his hands, many fewer people will be harmed by them in the future.

However, before he could raise his sword, a hand grabbed him.

Wei Chuanming walked up to him at some point and stopped Mo Feng who was about to take action. At this time, he greeted him with a smile: "May I ask who you are?"

"There is no need for a dead person to know grandpa's name. Why, do you also want a girl to taste it?"

The stocky man mocked.

"No, no, no, it's just that I've heard of King Pingtian a long time ago. Maybe there's some misunderstanding about what happened today. To be honest, I'm not a Mohist. It's a coincidence that I'm in the same room with these two people. I believe it. You all have discerning eyes and can tell the difference between me and them at a glance."

Wei Chuanming said very quickly.

At this time, the cavalry had surrounded them like buckets. It would be an exaggeration to say that the water was suffocating.

King Pingtian is not in a hurry. There is no village in front of it or any store in the back. Within a radius of dozens of miles, it is his territory, and it is impossible to create extraneous problems.

I have heard the name of Mo Zhe a lot, so playing with them is a good pastime.

"Oh? What's the difference?"

King Pingtian asked.

"We only admire heroes! Those who drink a lot of wine, eat a lot of meat, play with the most beautiful women, and steal the most expensive treasures!"

Wei Chuanming patted his chest and walked forward. He was unarmed and raised his palms high to indicate that he did not have any weapons in his hands. He walked towards King Pingtian alone, "I am not the same person as them."

"I'm quite brave."

King Pingtian nodded with satisfaction, and then kicked Wei Chuanming in the chest.

Suddenly, Wei Chuanming's body rolled on the ground several times, and he couldn't help spitting out blood. His five internal organs were in severe pain, and his whole body was almost torn apart.

But in the midst of this life-threatening pain, the blood energy that had fallen silent rose slightly for a moment, preventing him from passing out directly.

King Pingtian looked at Wei Chuanming who was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a while, and laughed and said: "Of course my brothers can drink a lot of wine and eat meat, play with the most beautiful women, and grab the most expensive treasures. But who do you think you are?" , also want to go with us?"

"Hahahahaha."

Laughter came from all around, laughing at his overestimation.

Changing sides in the face of battle also depends on identity, status, and strength. Obviously, in the face of such an absolute power gap, surrendering is a joke and purely depends on the other party's mood.

Wei Chuanming, who was lying on the ground, looked at King Pingtian with a faint look. There was no anger or resentment on his face, but only a cold look.

That kind of look made King Pingtian very unhappy.

"First chop off his head and use the skull as a wine cup to offer wine to the dead brothers."

King Pingtian waved his hand, too lazy to continue having fun.

"Protect Uncle Wei."

However, before King Pingtian's men could take action, Mo Feng was the first to charge forward.

At this moment, the aura on his body surged, which was imitating the master's secret method of burning flesh and blood - and the activation of the secret method took time.

During this time, Wei Chuanming stepped up.When the soles of his feet hit the ground, Mo Feng's figure rushed forward like an arrow from the string, but the target was not King Pingtian, but the sturdy man who dismounted first.

Faced with Mo Feng's choice, the sturdy man laughed loudly and was about to chop down the mountain ax in his hand.

However, at the moment when the mountain-breaking ax was about to fall, Mo Feng's already fast speed increased again. The long sword in his hand was like an inverted moon hook, bringing up a silhouette in the darkness and gliding over lightly.

A big good head then flew up.

One hit kill!
The first kill was so straightforward, but Mo Feng didn't stop at all. While moving on the soles of his feet, he picked up the mountain-breaking ax that had not yet landed and threw it casually. The fierce wind howled in the night and immediately knocked a man off his horse. Down, there was no sound.

Simply, neatly.

These years, he has not grown in vain.

In addition to growing a lot in height, his martial arts skills have also improved greatly.

Although Wei Chuanming had no achievements in martial arts, his sharp eyesight and his insights into martial arts also benefited him a lot, which was truly extraordinary.

Those calls of Uncle Wei were not in vain!

It would be great if the words could be spoken more pleasantly.

After being personally trained for more than ten years, it is no exaggeration to say that Mo Feng's knowledge in martial arts is no less than that of ordinary masters, and he has gained a lot of practical experience over the years.

Wei Chuanming, who had lost his martial arts training, did not hesitate to donate his knowledge of martial arts to him. After all, it was really difficult for an ordinary person to survive in such troubled times.

Although he didn't explicitly mention the matter of finding a successor, Mo Feng really taught him step by step.

At this time, he suddenly took action and made great achievements immediately.

However, King Pingtian was not a fool after all.

"How brave! Come together!"

With an angry shout, King Ping Tian rushed forward. Although he was not a master, he was accomplished in practicing Zang. Although he was not a master in Zang training, he was still much better than ordinary warriors.

What's more, they have a large number of people, only three of them, how can they be their opponents?

The best situation at this time is of course to retreat while fighting. Unfortunately, Wei Chuanming was seriously injured and they had no room to retreat.

Mo Feng's eyes were as cold as frost and snow, and he faced King Pingtian alone. He said nothing during the battle, and his energy and blood were mobilized to the extreme.

Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. If you can kill King Pingtian quickly, you can't say that this group of people will be demoralized. They are just a mob gathered for financial gain. As long as they are scared out of their wits, there is no chance!
The sword's light shone brightly under the moonlight, but as soon as it collided with the sword in King Pingtian's hand, it made a tooth-breaking sound, a gap appeared, and the sword almost broke.

Mo Feng seemed to have had a warning and was not surprised at all. Even under the sudden force again, the long sword that was already in pieces was finally broken under the load.

King Pingtian's sword was still slashing at him. Mo Feng only took a step to the left, broke the sword in his hand and threw it at King Pingtian!
The wind roared, and King Pingtian frowned, and could only dodge in a panic. It was really not worth it to trade injuries for injuries.

But his avoidance played into Mo Feng's hands.

In this extremely short opportunity, Mo Feng touched his waist, and several sharp pebbles flew away like arrows, with several silver needles mixed in between!
But this time, King Pingtian was finally unable to dodge and could only slightly dodge the hidden weapon aimed at his head. The rest was entirely up to fate.

Unfortunately, his fate is not very good.

Several small silver needles were injected into the body without any accident, and a severe numbness enveloped him.

poisonous!

"mean!"

King Pingtian cursed angrily.

I thought we were extremely vicious by robbing homes and robbing good women, but I never thought that this bushy-eyed Mohist would also engage in such despicable methods!
"Haha, it's despicable to have no means to deal with people like you."

Mo Feng sneered.

He couldn't help but think of Uncle Wei's warning to him back then.

'The identity of the Mohist is a good cover.The Mohist School has an excellent reputation, is upright and upright, has a high level of righteousness, and is known by everyone for its words of universal love and non-aggression.As an ink artist, it is easy for people to associate with the quality.

You have to remember that reputation is also a weapon.Since you have the identity of a Mohist, you must make good use of this identity.On weekdays, you are open and close, but when it comes to life and death, when your life is at stake, you must know how to use "unexpected moves" to catch you by surprise!In this way, the chances of winning are greatly increased! '

Unpredictable, unprepared!
The identity of Mohist represents what many people think of as "hardship" and "nobleness", and even "fool" doesn't matter.

The important thing is that the identity of the ink will leave a deep enough impression on people.

Under this stereotype, many people find it difficult to imagine that Mohists would also engage in dirty tricks.

For example, a superb hidden weapon.

The sword in his hand is just a sign when he goes out, something to attract attention.

After the long sword breaks and is thrown, it will inevitably make the enemy careless for a moment.

Then he won by surprise!

This is Wei Chuan's tailor-made fighting style for Mo Zhe.

If it doesn't have the name of Mo Zhe, it may not be so useful.

Mo Feng once asked Wei Chuanming that once this trick was known to others, not only would they be more wary of the Mo people, but they would even be suspected of smearing the Mo family.

In response, Wei Chuanming's answer was: Are you stupid?If you kill everyone you see, there will be no one left to know!The reason why the Mohist family is declining day by day is because their brains cannot turn around!Mozi said that love should be universal but not offensive, but he did not say that there should be any morality when dealing with the enemies of the Mohist family!Righteousness versus unrighteousness, only focus on the results and not the process!
Anyway, this trick can only be used on enemies. Dead enemies are good enemies. Dead people cannot speak.

Mo Feng felt that what Uncle Wei said made sense.

And this trick is really easy to use. It’s no exaggeration to say that it works every time.

Anyone who was defeated by this move would have an expression like "I never expected that the Mo family would have a traitor like you."

To this day, no news has leaked out yet.

"King Pingtian is dead! If you dismount and accept the surrender, you can still save a life. If you still dare to resist, don't blame my men for being ruthless!"

It sounds slow, but in fact, from the moment Mo Feng started to attack, to King Pingtian being attacked, it only took a few moves.

His speed was so fast that he unleashed all his killing moves in a very short period of time without holding anything back.

If you don't move, you will be fine, if you move like a thunder!
"Fuck your mother, I"

Although King Pingtian was hit, he was still alive. How could he endure Mo Feng's nonsense, but before he could finish his words, a sharp iron ball came towards his head.

The numb body finally had no way to escape, like a short burst of fireworks.

Attracted by Mo Feng's voice, many of King Pingtian's men looked over and saw their boss killed by a headshot.

"In the name of Mo Zhe, I will say it again. If you dismount and accept the surrender, you can still save your life. If you dare to resist or flee, you might as well think about the fate of King Pingtian. Is your strength comparable to King Pingtian?"

Mo Feng stood there, showing the demeanor of a strong man even though he was unarmed.

He was clearly surrounded, but it was as if he alone surrounded everyone, confident and flamboyant.

I will protect the honor of the Mo family!
These people must die! (End of chapter)