Martial Myth System

"Eh!!! Let go!"

"I tell you! You'd better let me go before your Highness does anything real with you! "

"If you don't let go, believing or not, I will report to my Imperial Father and punish you nine tribes!"

"I'm serious...Eh! It hurts! It hurts!"

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Mo Zhonggan yelled all the way and was taken out of the Sword Suspension Department hall by Han Feng. Before going out, Mo Zhonggan looked at his four guards with a bullied cat and puppy expression, hoping Can be rescued...

However, the four Imperial Family guards who were entrusted by Jun Huaixu put on a look at the heart, pretending to hear nothing.

"Ming Fourteen! Ming Seventeen!"

Third Prince's voice gradually approaches wailing...

"Don’t be fourteen, seventeen Yes, you are now the youngest member of this Sword Suspension Department~There is no way out~"

Han Feng's actions are simple and straightforward, and he directly brought out the poor Third Prince.

When Han Feng was a young man in society, Han Feng had a wonderful experience for dealing with brat-fighting.

Smashed my figure-slapped, tore my novels-slapped, overturned my coffee table-spanked, yelled and beaten- Beat the brain directly.

Even if it’s okay, you can pull it over and clean up if you don’t look at it...

All brat with three wrong views, regardless of the law and of natural morality, summed up for one reason-the lack of social beatings.

Of course, Third Prince is a distinguished status, and of course Han Feng is impossible to apply his own logic directly to him. Otherwise, when this matter reaches the emperor’s ears, I guess it will be the next day. The left foot advanced to the gate of the Sword Suspension Department. The Imperial Court sent someone into the Heavenly Prison to count the mold...

Holding the Third Prince, regardless of his shouting along the way, Han Feng took him to the Sword Suspension Department. corner.

A wooden hut is silently seated here.

Three or two old men wearing gray robe carry a large broom in and out.

"Okay~ here~"

Han Feng loosened Mo Chuangan's ears and nodded with satisfaction.

Mo Jungan looked at the dusty scene here, filled with suspicion and doubts, these emotions overwhelmed the anger towards Han Feng, subconsciously asked:

"Where is this?"

Han Feng sorted out his clothes formally, and Xiang Mo Zhonggan solemnly introduced:

"Friend, you don’t know that Come on, this is the northern cleaning room of the Sword Suspension Department. It is important to keep the interior of the Sword Suspension Department clean as new~"

Although Mo Zhonggan is stubborn and difficult to tame, he is not stupid at all. Seeing the scene here, I have a foreboding about Han Feng's thoughts. I took a step back and looked at Han Feng guardedly:

"What do you want to do?"

" In my hometown, there is a punitive reform called labor reform. I have always believed in it.” Han Feng's palm exudes eight different colors, and a powerful aura continues to exude, “Sovereign Lord, please. Regarding the Third Prince, I want me to create a new and healthy personality for the Third Prince. I think labor reform is a very good way. Please sweep the land for two months first~"

"Just kidding, My Highness dignified the Third Prince of Liguo. How can the future Liwangye be sweeping the floor for you in your little Sword Suspension Department?" He fisted over.

This fist is magnificent and grand, with a hazy and illusory Scarlet Gold Dragon shadow, obviously not keeping his hands at all.

Mo is going to leave the country Third Prince anyway. No matter how stubborn it is, he has reached Grade 9 Peak under the accumulation of a lot of resources and martial arts. This fist is really going to be an ordinary In person, that is breathe one's last.

Passing by Han Feng, I really didn't intend to get used to him. He slowly raised his hand and transformed the eight-color Zhouliu True Qi, which casually stopped Mo Zhonggan's red gold boxing shadow.

Then eight True Qi chains of different colors said that the boy’s arms extended into his body, turning into an unbreakable True Qi chain that blocked Mo Zhonggan’s dantian.

Third Prince only feels that his internal breath is stagnant, and he has lost all his skills and martial arts...

"You, what did you do to me?"

Mo Zhonggan started to panic and stared at Han Feng angrily.

Han Feng shrugged his shoulders casually and said: "Third Prince is not bad in martial arts. If you don't temporarily seal your martial arts, how can you feel at ease and sweep the floor? You can rest assured, as long as you When will I be able to calmly sweep the entire Sword Suspension Department North yard, I will lift your seal right away~"

After that, Han Feng shouted to the wooden hut in front of him: "Uncle Zhang, come out soon Now, let’s see what good things I brought you~"

An old man wearing a gray robe hurriedly walked out of the room with a wooden broom and saw Han Feng smiled with pleats on his face.

"It turns out that you are here, the chief, what good stuff do you want to give to the old man?"

Han Feng pointed to Mo Zhonggan:

" Then, this little brother with well-shaped features and well-proportioned body, you can call him Xiao Mo. From now on, he will be your starter. You will take him to familiarize yourself with the sweeping process, and help him cultivate his body by the way~"

"It's not that I said, you really found the right person in charge, Old Zhang, when I was a guard, I was best at training people, the newcomers I brought... all of them are good guys~"

Uncle Zhang smiled gently.

"The relationship is good, I will leave it to you~ I will see him again~"

Han Feng nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left.

Mo Zhonggan watched Han Feng walk away, stared wide-eyed was about to catch up.

"Han Feng, you damned bastard, how dare you?"

However, before chasing it out, Mo Zhonggan was grabbed by Uncle Zhang on the shoulder.

Mo Jungan, whose skill is restricted, is in the hands of Uncle Zhang, the old river and lake, unable to move even a little bit.

"Eh~Xiaomo, how can you say that the master~"

Uncle Zhang earnest and well-meant advised.

"old bastard, what are you arguing about?"

Mo finally slapped Zhang with a backhand and wanted to slap Uncle Zhang on the face. The slap that lost Inner Strength couldn’t be hit at all. people.

Uncle Zhang saw that the child was very angry, and hit his forehead with a backhand, knocking him full of gold stars.

"You smelly brat, don't know how to respect the old man, it seems that I have to teach you a lesson!"

Speaking, Uncle Zhang dragged Mo Zhonggan away.

……

Han Feng returned to the lobby of the Sword Suspension Department again, Xu Can and Liu Minghua have not yet recovered from Han Feng's wave of operations.

Liu Minghua lightly patted Han Feng's shoulder and asked softly:

"Third Prince...how is it?"

"Who, four My friend, Third Prince, I’ve arranged it properly. You don’t need to follow him for the time being, just mobilize in the Sword Suspension Department~"

Han Feng waved to the four black robe guards first, and then watched. Xiang Liu Minghua,

"We don’t have to worry about the Third Prince's affairs. Let’s first think about how to deal with Feng Family~ If we can’t handle the full sky by ourselves, it’s okay if we can handle Feng Family~"

Xu Can frowned: "Feng Family is also the century-old Aristocratic Family of Yunchendu, and there is King Qi behind him. I am afraid it is not so easy to deal with, right?"

"Then don't worry ~" Han Feng grinned, "I have a bold plan~"