Security followed behind Mo Xing dejectedly, still holding a wine bottle in his hand, sipping wine and muttering in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just a B-level superpower, but in exchange for me -

—Free treatment from a dignified miraculous doctor. I’ll pay for it..."

Seeing that he was as safe as the resentful woman next to him, Monkey said disdainfully: "What else do you have to say? You can't beat a B-level superpower, so you still let me take action. Isn't it embarrassing?"

An Ping An glared at the monkey, gritted his teeth and said: "You brat, stop talking if you don't want to suffer back pain. That's a voice-controlled superpower. Even if it's B level, it's not something ordinary people can bear. By the way,

What level does your kid's superpower reach? How can it be okay?" As he said that, he looked up and down at the monkey in confusion.

Monkey chuckled, folded his hands on his chest, and raised his head and said: "I can't help it, who made me so talented? I still don't pay attention to a B-level superpower. Huh, no matter how awesome you are, you will still be taken care of by me."

Knocked into an idiot."

"Just blow it." An An snorted, looked at Mo Xing who was walking in front, and asked: "Boy Mo, are you the one who caused this secretly?" Knowing Mo Xing's age, coupled with the resentment in his heart,

, Safe directly called Mo Xing boy.

Mo Xing did not get angry and said with a smile: "He is my younger brother. As a big brother, of course I have to help my younger brother."

"Asshole, then why don't you help me?" An'an said bitterly.

"I helped, why didn't you help?" Mo Xing turned around and walked backwards, "Didn't Monkey and I help you beat up those little ruffians? Oh, you don't have to worry too much about it. It's just a trivial matter.

It’s not worth mentioning. But I see that you are an honest person, and you will feel bad if I don’t let you repay me. So, just help me save that person, and it will be considered as repayment.”

Looking at the mean smile on Mo Xing's face, An An was breathing heavily. After a long time, he suddenly sneered and said: "You idiot, you didn't let me save you but went to save others. Boy, if this trend continues,

Your deadline will arrive sooner or later."

"My life is no longer my own." Mo Xing shrugged and said nonchalantly.

The three of them walked along Chinatown and arrived at the entrance of Wang's martial arts gym. Looking from a distance, they saw hundreds of people surrounding the military attache's entrance. They were all holding sticks and knives and staring at the disciples in white guarding the door with unkind expressions.

Mo Xing frowned slightly and lowered his voice: "You two stay here for now, and I'll go over and take a look. If something unexpected happens, you two just need to protect yourselves."

Monkey nodded, and Safe said: "Don't worry, I will definitely not save you if you die."

Mo Xing smiled: "Maybe I can bring you some big business."

The people surrounding the martial arts gym were wearing various tights with the words "xx Martial Arts Gym" printed on the backs. They seemed to be from different martial arts gyms. Mo Xing walked to the back of the crowd and squeezed in. Others immediately turned their heads.

, said dissatisfied: "Boy, why are you so anxious? The masters haven't spoken yet. When they do, we will take care of them."

Mo Xing nodded, walked a few steps to the side, and suddenly blew cool air on the neck of the person in front of him. Seeing goosebumps rising on the person's neck, he turned around before he could speak. Mo Xing said hurriedly:

"Look, your money fell on the floor."

The man hurriedly lowered his head to check and looked at the ground carefully. So Mo Xing easily squeezed him away, and then blew on the person in front of him...

So he kept repeating, and when Mo Xing was about to squeeze out of the crowd, dozens of people were all bent over, groping for something on the ground.

The disciples of the Wang Family Martial Arts School recognized Mo Xing with keen eyesight, and they were immediately overjoyed. They discussed with each other for a few words, and when Mo Xing came over, the eldest disciple Li Xing hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Mr. Mo, you are here."

Mo Xing nodded and whispered: "What's going on with these fools surrounding you?"

Li Xing smiled bitterly and said: "They are disciples from six other martial arts schools. Because Zhao Hu was seriously injured, they formed an alliance and came to investigate."

"Initiate an army to investigate the crime? Victory or failure depends on people, life or death depends on heaven. If you are not good at martial arts, death will be considered unlucky." Mo Xing sneered, pushed open the door of the martial arts hall and walked in.

A new Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea screen was installed at the door on the first floor. I heard the sound of the door. Someone inside said impatiently: "Who is it? Didn't you say that no one is allowed to come in without our order?"

Mo Xing slowly walked around the screen, looked at the people sitting inside, and smiled: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know there was such an order. But even if there was such an order, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to it."

**The owner was sitting at the top, holding a teacup in his hand, with a grim expression. Sitting below him were six men, the youngest of whom looked to be in his forties. He was looking at Mo Xing who walked in with some surprise.

.

When he saw Mo Xing coming in, his face changed, and he secretly complained in his heart. Before he could start, an old man in a black Tang suit, holding a dragon-headed cane, blew his beard and said quietly: "Who is coming?

He is young and has an arrogant tone, he is really neither big nor young."

Mo Xing glanced at the old man and said coldly: "Excuse me, may I ask your surname?"

"I am the master of the Mantis Boxing Martial Arts School, Xingyi." The old man paused his crutch and said in a deep voice.

Mo Xing looked around and said, "So these are also the masters of various martial arts gyms?"

A middle-aged man sneered: "That's right. Boy, could it be that... you are the one who defeated Master Zhao yesterday?"

Seeing Mo Xing nodding, the gym owners laughed at the same time. Xingyi stroked his crutch and said with a smile: "I still imagined how powerful the person who defeated Zhao Hu was. Unexpectedly, he was just a moron.

Just a kid."

Mo Xing grinned, revealing a row of dice-like teeth: "Yes, I am just a young boy. However, I am still very strong when I wake up every morning. I don't know that an old guy like you can still do this.

What?"

Everyone's expressions changed. For a moment, several other museum owners patted their seats and laughed wildly. Xingyi's old face had turned purple, and he pointed at Mo Xing with a trembling crutch in his hand, gritting his teeth and said: "Little...

.Boy, I don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is high, but I can be so presumptuous. I...If I don’t teach you a lesson today, then...just..."

Seeing Xingyi panting heavily, as if he was about to belch even if he couldn't take a breath. Mo Xing touched his nose and said with a smile: "Old man, I know you are very powerful now, right?

Don't be so angry just because of these few words. The older you get, the clearer you see things. I think you are just an old fool? Have you spent your life doing something wrong?

?”

"Whoa, ah, ah... boy, take your life." Xingyi almost spit out a mouthful of blood, jumped up suddenly, and with a whistling sound, Xingyi pointed at Mo Xing's throat with the dragon-headed crutch in his hand.

Mo Xing didn't even look at it, he just pointed his finger towards it. Hearing a few "clicks", the crutch suddenly exploded into countless fragments. A cold light flashed from the fragments and pierced Mo Xing's heart.

"Is there a sword hidden in it?" Mo Xing was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dodge and flicked it with his backhand. Xingyi felt a strong force coming from him, and he couldn't hold it anymore. The sword buzzed and hit the screen.

Xingyi staggered back a step, feeling his trembling right hand. Looking at Mo Xing, who looked indifferent, he opened his mouth and was speechless. The expressions of several other museum owners also changed, and their eyes suddenly changed when they looked at Mo Xing.

It's different.

This Xingyi's martial arts is quite good, at least the few people here can't tell the winner within a hundred moves. But Mo Xing actually flicked his fingers twice and easily knocked away the weapon in Xingyi's hand.

What's more, his secret weapon, the sword in the staff, was revealed for the first time today.

"Your Excellency is really good at martial arts." After half a day, a middle-aged man in a suit stood up slowly, stared at Mo Xing and said grimly: "Sure enough, heroes have been born since ancient times. No wonder that guy Zhao Hu was defeated by you.

In my hands. The owner of the Giant Eagle Martial Arts School, Shang Changfeng, would like to discuss something with you."

Looking at Shang Changfeng's hands with protruding veins, Mo Xing smiled slightly, stretched out his hands and said, "Okay, please."

The two of them were about to fight again. ** gently clapped his palms and looked at Mo Xing with some embarrassment. After a while, he stood up and sighed: "Everyone, please listen to what I have to say. Next week, Wang

The martial arts school will be closed down."

Everyone was stunned, and after a moment Mo Xing said in a deep voice: "Mr. Wang, why?"

"Oh, Brother Mo. My father is getting older every day, and his biggest wish now is to go to China before he dies. Therefore, in order to fulfill the old man's last wish, I will close the martial arts gym and move my family to China."

**said slowly.

The expressions of the other gym owners were changing constantly, and they were exchanging glances with each other. They came today, nominally for Zhao Hu and martial arts morality. In fact, they wanted to force the king away and squeeze out a strong competitor. But now*

*Already planning to close down the business, it seems a bit unreasonable for me to still stay here.

Mo Xing narrowed his eyes and said, "Mr. Wang, can I ask, is this your personal intention or your father's plan?"

** said: "My father is seriously ill and is in a state of confusion. Apart from occasionally muttering, he has no communication with the outside world. It is my personal intention to close the martial arts gym."

"This martial arts school opened by your father has taken a lot of effort to reach such a scale. You can close it as you please. Is it worthy of your father's hard work and worthy of the disciples standing outside the door?" Mo Xing suddenly became angry, not only clenched his fists, but also gritted his teeth and said

.

**'s face was livid, and he frowned and said: "Mr. Mo, this is our private matter, you don't need to interfere." He pressed Mo Xing's eyes for a moment, and whispered: "Don't forget, we are not friends."

"I don't care what your Excellency thinks of me. But for such an important matter, you should at least ask the old man." Mo Xing said, not caring about the murderous intent in his eyes.

"I said, my father has..." Before ** could finish, Mo Xing waved his hand and interrupted: "I know what you want to say. But what if I can restore your father's sanity?"

"What?" Not only **, but several other gym owners were also surprised. Wang Shi, the founder of Wang's martial arts academy, was not even a little bit better in martial arts than his son **. Ten years ago, when Wang Shi was still alive,

Other martial arts schools dared to say no. It was after Wang Shi fell ill that countless challengers appeared, with the purpose of forcing Wang Shi's family away.

Xingyi sat down and sneered: "Boy, Mr. Wang has been ill for ten years. During this period, he has not been seen by any doctor and has not improved at all. If you are talking nonsense now, you must have other motives."

Several other museum owners nodded one after another, and somehow they all unanimously concluded that Mo Xing had no good intentions, and suggested to the boss that this liar should be kicked out as soon as possible.

For a moment, the six museum owners seemed to be on the side of Japan.

Seeing **'s gloomy and uncertain expression, Mo Xing shrugged and suddenly reached out to Xingyi, who was sitting closest to him, and grabbed him.
Chapter completed!