"Xiaobai, you can go down and teach those two people some lessons later. Just be seriously injured, don't kill them." Chu Yun ordered Xiaobai with a smirk.

Xiaobai's brain was a little arrogant and full of confidence.

With Xiaobai's current ground combat power, he is even half stronger than Xiaojin, the golden eagle. Even if he has just advanced to the early stage of the Three Flower Realm, it is hard to say who wins and loses when he confronts Xiaobai.

Next, Chu Yun asked the golden eagle to fly forward for a while, then found a place where no one was there to put Xiaobai down.

Seeing Xiaobai disappearing into the bushes, Chu Yun couldn't help but smile proudly.

Then Mr. Mo Yan is not good at provoking him, so he insists on provoking him. It would be fine if he failed once, but he still didn't give up. If he didn't teach them a lesson, he would really think that he was easy to bully.

Chu Yun made the golden eagle fly to the sky for his evil taste and came to watch it on site.

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On the official road, the two of them rode their divine horses by, and they were the two young masters Mo Yan who were catching up with along the way.

"Uncle San, my nephew thinks we should chase after him directly. That boy was too arrogant and humiliated me in the street and didn't take Fengyun Villa seriously at all." Mr. Mo Yan said while galloping.

The middle-aged man following him looked cold and said, "No, no, no, we don't even understand the other person's background now. Wouldn't we go up rashly and die? Even if the other person doesn't kill us, there will be some humiliation. When I set off, I have already sent a message to your father. According to the elder brother's wishes, we just follow each other from afar, and then find a way to figure out the other person's background. Then wait for an opportunity to act. If you want to do anything, don't blame Uncle San, I'll send you back to the villa."

Mr. Mo Yan's mouth moved. He originally wanted to argue a few words, but under the sharp gaze of the middle-aged man, he had to hold back.

After a while, Mr. Mo Yan said, "Uncle San, if we confirm that the other party is not strong at that time, Uncle San, you have to agree to your nephew and let your nephew teach that guy a good lesson."

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Not any cat or dog can insult Fengyun Villa's reputation easily. If the other party does not have the corresponding identity and strength, the final result can only be to wash the reputation of the villa with blood."

Mr. Mo Yan was slightly surprised. Fengyun Villa is one of the eight major families in the world and a famous sect. Although he said he wanted to kill Yu'er before, he actually did not have much intention of killing. At most, he was harsh words that he said in anger.

But now the meaning of my third uncle's words is very clear. If the other party does not have stronger strength than Fengyun Villa, he may turn into powder under Fengyun Villa's anger.

"Uncle San, isn't this good? Many people saw the conflict between my nephew and those people, especially Fairy Qingjun, who even took all this into consideration. If those people were killed, someone would immediately suspect us, which would be a bit unfavorable to Fengyun Villa's reputation." Mr. Mo Yan said.

Uncle San said coldly: "Xiaoyan, you are still too kind. It is true that we righteous people value chivalrous and righteousness. But if we are bullied by others, don't we fight back? This is not limited by the morality of the martial arts world. We just want to make people know that the reputation of Fengyun Villa cannot be humiliated. Anyone who dares to do something that damages Fengyun Villa's reputation will definitely bear the corresponding price."

However, before he finished speaking, a white light flashed from front of them, and then he felt the war horse tremble under his crotch, and then the center of gravity fell sharply, and the war horse fell to the ground.

Just as Mo Yan was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly felt a pain in his buttocks. It felt like he was stabbed by a sharp sword, and then he fainted, like a pile of rotten flesh falling to the ground.

Uncle San jumped into the air and happened to see a white shadow flashing through Mr. Mo Yan's back, and then Mr. Mo Yan fell to the ground.

This change scared the third uncle to death. He thought that his nephew had been killed and was immediately shattered. Not to mention his relationship with his nephew, but just talking about Mo Yan's status in Fengyun Villa, after his old man learned about this, he would inevitably have various punishments.

"Damn beast!" Uncle San also realized at this time that it should be a kind of strange beast, but what kind of strange beast it was, it was because the other party was too fast and could not see clearly.

After Xiaobai took care of Mr. Mo Yan, he focused on this third uncle. Xiaobai did not intend to make the other party relaxed when he dared to call him a beast. Although he was originally a beast, it was wrong to scold him.

The white shadow suddenly attacked Uncle San, and my sharp claws swung over him.

"Cangzi..." Uncle San unsheathed his long sword and slashed directly at Xiaobai.

Uncle San was a little hesitant at this moment. After all, this was a rare rare beast. Judging from the strength shown by the other party, he was probably not weaker than him. If he could capture this guy, it would definitely be a great help to him.

However, it is precisely because this strange beast is too strong that Uncle San dared not make such a decision. If he really showed mercy, he would not have captured this strange beast by himself, but was killed by the strange beast.

Seeing that the long sword was about to slash Xiaobai's head, Xiaobai saw his claws swaying, and a crisp sound was heard. Uncle San suddenly felt a lighter in his hand.

"Not good!" Uncle San was filled with shock, and then he saw the white light waving towards his chest.

Uncle San didn't dare to hesitate, and his internal strength changed and his body quickly retreated.

However, his retreating speed was not as fast as that of the white shadow. His intuition felt that his chest was cold, followed by a scorching pain.

A blood mark about one foot long and one finger deep appeared on the chest, and blood dripped down the clothes.

"You... deserve to die!" Uncle San glanced at the broken sword in his hand and sensed the injury in his chest. Fortunately, it was just on his skin and no muscles were damaged.

Xiaobai succeeded with one blow, and his figure flashed again. If it were another direction, he would attack again.

Although Uncle San only had a broken sword left in his hand, he knew very well that this low-grade treasure soldier could not resist the sharpness of the opponent's minions, and even more so with his flesh palm.

This time, Uncle San was prepared and did not use sword blade to confront Xiaobai at all. He completely entangled with him in the form of fighting.

His idea is good. If he faces an opponent with an equal strength as his, this method can at least protect his weapons and prevent him from losing in a short period of time. But now he is facing Xiaobai, who is much stronger than him, and the ending is already destined from the beginning.

After a few breaths, Uncle San also fell to the ground. He was much more miserable than Mr. Mo Yan. His clothes were pulled into beggar's outfit, and his whole body was nowhere to be seen with ten deep bone scars.

Although the injury was very serious, he did not faint like Mr. Mo Yan.

In fact, at this time, Uncle San hoped that he could faint because he felt a steaming liquid pouring down from his head. The strong smell of urine could already explain what this was.

But because he was too seriously injured now, it was difficult to even touch his head, let alone resisting. He couldn't even turn his head and see what was peeing on his head.

Everything here returns to peace again.

Two horse corpses were lying quietly on the ground, blood flowing out of their necks, obviously not long after they died. Mr. Mo Yan lay on the ground like this, with a bloody hole on each side of his buttocks, which was made by Xiaobai just now.

After a while, Mr. Mo Yan's brain fainting caused by severe pain finally relieved and woke up.

"Hiss..." The pain in his buttocks made him gasp and almost fainted again.

Fortunately, his willpower was quite strong, so he held on. At this time, he turned to check the surrounding situation and found a bloody figure lying dozens of meters away from him.

"Uncle San..." Mr. Mo Yan limped towards the other side, with a hint of panic in his eyes. Just as Uncle San was worried that he would be punished when he saw him die, he was also worried that Uncle San would die, and that he would also be punished extremely seriously.

What's more, the reason why Uncle San acted with him this time was entirely his own reason. From a rational point of view, this matter was caused by himself. If he hadn't wanted to show off his favor in front of Fairy Qingjun, he wouldn't have made this place now.

As for what attacks them this time, Mr. Mo Yan was still confused.

This was a bit bizarre. From the injuries on his butt and the huge scars on the necks of the two horses, it can be judged that this was scratched by some kind of sharp weapon.

But how did the weapon come from?

Finally, Mr. Mo Yan moved to Uncle San with difficulty, explored his breath, and found that the other party's breath still existed, so he finally let go of a lot in his heart.

"What... what smell?" Mr. Mo Yan felt a pungent stench enter his nostrils, almost making him faint.

Of course, Mr. Mo Yan couldn't let Uncle San ignore this stench. After taking a few pills of healing the wound, Uncle San finally woke up slowly.

But his eyes were dull at this moment, and he was obviously too stimulating.

"What is that...what is it..." Uncle San murmured, as if asking Mr. Mo Yan, and seemed to be asking himself.

However, neither himself nor Mr. Mo Yan could give him an answer.

After a while, Uncle San's mind became clearer. Seeing Mr. Mo Yan standing in front of him, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. This may be a great blessing in disgrace, at least Mo Yan was not dead.

But the next second, Uncle San's anger rose. He didn't think that he and the other two would be attacked for no reason. Such rare birds and strange beasts were extremely rare. If they were born and raised, they would definitely not be able to come to attack him. The only explanation was that someone instructed him later.

I haven't been in the world for more than ten years. The other party attacked me, and it was very likely that Mo Yan was because of Mo Yan.

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Chapter completed!