Chapter 177 Hutong

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"Brother Mo, anyway, I still want to thank you." Walking on the street, speechless all the way, Feng Yong said.

Indeed, Feng Yong, who didn't know it, was still very unbalanced when he heard that he was going to be Mo Xu's follower, but after he really did it, he knew the benefits. For the simplest example, Mo Xu can enter the Holy Land twice at each level. As a follower of an official disciple, he can even go to the Holy Land for a few times to understand.

This kind of opportunity can't be bought even by a daughter. Based on this alone, Feng Yong's identity is no worse than that of a disciple of Ba Daomen or Lingjianmen.

Mo Xu smiled and didn't say anything. What he cared most about was Feng Yong, which was affectionate. He would rather waste his spiritual power to let Feng Wu escape. When he saved him, he would give himself a space ring. If Feng Wu hadn't stopped him, Feng Yong was afraid that he would really risk the things he stole to send to himself. .

The two walked on the central market and looked at the passers-by. Mo Xu's heart was also open-minded. After two months of boredom, in addition to practicing every day, how can it be so good now?

As he walked, Mo Xu unconsciously went to a small alley, which was also strange. A strong man stood there with a sign in his hand, which said that most of them were job hunting and so on.

"A three-level martial artist is strong and can do hard work. He only needs 100 gem coins a day."

"The seven-level martial artist, whose strength is not bad, has killed a second-class warcraft, and now he wants a mercenary regiment to be stable."

... Such information is all over the alley. Mo Xu couldn't help shaking his head. Whether it is the earth in the previous life or this life, there are too many such things. Everyone has their own difficulties, supporting their family and working hard for money.

Of course, this is also a place where many people who want to join the sect are looking for jobs. Many foreign disciples came here. Because of their poor strength or talent, the first-level forces of Ba Daomen Dust Sword Gate Blue Star Gate looked down on him, so they were here, hoping that other forces would like him and then take him back.

Mo Xu shook his head: "Feng Yong, let's go. There is nothing to see here."

Feng Yong nodded. At this moment, Mo Xu's eyes suddenly turned to a corner. In the corner, there was a teenager standing. The teenager held a sign with a line of vigorous fonts written on the sign: "Level 6, once a disciple of the knife sect, and now he is looking for a wish to join the sect."

At this time, the teenager holding the sign also looked over and looked at Mo Xu. Feng Yong, standing next to Mo Xu, also found it and turned his eyes away. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then quickly shouted, "Feng Wu!"

That's right. It's not Feng Wu who joined the sect with a sign.

With that, Feng Yong immediately ran over, with indescribable feelings in his eyes. Originally, he was also a talented teenager in Zuilangmen, but when he came into contact with Feng Wu, he listened to Feng Wu's slander and stole a fourth-level elixir and many third-level elixir from the pharmacy, so he had to escape from Zuilangmen and came to Yufeng City to seek the sect to join. But then, when he met the people of Qingfengmen on the road, he had to burn his spiritual power, which damaged Dantian and couldn't even join the sect.

At this time, Feng Wu betrayed himself, took his space ring, and even shouted that he would hit people. He was almost caught by the people who dominated the knife door... These things happened made Feng Yong feel indescribable. Now he saw Feng Wu and practiced together to escape together. Li Zuilangmen, all kinds of scenes emerged.

Mo Xu also followed. Naturally, he knew what Feng Wu had done along the way, and he really didn't have any good impression on Feng Wu.

Feng Wu looked at Feng Yong, then at Mo Xu next to him, and immediately lowered his head and walked into the alley.

"Feng Wu." Feng Yong pressed Feng Wu's shoulder with his big hand and said bitterly, "How are you doing?"

"I was expelled by the knife door." Feng Wu said with a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth.

Hearing Feng Wu's words, Feng Yong broke his mouth and made his debut: "Don't you have so many elixirs? How can you be expelled?"

From the bottom of his heart, Feng Yong still has a certain old feelings for Feng Wu.

"For the first time, I did rely on the elixir baby to join the knife door, but later, after the power test, my strength failed, so I was expelled." Feng Wu said, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. He looked at Feng Yong and hummed, "Brother Feng Yong is not much better than me. His spiritual power is burning. Which sect is willing to want a waste?"

In Feng Wu's view, Feng Yong appeared at this time and came to fall into the well. Naturally, he wanted to return his teeth. Didn't you laugh at me for being expelled from the knife door? You are still a waste with burning spiritual power.

"You..." Feng Yong's face suddenly became difficult to look. He saw Feng Wu's unintentional move here. After seeing it, he came to have a brief chat. Unexpectedly, in Feng Wu's heart, he thought so much.

"Yes, Feng Yong once burned spiritual power, and no one wanted it after many sects, but I really want to know, if it weren't for you, how could Feng Yongge burn spiritual power?" After all, Mo Xu couldn't help coming out and snorted coldly, "Feng Wu, if it were you, I don't think you would burn your spiritual power to save Feng Yong."

Feng Wu snorted, "So what? He's just stupid, and I didn't have to ask him to save me."

Suddenly, Feng Yong's face turned pale. Originally, when he saw Feng Wu here, he felt compassionate. He wanted to beg Mo Xu for a moment and let Feng Wu become Mo Xu's disciple. Unexpectedly, Feng Wu had such an attitude. Suddenly, Feng Yong's heart completely cooled down.

"Let's go, Feng Yong, it's really boring to stay here." Mo Xu said and turned around and left.

"Hmm, mind your own business." Feng Wu said unhappyly, then squatted down and continued to hold the sign in his hand.

At this moment, a beautiful teenager suddenly walked into the alley, with three points of displeasure on his face. Obviously, something made him unhappy.

Everyone in the alley suddenly sighed one by one, and many of them stood up and wanted to leave. Which of them doesn't recognize this teenager? It is the little bully in this alley, and Yan Ping, one of the eight big cities that don't dare to provoke. Now Yan Ping is obviously a little unhappy. These low-level people don't want to touch the mold, and then they can only eat it.

Feng Wu also stood up reluctantly. He clearly knew some tricks of the beautiful teenager in front of him. If he could not be provoked, he still didn't want to be provoked at all.

"No one is allowed to leave!" Just as everyone was worried, the teenager suddenly spoke, and everyone stopped. Only two people are still walking indifferently, one is Mo Xu and the other is Feng Yong.

"What about you? Why, my words don't work?" Yan Ping immediately turned his face and looked at the two people who were still walking angrily.

Yan Ping was in a bad mood. His little lover actually cuckolded him. Although he had killed the little lover and the man who cuckolded him, the anger in his heart still did not disappear. This time he came to this alley to find two easy bully people to solve his mind. Cool. But he didn't expect that as soon as he came in, he met two blind people, which made Yan Ping's anger even more.

In the distance, Feng Wu snorted in his heart. Don't you like to show off? Now you have provoked one of them. Let's see what you do. Of course, there are other people in the alley who have the same mentality.

Mo Xu also turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Ping with an unhappy face: "What's wrong?"

When Mo Xu turned his head, Yan Ping castrated and did not dare to provoke one of them, but he did not really dare to provoke anyone. For example, Cheng Haonan of Lanxingmen, such as Le Jiantian of Chenjianmen... These people are not willing to be in the limelight, but no one dares to deny their strength. At least, they are not the so-called eight who dare not provoke.

Of course, among those who do not want to show off, there is a special group, that is, the birch gate!

hua shu men, casually select a disciple whose talent is not weaker than Cheng Haonan and others, and there are even stronger than them. Walking in the Yufeng City, for those who dare not provoke and the disciples of the whole birch gate, Yan Ping can be said to be upside down.

And isn't this one of the disciples of the Huashu Gate?

Suddenly, the anger on Yan Ping's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a flattering smile, and then bowed slightly and said, "It turned out to be Brother Mo. I didn't know it just now, so my tone was a little bumpy. Please forgive me."

Suddenly, everyone present was stunned. They thought that this long-sighted teenager would be punished a lot. Unexpectedly, not only this was not the case, but also Yan Ping, who had always been arrogant and domineering, put down all his dignity, bowed to an unknown teenager, and said these words of apology.

Feng Wu was also stunned for a moment. Mo Xu, what is his identity? Is it higher than Yan Ping, who dares not provoke him?

"Who the hell is he? Yan Ping, who dares not provoke, is so low-ly."

"He seems to have seen it somewhere. I remember the last time I saw it at the enrollment meeting of Huashu Gate in the Central Square."

"Is he a disciple of the Huashu Gate? It's really awesome."

"Bear by the way, his name seems to be Mo Xu. At the enrollment meeting of Huashumen, he seemed to be the top talent of level 8!"

In a moment, there were countless people talking about Mo Xu in the whole alley. Feng Wu in the corner was unspeakable, and his face changed, as if he was thinking about something.

Mo Xu snorted, waved his sleeves, and then turned away directly. He didn't look at Yan Ping much, and Feng Yong also followed him out. For Mo Xu, Yan Ping is a clown at best.

Yan Ping looked at leaving Mo Xu. Although there were all kinds of upsets in his heart, he still resisted it. He knew that the people of the birch gate must not be provoked.

"For a while, I must play with these people to relieve my hatred." Yan Ping clenched his fist tightly, and his cold eyes swept around everyone in the alley. He needs to vent, but he can't fight against strong people like Mo Xu, so he can only vent his anger on these people.

Yan Ping's eyes suddenly stopped on a teenager in the corner, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes smiled evilly: it was solid at level six, not bad, and he used to be a domineering knife door, with white skin and thin flesh. It should be very fun!

Being swept away by such eyes, Feng Wu in the corner was shocked, and fear spread all over his body. He has been here for more than ten days, and he has also heard others talk about some of Yan Ping's inhuman hobbies. Now it makes people feel cold. Obviously, he is staring at himself now. What should he do? What should I do? How can he be compared with a strong man at level 6?

If you don't accept it, this guy will kill people directly.

Feng Wu looked over with some fear, his eyes slipped, and finally looked at Feng Yong, Mo Xu, who was walking out.

"Yes, Feng Yong, Feng Yong is my brother. He will definitely help me!" Feng Wu thought to himself.