"You're telling me to get lost?"
When the young man heard this, he was shocked, as if he had misheard.
In Ice Glaze City, a kid with a cultivation of Yuan Dan Stage Seven dared to talk to him like that.
After a short moment of shock, the young man smiled arrogantly, raised his head, and said, "Kid, do you know who I am? Have you ever thought about the consequences of talking to me like that? "
Seeing the young man's expression, Mo Qingyun's face darkened. He said coldly, "I only know that if you don't get lost, I'll have to send you away."
As soon as Mo Qingyun finished speaking, he emitted a cold aura that pressed down on the young man.
Thump thump thump …
The young man's cultivation wasn't strong, only at Yuan Dan Stage Three. Facing Mo Qingyun's aura, he was immediately forced to retreat.
Under Mo Qingyun's aura, the young man was forced to retreat again and again. This immediately angered the young man.
This kid with a cultivation of Yuan Dan Stage Seven dared to attack him. It was simply too much.
"Kid, do you want to die?"
The young man's face darkened, and he walked towards Mo Qingyun with anger. He said coldly to Mo Qingyun, "I'll give you a choice now. Kneel down and kowtow to me. Then, let this beauty serve me for three days. If I'm satisfied, I'll spare your life …"
Bang!
Before the young man could finish his words, Mo Qingyun kicked him, sending him flying.
Under Mo Qingyun's kick, the young man was kicked flat on his face. He was in a sorry state.
"Kid, f * ck you …"
After being kicked by Mo Qingyun, the young man's face was filled with anger, and he started to curse at Mo Qingyun.
However, before he could say anything, Mo Qingyun stepped on his head again.
Under Mo Qingyun's kick, his face once again hit the floor, and he swallowed his words.
"Stop … stop!"
Seeing Mo Qingyun injure the young man, the enchanting woman's expression immediately changed, and panic appeared on her face.
This young man was the Young Master of the Wen Clan's direct line of descent. If he were to be injured, she would not be able to bear the responsibility.
Immediately, the enchanting woman panicked. She glared at Mo Qingyun and shouted coldly, "Boy, stop! He is the young master of the Wen Clan, Wen Shaoli."
"The young master of the Wen Clan?"
Mo Qingyun's expression slightly changed when he heard the words of the enchanting woman. He revealed a look of surprise.
It turned out that he was a direct descendant of one of Ice Glaze City's Eight Great Clans. No wonder this young man was so arrogant, condescending, and insufferably arrogant.
From the looks of it, he did have the capital to be arrogant.
Seeing that Mo Qingyun had moved his foot away from his head after hearing the words of the enchanting woman, Wen Shaoli quickly got up.
After getting up, Wen Shaoli's face revealed a complacent expression. He sneered at Mo Qingyun and said, "Boy, now that you know my identity, are you very afraid?"
From Wen Zhaoli's point of view, Mo Qingyun had removed his foot from Wen Zhaoli's head after learning his identity.
This was the expression of Mo Qingyun's fear of the Wen Clan.
"Afraid?"
Mo Qingyun's expression froze when he heard this. Immediately, a playful smile appeared on his face. He looked at Wen Shaoli with a meaningful gaze.
At this moment, an idea quickly flashed through Mo Qingyun's mind as he drafted a plan.
The key to this plan was the Young Master of the Wen Clan, Wen Shaoli.
Immediately, Mo Qingyun no longer hesitated. He raised his hand and waved it in the air.
Under the wave of Mo Qingyun's hand, strange runes immediately appeared in the air, flashing with light.
"Drawing Formation in the Void!"
Seeing Mo Qingyun's action, Wen Shaoli's expression changed greatly, revealing a look of shock.
At this moment, Mo Qingyun's performance had truly shocked him.
The ability that Mo Qingyun had just displayed was probably less than three people in the entire Ice Glaze City.
At this moment, while Wen Shaoli and Mo Qingyun were still in shock, Mo Qingyun had finished setting up the formation.
The reason why Mo Qingyun had set up the formation was mainly to prevent unnecessary trouble from attracting the attention of bystanders when he dealt with Wen Shaoli.
After all, Wen Shaoli was a direct descendant of the Eight Great Clans. His identity was somewhat special, so he had to be careful when dealing with him.
"Kid, this Young Master can see that your methods are extraordinary. I'll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."
Seeing Mo Qingyun's method of setting up the formation in the air, Wen Shaoli's eyes turned, and he arrogantly looked at Mo Qingyun and said whimsically, "As long as you send this beauty to this Young Master's room, let this Young Master and her gallop, and swear that you'll be this Young Master's follower in the future, I'll spare your dog life …"
Slap!
Before Wen Shaoli could finish speaking, a slap landed on his face, directly sending him flying.
Such a sudden turn of events caused Wen Shaoli and the enchanting woman to be instantly stunned on the spot.
So much so that for a moment, Wen Shaoli even forgot about the pain as he stared blankly at Mo Qingyun.
Mo Qingyun actually dared to hit him after knowing his identity. Was he crazy?
At this moment, Wen Shaoli revealed an expression of disbelief. He didn't dare to believe that this was real.
Judging from Mo Qingyun's attire, Wen Shaoli was certain that Mo Qingyun was absolutely not a member of the eight super clans.
If he wasn't a member of the eight super clans and dared to touch a member of the eight super clans in Ice Glaze City, then he was either courting death or crazy.
"Kid, are you crazy? Don't you know that I'm the Young Master of the Wen Clan's direct line of descent? "
After being stunned for a short moment, Wen Shaoli revealed a deranged expression as he roared loudly at Mo Qingyun.
Slap!
However, just as he finished speaking, another slap came and sent him flying again.
After sending Wen Shaoli flying with a slap, Mo Qingyun revealed a faint smile as he slowly approached Wen Shaoli and said with a faint smile, "It seems that you're the Young Master of the Wen Clan's direct line of descent. I'll give you a chance to live. Be my dog."
"What? You want me to be your dog? "
Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Wen Shaoli was instantly stupefied, not daring to believe that this was true.
Just now, he still wanted Mo Qingyun to be his follower.
Now, Mo Qingyun actually turned around and wanted him to be his dog.
One had to admit that this sudden turn of events made Wen Shaoli somewhat unable to react.
After being stunned for a short moment, Wen Shaoli revealed an arrogant expression as he looked at Mo Qingyun and said angrily, "Kid, it seems that you don't know the principle of 'disaster comes from the mouth'. The Patriarch of the Wen Clan is my uncle. You dare to ask me to be your dog, you …"
Slap!
Without waiting for Wen Shaoli to finish speaking, another slap came and sent him flying again.
"You …"
After being slapped by Mo Qingyun once again, Wen Shaoli also learned his lesson this time and didn't dare to speak carelessly.
He finally realized that this kid in front of him was a f * cking country bumpkin.
Perhaps the other party had never even heard of the Wen Clan. Wasn't he playing the lute to a cow by using the Wen Clan to scare the other party?
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