Chapter 3035
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The middle-aged man that Nanfeng had addressed as Brother Mo Leng could be vaguely seen from his appearance that he had been extremely handsome when he was younger. Many immortals liked to pretend to be young. Even if they were very old, they would still use methods to make themselves look younger. However, those who were nearing the end of their lifespan couldn't do this. But this middle-aged man clearly had a lot of lifespan left. It was only his mentality that allowed him to maintain his appearance.
He was in his forties.
"I'll just say a few words to him." Mo Leng smiled at Nanfeng. Then, he looked at Ying Zizai. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and the smile on his face disappeared. "You should have died many years ago. My father let you live on for the sake of Fourth Sister. But today, because you violated the rules of White Emperor City, you will be sentenced to death.
The enmity between the Mo Family is over, but I want you to tell me where the bastard you and Fourth Sister gave birth to is. "
"What do you want to do? I've never gone to the Mo family and I've never broken my promise. What do you want to do now? "
Ying Zizai suddenly looked at Mo Leng, his eyes filled with monstrous rage. He had already sensed Mo Leng's intentions, but he did not expect Mo Leng to be so vicious that he even wanted to kill his own niece!
"Now that you're dead, the original agreement will naturally disappear with the wind. I can't let a bastard of my Mo family wander outside. This is a humiliation to my Mo family!"
Mo sneered.
Lin Yawei's eyes gleamed with schadenfreude. Ever since the Mo Family's Patriarch had come to visit his Ancestral Master, Patriarch Tian Luo, Lin Yawei had learned about the past of Ying Zizai and the Mo Family from the Mo Family.
"Elder Nan Feng, you can start now."
Ying Zizai ignored Mo Leng and slowly closed his eyes.
"You won't tell me? Hehe, don't worry. I'll find it sooner or later. It's just a waste of time. "
Mo sneered and took a step back. He smiled at Nan Feng and said, "Brother Nan Feng, please make your move."
Nan Feng smiled and nodded. Then, he waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Ying Zizai's head. It seemed that he intended to split Ying Zizai in half!
Right at this moment, a gust of wind swept over.
Boom!
The Ghost Head Saber in Nan Feng's hand instantly broke. At the same time, a hand grabbed Nan Feng's neck and swung him up, smashing him left and right on the ground several times before throwing him aside like a piece of trash.
It took the crowd a good few breaths of time before they could react. They looked at this scene in disbelief.
"Master!"
Lin Yawei and the others hurriedly ran towards Nan Feng. Seeing that Nan Feng was still breathing, they heaved a sigh of relief. However, their faces were filled with shock. Who was it that made a move against their master? Moreover, in an instant, he had severely injured their master?
The originally sage-like Nan Feng was currently in an extremely sorry state. His arms and legs were all broken, and his face was covered in blood.
"Brother Nanfeng …"
Mo Leng's expression changed slightly as his gaze locked onto Ning Qi. However, he did not speak rashly. The strength that Ning Qi displayed in that instant had proven that his cultivation base was extraordinary. Even he might not be able to defeat him!
"Father!"
Ying Zhenxuan pounced on Ying Zizai emotionally. When her gaze swept across the whip marks on Ying Zizai's body, she revealed a pained expression.
"Fortunately, I made it in time."
Mo Xiaoxiao heaved a sigh of relief.
Clang!
Ning Qi gently extended his hand and the stones and chains on Ying Zizai's body instantly turned into dust.
Ying Zizai, who was originally waiting for death, slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Ning Qi and Ying Zhenxuan, he slowly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Silly daughter, what are you crying for? I'm not dead yet."
Ying Zizai smiled.
"This is that bastard?"
Mo Leng's expression changed slightly as he looked at Mo Xiaoxiao with an ugly expression. He immediately understood that Mo Xiaoxiao must have found out about his daughter's whereabouts from Ying Zizai at some point in time. She even called for help!
Thinking of this, Mo Leng's expression turned extremely ugly.
The surrounding crowd's expressions were both strange and shocked. Their gazes fell on Ning Qi and the others, especially Ning Qi. They were constantly guessing Ning Qi's background. To dare to attack Nan Feng in White Emperor City and injure him so severely in an instant, he must be someone with an extraordinary background!
"Cough, cough …"
Nan Feng slowly opened his eyes. After coughing out a few mouthfuls of blood, he stood up with an ugly expression. The bones in his arms and legs healed in an instant. He swept Lin Yawei and the others who were about to help him aside and looked straight at Ning Qi with a livid expression. "Who are you? Why are you meddling in the private affairs of White Emperor City?"
"I'll deal with your affairs later."
Ning Qi looked at Nan Feng indifferently and said.
Nan Feng's expression suddenly changed when he heard this. He sensed an ominous premonition from Ning Qi's calm tone.
"I'm sorry to have frightened you, Foster Father."
Ning Qi cupped his hands and smiled at Ying Zizai.
"Good! Good! I didn't expect the foster son I took in to be such a big shot now. Even Uncle Nan Feng is no match for you! "
Ying Zizai did not have any scruples because of Ning Qi's cultivation. Instead, he laughed heartily and reached out to pat Ning Qi's shoulder.
"That's Senior Brother Ying's foster son?"
"How is that possible …"
"How can he be Ying Zizai's foster son when even Uncle Nan Feng is no match for him?"
Everyone's expression became even weirder and their hearts were filled with shock.
When Nan Feng heard Ying Zizai's words, it was as if he had eaten a mouthful of dog shit. His face turned from green to black …
However, Ying Zizai was right. He was indeed no match for Ning Qi. But … foster son?
"Where did a Golden Immortal like Ying Zizai get such a terrifying foster son?"
Nan Feng felt extremely strange.
"Thank you."
Ying Zizai suddenly looked at Mo Xiaoxiao.
"Brother-in-law, it's my duty."
Mo Xiaoxiao smiled shyly. "Luckily I made it in time."
"Indeed!"
Mo Leng's eyes flashed with anger. He looked at Mo Xiaoxiao and shouted coldly, "Little sister! What are you doing? He was never your brother-in-law! "
"Big brother … I …"
Mo Xiaoxiao felt a little guilty. When Mo Leng shouted at her, her body subconsciously trembled.
"Don't blame her. I was the one who asked her to send the message."
Ying Zizai pulled Ying Zhenxuan up and looked at Mo Leng.
"Good! Very good! This is your bastard son, right? Although we are not at my Mo Residence today, Patriarch Tian Luo is not the only one in White Thearch City. My Mo Family's Patriarch is also here. Don't you dare leave today! "
Seeing Ying Zizai talk to him in such a manner, Mo Leng was so angry that he laughed.
He then looked at Ning Qi. "No matter who you are, choosing to come here is a mistake!"
Slap!
Ning Qi stretched out his hand and grabbed, and Mo Leng's body involuntarily slid in front of Ning Qi. Following that, Ning Qi expressionlessly gave him a backhand slap. This slap caused Mo Leng to feel dizzy, and he couldn't tell which direction he was in.
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