Chapter 3206 You Are a Hopeless Bastard

Mo Shuo's action of sealing Mo Hui made Lan Yin feel relieved, and she looked at Lang Xing with complicated eyes.

"Brother Mo Shuo! Are you so weak?" Quan Zhong complained to Mo Shuo with great dissatisfaction. He felt that he was right today, and he wished that Lang Xing would continue to be rampant so as to catch more of him.

"Pa!" A crisp slap sounded on Quan Zhong's face. The slap was very heavy, and Quan Zhong's head was buzzing and he was stunned.

Lan Yin's heart jumped violently, and her face, which had just turned rosy, turned pale again. Lang Xing dared to slap Quan Zhong. This time the sky was about to fall.

"Stop!" A majestic voice came from the mountain gate of Wu Zhen Sect.

Lan Yin's heart jumped again. This was the voice of the head Mo Yao. She wanted to pull Lang Xing to run, but her legs were weak.

As Mo Yao appeared, hundreds of Wu Zhen Sect disciples followed closely. For a time, the front of the mountain gate was surging with murderous aura!

"Zixiao Palace now..." Lan Yin wanted to remind them that Zixiao Palace is now the largest sect in Puyunzhou, but the powerful momentum of the other party made her unable to continue speaking after only half a sentence.

"Let me go! I must kill him today!" Quan Zhong, who finally recovered, went crazy. His eyes were red and he rushed over to fight with Lang Xing regardless of anything to get rid of Quan Zong's pull.

Quan Zong also wanted to learn from Mo Shuo to seal Quan Zhong, but Mo Yao's appearance made him think of something else. After all, he also wanted to kill Lang Xing with hatred. If Wu Zhen Zong and Wu Ji Men joined forces to kill this kid, Zixiao Palace would not be able to do anything to them.

"Let him go." Lang Xing ignored Mo Yao who appeared and said to Quan Zong calmly. His eyes were cold and his tone seemed to be an order.

Quan Zong's eyes kept flickering, realizing that he might be self-defeating. He didn't expect that this kid would ignore Mo Yao and rush directly to them.

Lan Yin was almost out of breath, her face pale with fear, but she released her protective divine light to protect Lang Xing. She was determined to die. Anyway, she was now a member of Youqimen, so she could only try to protect Lang Xing with this identity.

Mo Yao was a little embarrassed, but the whole sect was in a difficult situation, so he had to step forward to help, "Little Junior Brother, how come you have the leisure to come here to play?"

This kind word seemed extremely abrupt in this tense atmosphere. Lan Yin looked at Mo Yao's smiling face and couldn't help blinking. She couldn't believe that he would be so kind to Lang Xing, and suspected that he must have some conspiracy.

"Yeah." Lang Xing glanced back at Mo Yao and responded perfunctorily. After all, the other party was the head of Wuzhen Sect, so he had to give him some face. Then he turned his head back and said coldly to Quan Zong again, "Let him go."

Quan Zhong stopped shouting and making trouble. Mo Yao's attitude made him a little stupid. Just looking at Mo Yao's demeanor, it's not an exaggeration to say that he was flattering. If Mo Yao didn't dare to support them, then today's matter would not be able to continue.

Quan Zong said to Lang Xing with a bitter face: "You have already beaten him. Killing people is not enough. Your master Zhengtian Xianzun was not so domineering back then."

As soon as these words came out, the people who had just arrived understood what was going on with Quan Zhong's swollen left face. They couldn't help but look at the bright red palm print on the swollen cheek. This was really cruel. It is estimated that Quan Zhong Xianjun's teeth on this side have all fallen out. No wonder his shouting just now sounded a little weird.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Quan Zhong wanted to find a hole to hide in, and shot a hateful look at Lang Xing in anger.

Lang Xing said to Quan Zong with a fake smile: "Yes, killing people is not enough, but he hasn't bowed his head yet."

Quan Zong pursed his lips and said nothing, and there was a stern look in his eyes when he looked at Lang Xing. Wuji Sect would never accept Quan Zhong kneeling down and kowtow. If Lang Xing bullied people to this extent, there would be nothing to say.

Mo Yao smiled again and said: "Little Junior Brother, calm down. No matter how much hatred you have with him, he is a guest of Wuzhen Sect today. Little Junior Brother, just give me some face."

Lang Xing acted as if he didn't hear it, gently pushed away Lan Yin who was protecting him, and walked towards Quan Zhong with a half-smile on his face.

Quan Zong involuntarily pulled Quan Zhong back a step, and then stopped. At this moment, he even felt a little excited. As long as Lang Xing dared to do something more excessive, he would be in trouble no matter what. Zixiao Palace would never save him!

Quan Zhong stared at Lang Xing who was walking towards him step by step with a fiery look. His rapid breathing was both angry and panic. At this moment, Quan Zong had relaxed his strength in his hands, which was no different from letting go, but he couldn't muster the courage to attack, although his heart was being burned by hatred and humiliation.

Lang Xing walked all the way to Quan Zhong before stopping, looking at him with disdain and said: "The lesson in front of the Blood Soul Mountain seems to be useless to you. You are a bastard who is hopeless."

Quan Zhong clenched his fists excitedly. Although everyone didn't know what happened in front of the Blood Soul Mountain, it seemed that it was not difficult to guess that Quan Zhong should have been beaten once. People with quick minds have already associated Quan Zhong's injuries that have not yet recovered are probably the result of that beating.

The more Quan Zhong was unwilling to accept it, the more hateful Lang Xing felt. He was Anshan Tianjun, and what he hated most was this group of people who were evil to the core. Of course, as a Tianjun, he had a broad mind. In fact, it could not be considered a broad mind. It was because God did not give him so much anger. Otherwise, he would not only interfere in the affairs of the world, but even fight with Du'e Tianjun, and the order of heaven and earth would have been in chaos long ago.

But he is no longer the king of heaven. He is angry and does not kill all the evil people in the world just because he has not yet understood good and evil, and has not yet understood the reason why God created this world. He is willing to vent his hatred, and this time he deliberately provoked trouble just to beat these two people up. I am about to leave here, and I will never see the day when these bastards will be punished, so I can only vent my anger to make up for my regrets.

"Pah!" Another sharp slap in the face, and the other half of Quan Zhong's face also swelled.

The veins on Quan Zhong's forehead popped out, and he even began to gasp for air with his mouth open. He stared at Lang Xing with more anger, but there was a look of panic in his eyes.

At this moment, everyone including Lan Yin had a strange feeling. They watched Lang Xing raise his hand and slap him. They felt that Quan Zhong would definitely resist and would never let this slap happen. If it fell on his face, Quan Zong would definitely take action, but the fact is - neither Quan Zhong nor Quan Zong moved. Although their expressions were obviously anxious, they didn't dare to take action!

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Langxing looked at Quan Zhong with cold eyes, and slapped Quan Zhong one by one, neither urgently nor slowly. Everyone could understand his intention, which was to slap Quan Zhong until he surrendered.

Every crisp sound made everyone's hearts beat. I was really ashamed of this Immortal Lord of the Wuji Sect. Why didn't he resist? Why does Quan Zongxianjun look at it like this? Obviously, neither of these two people's cultivation levels have been sealed. Are they too scared to move? Wuji Sect has completely lost face this time.

Lang Xing did not seal the cultivation of these two people, which would have lost the meaning of venting his anger, and he also deliberately restrained all the pressure. He relied on his momentum to scare these two people, which is hard to say. I believe it, but both Quan Zhong and Quan Zong seemed to be shocked by some unspeakable force, and realized that anyone who dared to resist would be in trouble.

Quan Zhong held on until the eighth blow, and his face had been beaten into a pig's head. His eyes that were squeezed into slits no longer spit out fire, but were replaced by full of grievances and begging for mercy. At this point, he had completely surrendered.

"Stop fighting..." Quanzong begged in a low voice.

Mo Yao's lips moved, but he restrained himself from asking for mercy. He understood clearly that he was worthless in the eyes of others, so it was better not to humiliate himself.

Lang Xing raised his hand again expressionlessly. Quan Zhong couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down before the slap fell.

This kneeling will bring shame not only to his Immortal Lord Quan Zhong, but also to the entire Wuji Sect. Under normal circumstances, Quan Zhong would never do such a disgraceful thing even if he died, because he has lost his Such a big face is worse than death. His life is over, but at this moment he really can't hold on anymore. There is an indescribable powerful force that destroys his mind. To be precise, that feeling is more Like erosion, like a sandcastle soaked in water, he was unable to resist or struggle.

Lang Xing turned around and walked towards Mo Hui as if he had done nothing. He didn't even look at Quan Zhong, who succumbed at his feet. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to look at such a rotten person one more time.