C716 kicks and punches
C716 kicks and punches
"Master Xing Yuan, Master Xing Yuan?" The seven Shaoqing s walked up and carefully shouted twice, but Mo Feng did not respond. His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at his sickly son:
"Kneel down!"
Qiu Yuanshui looked at his own father, then turned and looked at Mo Feng. His eyes flickered with hope, gritted his teeth, and kneeled in front of Mo Feng.
"Master Xing Yuan, please save my life!" He prostrated himself in a pious manner. Before he came here, the Seven Shaoqing s had told him that the only hope for him to survive was with Mo Feng. Qiu Yuanshui was very clear about his current situation, and even the things that his father brought back, was very unlikely to help him break through. But now, they had suddenly told him that a guest elder who had just entered the sect possessed such capabilities, so he was naturally very doubtful.
After that, the seven Shaoqing s told him about Mo Feng's achievements, he was shocked to the point where he became a celestial on the spot and quickly rushed over, at the moment, he believed that Mo Feng could help him break through, and Mo Feng was his only hope.
But Mo Feng still did not react. When the Seven Shaoqing s saw him like this, their hearts instantly became restless and uneasy.
"Master Xing Yuan?" still did not react. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned to look at Zhong Qingfeng for help. Zhong Qingfeng glanced at Mo Feng and knew that Mo Feng was thinking. He lightly shook his head at the Seven Shaoqing s.
"Sir Xing Yuan is thinking, don't disturb him." The seven Shaoqing s nodded.
When Mo Feng thought about this, it only took a quarter of an hour. Qiu Yuanshui, who had been kneeling on the ground this entire time, was already impatient, his physique was not good to begin with, and his years of living were already several times better than Mo Feng's.
"Kneel well." Just as he was about to stand up, the voice of the Seven Shaoqing s rang out. Qiu Yuanshui frowned, his face filled with displeasure.
"It can't be that there's no other way but to put on an act here!"
"What did you say!" When the Seven Shaoqing heard this, his gaze turned cold and he shouted coldly. He had begged Mo Feng for forgiveness with great difficulty, yet he dared to say such words.
"Shut your mouth!"
"Hmph." Qiu Yuanshui scoffed, his face looked even more unwell. At this time, Mo Feng's gaze focused and he lowered his head to look at Qiu Yuanshui. The eyes of the seven Shaoqing s lit up when they saw his expression.
"What's your name?"
"Qiu Yuan" Qiu Yuanshui looked at Mo Feng unhappily and replied slowly. But before he finished speaking, his vision suddenly turned black and he felt a sharp pain on his face.
"AHH!"
Just when everyone was thinking that Mo Feng had some sort of method to help him break through, they heard a scream from Qiu Yuanshui, and turned to see that he had crashed into a wall, spitting out blood.
"Ah, why did you hit me!" Qiu Yuanshui landed on the ground, felt the pain on his face, and shouted angrily at Mo Feng. He had knelt for so long and requested for a doctor out of good intentions. How could he treat him like this?
Mo Feng sneered, he turned his fist but did not explain. The seven Shaoqing s looked at Qiu Yuanshui, then turned to look at Mo Feng, instantly enraged. He had already apologized, and Qiu Yuanshui had also kneeled down sincerely to seek medical treatment, so how could he treat his son like this?
"Xing Yuan, don't!" Zhong Qingfeng shouted as he pointed at him, but before he could finish, Zhong Qingfeng had already pulled him down.
"Uhh …" Everyone looked at this scene in a daze, and the corners of their mouths twitched. They didn't understand why, as they turned to look at Zhong Qingfeng and saw him shaking his head at them, they didn't say anything more.
Zhong Qingfeng looked at Mo Feng with a profound gaze. Mo Feng had been thinking for such a long time, how could he make a move for no reason, it must have some other reason.
Qiu Yuanshui turned his head to see that everyone was watching him with cold eyes, even his father was dragged to the side and not moved. The anger in his heart burned, and a wave of resentment rose. Even if he were to die, he would fight this little bastard to the death!
"Ah, hand over your life!" He roared and took out a sharp sword, rushing towards Mo Feng.
"You bunch of ants, how dare you be so impudent?" Mo Feng laughed coldly in disdain. When Qiu Yuanshui heard this, he became even angrier, and he used even more of his strength, his face full of malevolence as he charged towards Mo Feng.
"Clang!"
Mo Feng's sneer did not diminish, he flicked his finger and flicked the sword back. Qiu Yuanshui's expression changed, the sword flew out uncontrollably, and with the attack of a huge force, his palm was directly ripped apart!
"AHH!"
He screamed miserably as he was sent flying again, crashing into the wall. Blood spurted out madly from his mouth as his injuries worsened.
Falling to the ground, Qiu Yuanshui looked at Mo Feng with a lifeless look in his eyes. His rage had already been extinguished in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even have the will to fight anymore. He couldn't even withstand a single flick of Mo Feng's finger, what use was there to fight?
"He really can't withstand a single blow." Mo Feng flicked his finger in disdain. When he looked up, he saw Qiu Yuanshui's face was covered in ashes. A sliver of disappointment appeared in his eyes as he coldly said:
"Trash, you don't dare to go up just like that?" It seems like you were born without a plant, and your father worked so hard to cure you, you piece of trash! "
Hearing this, Qiu Yuanshui's body trembled, he looked at Mo Feng, and fury spewed out of his eyes once again, but when he turned his head to look at the Seven Shaoqing s, he saw that was looking at him coldly from the sidelines, and was instantly filled with disappointment. With a miserable laugh, he sat there, paralyzed, and at that moment, death did not seem to be that hard to accept.
Seeing him in such a state, Mo Feng frowned. So useless, truly useless.
"Seven Shaoqing s, you must suffer a little yourself." Mo Feng turned his head to look at the seven Shaoqing s, and the eyes of the seven Shaoqing s widened as they pointed at him in disbelief. After going through Zhong Qingfeng's advice, he finally understood something, but what was it that he was needed to do now? Beat his son together?
Mo Feng didn't say anything and waved his hand at the seven Shaoqing s. The corners of their mouths twitched, and they could only walk out and stand in front of Mo Feng, not knowing what to do.
"Pah!"
The seven Shaoqing s were instantly stupefied, they covered their own face in disbelief as they looked at Mo Feng, the reason they called him over was so he could receive a slap?
"Endure it." 's voice sounded right beside his ears, causing his anger to freeze for a moment. However, before he could even breathe, his abdomen was in severe pain.
"I won't teach you, father and son. You still have the face to beg me for teaching such trash? Fortunately, I did not intend to agree from the beginning, so I have delayed my time! " Mo Feng scolded, his hands did not stop moving as he punched and kicked the seven Shaoqing s. No matter how strong they were, they were not made of steel, and were quickly beaten up by Mo Feng until they vomited blood.