Chapter 4: One Move to Defeat the Mo Family

"He is not crazy, you are crazy." A clear voice sounded from inside the house, and Mo Qingkuang's slender figure appeared at the door, fully dressed.

With a guilty look on his face, he looked at Mo Shan, who was twisting his body in a strange posture and already in tears, and choked: "Dad, I made you worry."

Mo Shan rubbed his eyes that were blurred by tears and looked carefully at his son who was intact and full of vitality.

He took a quick step in front of Mo Qingkuang, and wanted to touch his son's face with his trembling, calloused hands, but he didn't dare to really touch it.

He was afraid that this time he got nothing, and his son who was resurrected from the dead finally came to nothing.

Mo Qingkuang burst into tears, grabbed his father's hand and pressed it on his face: "Dad, I'm not dead!"

Mo Shan felt his son's body temperature, hugged Mo Qingkuang tightly into his arms, and said excitedly: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!"

Everyone in the field saw that Mo Qingkuang had come back from the dead. He didn't feel any weakness in his body and was even stronger than before.

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak.

Just now they thought that the matter was a foregone conclusion, and they were eager to show their loyalty to Mo Hai and Mo Qingfeng, and said a lot of bad things about Mo Qingkuang, wasn't it...

"Congratulations to the head of the family, congratulations to the young head of the house! The young head of the house is safe and sound, which is really a blessing to our Mo family!" All the elders knelt down, leaving only Mo Hai, Mo Qingfeng and a few of their die-hard supporters at a loss. Stand still.

Mo Qingkuang didn't take the opportunity to blow these fallen wallflowers on both sides. He slowly broke away from his father's arms and came to Mo Hai: "Elder, my nephew is not dead. Are you disappointed?"

The memory of him forcing Mo Shan into the palace just now is still fresh in his mind, don't be frivolous and filled with hatred!

"Why, how could it be possible? The eldest young master is safe and sound. As an uncle, I am naturally happy." Mo Hai forced himself to smile and said with difficulty.

Mo Qingkuang nodded noncommittally, and then looked at Mo Qingfeng: "Cousin Qingfeng, I'm very sorry that I couldn't let you ascend to the position of young family head as you wished."

Mo Qingfeng looked at Mo Qingkuang with a stiff face, and then glanced at the elders who were kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness.

What is the blessing of the Mo family? That's how they complimented me just now!

The resentment I had harbored for many years was completely aroused by the gap between heaven and earth.

He glared at Mo Qingkuang with his blood-red eyes, pointed at him and said angrily: "Mo Qingkuang! You usually bully men and dominate women, and your moral character is corrupt! You are not worthy of stealing the position of the young head of the family!"

"Qingfeng, stop talking nonsense!" Mo Hai stopped him quickly. Mo Qingkuang has been resurrected and the situation is a foregone conclusion. Don't let Mo Qingfeng offend people to death. In the future, the Mo family will really have no place for their father and son.

Mo Qingfeng has fallen into madness at this moment, and endless resentment has swallowed up his reason. He shouted regardless of it: "Your foundation has been destroyed. You are a useless person. How will you lead our Mo family to glory in the future? I don't accept it. The position of the young family leader has If you are capable, I will challenge you!"

"Oh? You want to challenge me? After a few minutes as the young master of the family, have you become more courageous for more than ten years?" Mo Qingkuang looked at him playfully.

"Do you dare to fight? If you lose, give me the position of young family head!" Mo Qingfeng didn't believe it. Mo Qingkuang, who was on the verge of death after being seriously injured, was still not weak at all after he was resurrected. He must have eaten something. The reflection of the tiger and wolf medicine!

The current Mo Qingkuang must be no match for him!

"Nonsense! Qing Kuang has just recovered, how can I fight with you? Mo Qingfeng, do you want to be kicked out of the house?" Mo Shan said angrily when he saw Mo Qingfeng taking advantage of the situation to challenge Mo Qing Kuang.

Mo Qingkuang's own strength is naturally far superior to Mo Qingfeng's, but he has just recovered. What if he doesn't recover and something goes wrong.

He didn't feel sorry for his position as the head of the family, but he was afraid that Mo Qingkuang would be hurt again.

"Do you dare? Do you dare!" Mo Qingfeng turned a deaf ear and stared at Mo Qingkuang with his blood-red eyes, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces.

"Okay, then I'll play with you." Mo smiled disdainfully and agreed.

The whole audience was in an uproar. Mo Qingkuang, who had just recovered from his serious injury, actually dared to fight.

"Young master, why don't you wait two days for your body to recover before fighting again?" Immediately, an elder advised him to show his loyalty.

Mo Qingkuang shook his head and gave his father a reassuring look.

Wu Zhi said: "It doesn't matter, there is no pressure to deal with him."

"Okay! Mo Qingkuang, do you still think you are the same person as before? You are no longer the number one genius in Tiannan City, you are the abandoned son of Yuanjian Sect! You were beaten like a dead dog by that bumpkin Lin Yang!"

"Haha." Mo Qingkuang looked at him coldly, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Let's go! Go to the martial arts stage!" Mo Qingfeng shouted.

"No need, I don't need such a big show to deal with you, just stay here." Mo Qingkuang said calmly.

"Hmph, you're so shameless!" Mo Qingfeng snorted angrily and punched Mo Qingkuang angrily.

"He is an eighth-level warrior. Mo Qingfeng has hidden his strength. It is not too different from the Young Patriarch's peak period. I don't know if the Young Patriarch has fully recovered." Looking at Mo Qingfeng's action, the sharp-eyed elders saw that Mo Qingfeng's strength.

But they didn't know that Mo Qingkuang was resurrected by the Resurrection Talisman and his body fully recovered. The meridians in the body had been broken down to the level of a martial artist by the forbidden medicine. After recovering, he was automatically promoted to a martial artist.

At this moment, watching Mo Qingfeng attack with all his strength, it was like a child playing house.

Eighth-grade warrior, is this what you rely on? You are still far behind!

Feng Qingyun calmly turned sideways to avoid Mo Qingfeng's inevitable blow, and casually slapped Mo Qingfeng on the chest.

Mo Qingkuang's robes were blown by the strong wind, and Mo Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards for a long distance, and hit the wall and fainted.

"Strong energy! The young master has entered the martial arts master realm!" The elders saw it and were terrified.

Not only did Mo Qingkuang not suffer from the serious injury, but he went one step further and entered the martial arts master realm!

At the age of sixteen, the martial arts master realm, such a genius is extremely rare in the giants like Yuanjian Sect in the Tianxuan Empire!

I and others just slandered him in order to curry favor with Mo Qingfeng! It's really asking for death!

"The young master is mighty!" The cheers echoed throughout the courtyard.

Mo Hai quickly rushed to Mo Qingfeng, pinched his philtrum and asked with concern: "Feng'er, how are you?"

Mo Qingkuang waved his hand lazily: "Don't worry, I didn't kill him, I just broke two of his ribs."

"Mo Qingkuang, you!" Mo Hai's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to eat Mo Qingkuang alive.

"Mo Hai, Mo Qingfeng challenged me on his own. No matter his life or death, it's good that Kuang'er didn't kill him." Mo Shan was surprised and stood in front of Mo Qingkuang to prevent Mo Hai from jumping off the wall.

In fact, it would have been easy for Mo Qingkuang to kill Mo Qingfeng just now. He also had the intention to kill him, but he was worried that Mo Qingfeng was also the descendant of the ancestor Mo Fan, and he was afraid of making the ancestor unhappy, so he didn't kill him.

"Grand Elder, although I am arrogant and domineering, I will not kill people of the same clan. As long as Mo Qingfeng behaves honestly in the future and doesn't hold unrealistic fantasies, he will be treated as usual in the future." Mo Qingkuang said softly. In this way. The ancestor should not blame him.

Mo Hai gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Thank you, young master, for showing mercy."

After that, he was about to leave with Mo Qingfeng in his arms.

"Wait, Grand Elder."

Mo Hai had to stop when he heard Mo Qingkuang's words.

Mo Qingkuang said calmly: "Before, I liked everyone to call me the eldest young master because I thought it sounded nice and impressive. But in fact, I am still the young master of the Mo family. I hope that the elder will be careful about how he addresses me in the future, so as not to cause some people to have other thoughts."

Mo Hai's chest rose and fell violently. Is this brat mocking and hitting me?

But now the situation is not good enough, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it: "Yes, young master."

"Ding, the host has completed the task of saving the family and received the reward, "The Art of Falling Leaves in the Wind"."