"Ah, Wang Teng, you bastard, stop me!" Sure enough, Mo Shaoyang was struggling violently and screaming desperately.

Tears were almost coming out, completely ashamed and painful.

Wang Teng's move was too heavy, and his butt was swollen.

The most hateful thing is that his divine power was sealed, and Wang Teng was unparalleled in physical condition. In front of him, he was like a little rabbit, without any power to resist.

"Will you still learn well in the future?" Wang Teng said with a smile.

"I... learn well!" Mo Shaoyang could only grit his teeth and said in humiliation.

He had no choice but to compromise, and his heart was chilling, and no one could ever let him do this.

"That's true!" Wang Teng smiled, patted Mo Shaoyang's butt, and then let him go.

"Ah, Wang Teng, you're done, you're dead!" However, Mo Shaoyang started screaming just after escaping, and then sent out a signal flare, which exploded in the sky like fireworks.

Obviously he was calling people.

"What happened in Shaoyang?" Not long after the signal bomb exploded, a void door opened in the sky, and an old man walked out and asked.

The old man was dressed in black, his eyes were brilliant and terrifying.

His tone was a little lazy.

Mo Shaoyang is a little overlord in the holy land of Tianshan Mountain. He has always bullied others, and no one has bullied him.

Therefore, in his opinion, this signal flare was probably Mo Shaoyang, who was so playful that he came to tease him.

"Old Zhu, this kid actually dares to hit me. You have to be fair for me." At this time, Mo Shaoyang suddenly said.

"What?" The old man named Zhu Lao was slightly stunned when he heard this. Does anyone dare to hit him in the arrogant and domineering Mo Shaoyang?

This is like the sun hitting the west.

His eyes turned, looked at Wang Teng, and said, "Boy, who are you? Why do you want to hit my young master?"

Speaking of this, his tone sank, obviously he was a kind of material to protect his calf.

"He is Wang Teng, and his relationship with Xuan Xun is ambiguous. If I talk to him about it, he will hit me... and my butt... it will be swollen!" Mo Shaoyang pointed at Wang Teng, just like a child was wronged and complained to an adult.

As he spoke, there was really a fog in his eyes and it began to spin.

Although he is amazingly talented, he is a teenager after all, and the flowers in the greenhouse have not experienced any tempering.

It's the first time today, I suffered a loss at the hands of my peers, which is so aggrieved.

When talking about the words "the butt is swollen", he also symbolically touched his buttocks, gritting his teeth and being embarrassed and angry.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhu's face also turned cold and stared at Wang Teng and said, "Boy, how dare you hit my young master? Are you so brave? Now apologize to my young master immediately."

"I dreamed that the upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked. With an elder like you, no wonder there would be uneducated descendants!" Wang Teng said sneered.

"Random!" Old Zhu was furious. With a bang, an extremely powerful aura burst out from his body and swept towards Wang Teng.

It was like an invisible mountain pressing against it. The strong surface of Wang Teng's feet cracked open terrible cracks, and the entire ground sank a little.

The old man's strength is at least above the eighth level of God. Just a sensation of realm pressure is not something that ordinary people can resist.

Wang Teng has just recovered from a serious illness, and his physical functions have not yet recovered to his peak.

Therefore, his breathing was a little difficult for a while and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Old Zhu, please stop. Wang Teng is a distinguished guest of my Tianshan Holy Land. You can't attack him!" Xuan Xun said at this time.

"What a distinguished guest, just an irrelevant boy, just wipe it out. It saves trouble!" Mr. Zhu said coldly, then poked out his big hand and really slapped Wang Tengtian Linggai.

There are endless divine powers between the five fingers. If this palm is hit, even Wang Teng will be photographed into flesh paste and will no longer exist during his peak period.

"Slow down!" However, at this moment, a majestic voice came.

The Holy Lord of Tianshan has finally arrived, with majestic posture, deep eyes, thick black hair, and a supreme spirit.

With a casual swing of the sleeves, the old big hand collapsed in the air.

"Saint Lord, why don't I let this kid be killed?" Old Zhu said in confusion.

"This is Xuan Xun's friend. For Xuan Xun's sake, let's save his life!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan said with a faint smile.

"Since that's the case, I won't say anything. Holy Lord, don't forget that Xuan Xun is my Mo family's wife. I have already told the people of the clan." Old Zhu said, waved his sleeves and left directly.

Before leaving, he had no choice but to glar at Wang Teng at the end, as if warning. Mo Shaoyang had no choice but to follow.

"You two come with me!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan waved his hand gently, lifted the power of the fixed character on Xuan Xun's body, and turned around and left the place.

Wang Teng and Xuan Xun looked at each other and immediately followed.

This is an open lawn in the holy land of Tianshan Mountain. There is a large lake in the center, like a blue gem, embedded in the vast spiritual land.

On the lawn, various wild flowers bloomed, colorful and colorful, with bees flying and butterflies dancing, bringing bursts of fragrance.

The scenery of this place is so beautiful, like a pure land outside the world. There are some fruit trees planted on the shore, red, golden, and faint fruits hanging on the branches, fragrant and reflecting each other, making people unable to help but salivate and want to go up and take a bite.

There is an elegant pavilion in the big lake. The Holy Lord of Tianshan walked in along the corridor. It was breeze and was particularly comfortable.

Wang Teng and Xuan Xun stood behind him.

Wang Teng has always felt that the feeling that the Holy Lord of Tianshan gave him was a little familiar, but he couldn't catch it.

"Wang Teng, do you know why I saved you?" The Holy Lord of Tianshan suddenly looked at Wang Teng.

Wang Teng was stunned and shook his head in a daze.

"There are some reasons for Xuan Xun, and some more special reasons!" The Holy Lord of Tianshan said in a deep voice, and then the light on his face receded like a tide, revealing his true face.

This is a middle-aged man with a strong face, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and his eyes are shining.

This is a typical hero who is powerful without anger, like an unfathomable emperor.

His eyes were very deep, and it seemed like there was a real starry sky inside, which was very terrifying.

Xuan Xun was puzzled. Generally, the Holy Lord never showed his true appearance in front of outsiders. How could he treat Wang Teng like this for no reason?

"Sir, Dean!" However, when Wang Teng saw this, his eyes suddenly surged, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

This person is exactly the same as the Dragon and Tiger Emperor.
Chapter completed!