"Boss, something happened! Legs, ahhhh!" Without a word, there was only a scream left.

Mo Xiaoke frowned and didn't wait for her to say anything. He heard the other party say, "I want to see Yun Qianqian, otherwise I will let everyone in the entire bar die!"

The phone hung up, Mo Xiaoke slapped the table and stood up, taking a deep breath.

When he heard the movement, he said, "What's wrong?" After saying that, he saw Mo Xiaoke's ugly face and frowned, "Have you encountered an enemy attack?"

Mo Xiaoke lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, "Senior Liangrong, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

"No need to ask between you and me, as long as I can give it to you, I will give it to you." Liangyuan said seriously, without any intention of joking.

Mo Xiaoke opened the drawer and took out his favorite weapon, the scimitar! "Senior, I want to invite you to the bar with me."

Looking at Mo Xiaoke's appearance, you know that the Wan family must have taken action. Liang Yuan pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay."

"Don't call me master this time, after all, she's in a deficit." Mo Xiaoke chuckled, "At least, you have to wait until Wan Jingquan returns." One-on-one, this is very fair.

Liangyuan nodded, not much different from what Mo Xiaoke thought.

This was the first time that Liang Yuan and Mo Xiaoke were united in the public. Liang Yuan clenched his fists, and he also wanted to see how excellent Mo Xiaoke was! Of course, he would definitely protect this daughter.

In the bar, the screams gradually stopped.

Wanhua's clothes were full of blood, and she was calm and sat on the bar and drinking. Behind it was a strong smell of blood and the miserable and cruel people on the ground.

"You are still in the mood to drink at this time." Xiao Ya walked over with her face filled with joy after the battle.

Wanhua glanced at Xiao Ya with a sideways, "Madam, are you discouraged?"

"Not yet." Xiao Ya walked to the bar, picked a few bottles of the best wine and opened it directly.

You, I, I. Wanhua looked indifferent, without any intoxication. However, Xiao Ya's face turned red and her eyes were even more confused.

"Madam, if you get drunk, leave it to me for dealing with Yun Qianqian?" Wanhua asked back, listening carefully, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, she agreed to Song Qiu and the commander's order that they were not allowed to take action in the next few days.

Xiao Ya glanced at Wanhua, "Can my enemy be left to you to deal with?"

"I just asked casually." Wanhua said softly, put down her wine glass and looked at the door, "Look, they are all here."

Without Wanhua's reminder, Xiao Ya also knew it. She looked out with Wanhua.

There were two people standing at the door. The leader was Mo Xiaoke, and Mo Xiaoke was following Liang Rong.

It was the first time Mo Xiao met Xiao Ya, but Liang Yue was not. It was the first time Wanhua met Liang Yue. I had met Mo Xiaoke several times before.

The person at the door looked at the person inside the door, and the person inside the door also looked at the person outside the door.

Mo Xiaoke seemed to be unable to see the mess inside the house, and walked in stepping on blood.

"You are Wan Jingquan's mother Xiao Ya, right?" Mo Xiaoke smiled and said, "I really gave me a big gift." This bar is one of the industries of Xiangmen, and not many people know about it.

Xiao Ya walked out of the bar and shook her head slightly. She didn't look at Mo Xiaoke. She kept staring at Liangyuan, almost gritting her teeth, "Liangyuan, where is Yun Qianqian?"

"I don't need to deal with you yet." Liangyuan waved his hand, "Xiao Ya, come on."

Under the nose, the smell of floating in the air will stimulate a person's violent elements. It is true to Xiao Ya, but also to good fortune.

Xiao Ya rushed out in an instant, raised her fist and punched her out.

Without waiting for Liangyuan to take action, Mo Xiaoke was already standing in front of Liangyuan. He raised his fist and punched Xiao Ya's fist.

The wrists were numb and blood was flowing out of ten fingers, which showed how much effort the two of them used.

Xiao Ya tilted her head and looked full of evil spirits, "You are Mo Xiaoke, Liangyuan and Yun Qianqian's child, right?"

“How is that?”

"You are so good at martial arts." He was able to catch her punch.

Mo Xiaoke curled his lips slightly, "Senior Liangrong, give her to me!"

Liang Yuan hugged his arms with both hands, calmly went aside, "Okay."

"A little thing that is overestimating one's ability." Xiao Ya's eyes were red, and she was obviously very angry. She retracted her fist and swept towards Mo Xiaoke's lower plate.

Mo Xiaoke jumped gently and kicked out from mid-air.

Just as his feet were about to touch Xiao Ya's face, Xiao Ya's left arm raised up to block the kick. He reached out as fast as lightning, and grabbed Mo Xiaoke's ankle with his right hand.

Mo Xiaoke was thrown out without being prepared, and flipped back from mid-air and landed directly on the ground to take a firm foothold. As soon as he stabilized, Xiao Ya rushed over and punched her in the gate.

Mo Xiaoke bent down, gently hooked his hands and feet, tightly wrapped around Xiao Ya's waist and abdomen, and with a slight force, he turned Xiao Ya out with his head facing down.

Who knew that Xiao Ya twisted her body flexibly and also stayed at the same time with both hands.

Mo Xiaoke raised his right hand and hit it out, pressing his left hand on the ground.

Xiao Ya smiled coldly and caught Mo Xiaoke's punch alive. She slapped it out with a palm in the second.

Mo Xiaoke groaned, his stomach gushed, and blood remained along the corner of his mouth.

"Xiaoke!" Liangyuan unconsciously walked forward a few steps.

Mo Xiaoke and Xiao Ya each tried their best to stand up from the ground. In just a few short moves, they did not drag on the mud, and they did not determine the winner or lose.

Xiao Ya spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Mo Xiaoke with a little more murderous intent.

Mo Xiaoke was the same, quietly moving back two steps. He took off his coat, threw it at Xiao Ya, and touched the weapon at his waist.

The coat disrupted people's vision. Xiao Ya kicked off her clothes, feeling the anger that came. She suddenly pulled her legs back. The scimitar had already slashed her calf. If it was a little deeper, the bones would be exposed.

Mo Xiaoke smiled gently, "What a pity, it almost cut off."

"Rampant little devil." Xiao Ya stretched out her hand back, "Your weapon!"

Wanhua's weapon was a soft whip, which was wrapped around her waist and used as a belt. Wanhua pulled out the soft whip and threw it directly at Xiao Ya.

Want a weapon? "Dream." Mo Xiaoke whispered softly, and rushed out like a ghost.

Xiao Ya grabbed Mo Xiaoke's shoulder and punched her straight.

Mo Xiaoke exchanged swords with both hands, and the other clenched his hands into fists and hit Xiao Ya's lower abdomen.

Fist-turning palms is a move created by Liang Yuan. Mo Xiaoke is not Liang Yuan’s apprentice, but after watching it a few more times, I remember it almost the same.

Xiao Ya wanted to kill Yun Qianqian for a long time, so she naturally thought about Liangyuan's moves.

Mo Xiao used a lot of strength to use this punch, and even Xiao Ya had to take a few steps back. Mo Xiaoke caught the soft whip by scimitar, turned his head and sneered at Xiao Ya.

The soft whip gently threw it up and Mo Xiaoke slashed it down with a knife.

"It's not too chopped." Wanhua said coldly, throwing out the wine glass in her hand.

Mo Xiaoke dodged away, and the wine glass fell to the ground, just like a soft whip that fell to the ground. He frowned and looked at Wanhua dangerously.

Wanhua stood up and wiped her mouth with a tissue, "Liang Yuchen took me and just vomited blood and didn't fall into a coma. What about you?"

"You can try it." Mo Xiaoke gently pulled the corner of his mouth and curled a curve of a smile.

Wanhua nodded slightly. She walked with her own rules, one left and one right, as if it would confuse people's sight.

Mo Xiaoke held his breath and would not be distracted with Wanhua for a while.

Wanhua squatted down, picked up the soft whip on the ground, turned his head to look at Xiao Ya on the side, "Madam, your target is Yun Qianqian, Mo Xiaoke should be my target."

"...Okay." Xiao Ya made the first concession. She just focused on doing it herself and completely ignored Wanhua. Wanhua was surnamed Wan, just like them, and her strength was also one of the best. The entire Seventy-Fourth Army had at least half of its combat effectiveness to tie Wanhua.

The soft whip was almost cut open the air. The scimitar blocked it and slashed it down with one knife.

The soft whip is like a living creature in Wanhua's hands, like a poisonous snake.

There was almost no interruption left and right up and down. Mo Xiaoke was sucked into the left face, and blood was left in an instant. He squinted his eyes and smacked his tongue, and almost caught it with his physical instinctive reaction.

Up, down... no, no... the body is faster than the eyes.

Mo Xiaoke grabbed the soft whip and pulled forward suddenly. Wanhua let go, and the rebound of force made Mo Xiaoke take a few steps back. This time, the movement was not only Mo Xiaoke, but also Wanhua.

"Xiaoke!" Liangyuan shouted.

The fist hit Mo Xiaoke's waist and abdomen, and the bones clattered. Mo Xiaoke's scimitar fell from his hand to the ground, and his body flew out.

Wanhua ran forward, lifted her feet ninety degrees, and hit her straight.

This kick did not hit Mo Xiaoke in the head, but was caught by Liangyuan. Liangyuan was still holding Mo Xiaoke in his arms and caught Wanhua's foot with one hand. His face was covered with haze, and he almost gritted his teeth, "Looking for death!"

Wanhua quickly withdrew her feet, but it was still one step late. Liangyuan grabbed Wanhua's ankle and threw it out. Wanhua fell to the ground and stood up with one hand.

"Is it okay?" Liangyuan helped Mo Xiaoke up and picked up the scimitar on the ground.

Mo Xiaoke held the scimitar and shook his head, "It's okay." He just wanted to vomit sour water.

"Give her to me." Liangyuan stood in front of Mo Xiaoke, "If you want to kill you, at least you have to wait for me to die."

Mo Xiaoke was stunned, and waited to react and rushed out.

The soft whip is still on the ground, and Wanhua doesn't have time to pick it up. The fist of Liang Rong is coming towards me.

Wanhua caught Liangyuan's fist with both hands, "Senior."

"Wanhua isn't it?" Liangyuan smiled cruelly, "I remember." He grabbed Wanhua's head and pulled forward, and his legs and knees hit Wanhua's waist and abdomen.

Wanhua punched Liangyuan in the face with one punch.

At the same time, he stopped the other party. Liangyuan raised his foot and kicked Wanhua out first.

Tsk! Wanhua was kicked out several steps. Xiao Ya supported Wanhua and said, "Let's go."

Wanhua raised her eyebrows, as if she was confused. Liangyuan didn't plan to let them leave at all. Mo Xiaoke said, "Senior!"
Chapter completed!