Chapter 97

"Mo Ming, go to the temple to meet you immediately!"

The voice of the old master embodies his strong cultivation. The voice runs through the whole hall in a straight line until it suddenly breaks out outside the hall. It seems like a thunderbolt explodes outside the hall.

All the old men and women in the hall stopped talking. They were not idiots. Just listening to the voice, we knew that the old master was in a bad mood.

Feilai villa, after all, is a branch of the Yan family, and it is also the home for the elderly and the strong. To put it bluntly, this is the real foundation and foundation of Yan family.

Naturally, there are no fewer servants here than in Yan's mansion. When a normal meeting needs to summon people waiting outside the hall, why should the old master speak in person? As long as he has a look, his servant will help.

Obviously, the old master is dissatisfied with the boy named Mo! No one wants to jump out and touch the mold at this time.

A trace of sadness flashed in Yan Ningxue's eyes.

Sure enough, the next moment I heard an echo from outside the hall:

"what do you say? I didn't hear you! "

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"Cough, cough, cough..."

Yan Ningxue, his father choked and almost didn't come up. His old face was choked red. He pointed to the outside of the hall, as if he wanted to say something. But before he opened his mouth, there was a timid voice outside the hall, which seemed to be a little embarrassed:

"that one, would you please tell me again?"

Bang -

Yan Ningxue's father couldn't help it any more. He directly smashed the tea bowl at his hand. He pointed to the outside of the hall and tried his best to say:

"show me what he is doing there Cough, if he doesn't come, he won't have to come again Cough... "

This time, even the old men and women around have changed color.

"Isn't it that the child's brain is not normal? How can he behave completely different from ordinary people?" There was an old man talking in a low voice to an old lady nearby.

The old lady, with a cold face, hummed, "I'm afraid it's not mental inadequacy, but a young man with lofty talent and arrogance

"I originally thought that our Yan family could produce a deity and become a supreme god or a powerful saint in the future, which could lead the Yan family to unprecedented heights, but I didn't expect that..."

Next to him, another old man shook his head, looking a little disappointed.

Yan Jiayuan, who had been chatting with Yan Ningxue, turned out to be a 180 degree reversal.

Yan Ningxue looked at these people's expressions in his eyes. Although he was anxious and wanted to say something, he just sighed helplessly and walked out of the hall.

Yan Ningxue felt that if he stayed in the hall again, he might be suffocating to death.

Every word of those people, every word is like a cold knife, inserted in her heart!

How can a mother tolerate others disdaining her son in her own face?

Not to mention her son Yan Ningxue!

She wanted to say it, but she couldn't say anything, because if she was sitting in that position and hearing Mo Ming's disrespectful words, she would not have a good face.

She had no choice but to make the road of Mo Ming smoother and smoother in the future. However, all her efforts were so vulnerable in front of him.

Sometimes, she would even think, where does this son come from so much energy that he can make a rational person mad with a few words every time?

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I don't know how long it took. After a long time until the quiet hall began to clamor again, two figures, one big and one small, reappeared in the public's view.

Yan Ningxue's face was not very good-looking. As soon as she was ready to speak, she listened to Mo Ming's surprise and said:

"well, you can't sit still? I thought your patience was limitless... "

The hall, which had been noisy, became quiet again.

Those old men and old ladies all turned back, and their eyes were fixed on Mo Ming. They had no emotion in their eyes, but they seemed to be able to cut him alive like a cold knife.

This is a kind of spiritual pressure, which can't be borne by those who are not good at it.

Why is it very difficult to be strong in the world of practitioners?

The reason is that, in the face of a strong man whose cultivation level is too much higher than his own, the other party does not even need any action. As long as one look in the eye, the powerful person's pressure in that moment is enough to make the weak spirit collapse.

These old men and women seem to be kind-hearted. In fact, each of them is a senior member of the Yan family. They have been in charge of family affairs and power. Each of them is a famous hostel in Yandi!

Now they are gathered together. With such strong spiritual pressure, even if it is as strong as Yan Ningxue, a cold sweat is gradually seeping from their forehead. They just feel as if they are standing on the edge of a knife. If there is a slight change, they will be doomed.She is not the object of the target, those cold eyes like knife just pass by her side, which has brought her such a strong sense of oppression, let alone the obscurity in it.

However, Mo Ming is unconscious, his face is still with a sense of surprise, seemingly innocent, but there is always a kind of people want to go up and strangle him to death.

Ha ha, the patience of these people is limited, so these people will be in a bad mood!

How could he not know that these old men were exerting spiritual pressure on themselves.

But who is he?

He is a fairy!

What's more, they have been living for nearly 40 million years!

Although he does not have immortal power now, his soul consciousness is the real immortal soul!

Play "spiritual oppression" with him, ha ha, I'm sorry, you found the wrong object!

"Mom, you don't know. Just now I saw a couple of young servants passing by. I saw that they were young, and their behavior was quite intimate. They were clearly a couple of lovers. So I went up to talk to them for a few minutes."

It seems that there is a breeze blowing through the hall, and the spiritual pressure released by the old people and old ladies around him has disappeared in an instant.

That kind of feeling is like a bullock into the sea, instantly disappear in the invisible, as if something has swallowed up all their spiritual power.

It scares them, how they practice and what their eyesight. Unless someone's spiritual realm is much higher than them, they can't do it quietly!

Is there any secret in this boy?

These old men and women can't help but look at Mo Ming again, as if to see him through

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