Chapter Eighty-Four: A Rising Star

"People will make a lot of mistakes in this life, if he can correct it, he is good, but some mistakes can not be made, because once made, there is no turning back, if I let you go today, then I Zheng Chuyang will be in Yuncheng in the future, everyone will think that I am a soft persimmon, whoever wants to pinch it will come and pinch it. So, I'm sorry!"

After Chu Yang said this, he turned away.

"Chu Yang, do you think you must have eaten it?"

Yang Laosan suddenly screamed, stretched out his right arm, and pinched a heavy *** in his hand.

He gritted his steel teeth and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and almost at the same time, Chen Mo stretched out his right arm.

It was too late to say that it was fast, just when Yang Laosan's right index finger just touched the trigger, Chen Mo moved, he urged the dantian, the internal strength was released, and the internal energy converged on the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, and after 0.1 seconds of black gas shrouded in the tips of both fingers, this black gas turned from internal strength quickly flew to Yang Laosan's right arm.

Sou!

The black gas hit Yang Laosan's right arm on the tiger's mouth, and after his scream, Yang Laosan's entire body fell backwards, and the *** in his hand also fell to the ground.

As Chen Mo, who had just advanced to a god-level master, in fact, his internal strength was not so powerful, but suddenly, he used nearly eighty percent of the internal strength in his body, plus Yang Laosan was not a martial artist in the first place, so this blow caused great harm to Yang Laosan.

The internal strength is released and the air is beaten, which is also one of the hard criteria for seeing whether a martial artist is a god-level master.

People who are not martial artists can't see this black qi, so for a while, everyone was dumbfounded, because they didn't understand from beginning to end how Yang Laosan fell, they just saw it, Chen Mo stretched out his arm and pointed at Yang Laosan with his index finger and middle finger.

As the person concerned, Yang Laosan didn't understand what was going on, as soon as he got up, he was kicked to the ground by Lao He, and then Lao He set his eyes on Chen Mo's body, he knew the grievances between Yang Laosan and Chen Mo, and also understood that it was Chen Mo who saved Chuyang, so he planned to let Chen Mo deal with Yang Laosan.

Without waiting for Chen Mo to react, Zhao Hu took two steps forward with a pistol in his hand, and when Yang Laosan approached, a shot pierced Yang Laosan's thigh muscles, "Whew!" Yang Laosan instantly let out a miserable scream: "Little rabbit cub!"

"you!" Zhao Hu retracted his arm and pulled out his gun, and the blood suddenly flowed out like a small fountain, and in the blink of an eye, the entire trouser leg was stained red with blood.

Without stopping, Zhao Hu stabbed and pulled again, and Yang Laosan's entire thigh was pierced into a hornet's nest.

Chen Mo hurriedly stopped and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Hu.

"Uncle, this old B lamp dares to go against you, you see me draining his blood today!"

"Alright, you don't have to do this. Chen Mo said this, he didn't think Zhao Hu was too ruthless, but he felt that Zhao Hu was still young and it was not appropriate for him to do it.

Yang Laosan had already fainted from pain, Chen Mo stepped forward and kicked him twice, seeing that he didn't react, his brows furrowed: "Dead?"

Seeing that he still didn't react, Chen Mo said again: "Since you don't speak, then I'll treat you as dead and throw it into the river to feed the fish!"

While speaking, Chen Mo grabbed his ankle and was about to drag him to the river, Yang Laosan couldn't pretend anymore, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't ......"

"You're not dead?" Chen Mo stepped on his wound.

Yang Laosan didn't move, he really fainted to death now, and he didn't know if he could live, because Zhao Hu was very ruthless just now, he poked a lot of holes, and now he was still bleeding, and Yang Laosan was already pale at this time.

Not far away, the onlookers on the road were already dumbfounded, and those who remained neutral wanted to see who would have the last laugh in the duel between Chen Mo and Yang Laosan.

A considerable number of them thought that Chen Mo would lose, because Yang Laosan's name had been ringing in Cloud City for more than ten years, and no matter how powerful Chen Mo was, he was just a rising star who had risen recently.

They didn't expect Yang Laosan to lose, and he lost so badly.

It seems that the underground forces of Cloud City are going to change the sky in the future, and it is not right to say this, because Chu Yang is not dead, whether Chu Yang will reappear in the rivers and lakes, and whether Chen Mo will take this opportunity to announce his status to the underground forces of Cloud City, these things are not easy to guess.

The purpose of their coming here, in addition to watching the excitement, is also to see if it is profitable, I thought that if Yang Laosan was defeated, the underground forces in Cloud City would be leaderless, and they would all be able to get involved in oil and water, it seems that this hope is gone, because they really saw Chen Mo's power today, plus Chu Yang did not die, they also put away that greedy heart.

And the most disturbing person is Wu Chen, who was mixed in the crowd, he was very shocked and surprised by today's result, spewed a mouthful of dirty words, and then drove away, I don't know whether to scold Yang Laosan or Chen Mo.

Less than 200 meters away, Wu Chen's mobile phone on the dashboard vibrate, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was a text message, a few short words: "Angkor, I'm sorry, we didn't succeed." ”

After reading the text message, Wu Chen only felt a depressed breath in his body rushing to his head, he couldn't help it anymore, he looked up to the sky and yelled, bang! A loud noise came, a sand tractor rushed out of the intersection and slammed directly on the front of the car, Wu Chen reacted quickly and hurriedly slammed the steering wheel, but the car was driving at high speed, and the result was that after the car drove a few meters, it directly rolled over into the ditch on the side of the road.

Fortunately, there was a lot of water in the ditch, more than half a meter deep, which reduced the intensity of the impact a lot, but it also made Wu Chen dizzy, and the airbags popped out, Wu Chen crawled out scolding, and scolded the tractor driver: "Dog N, can you drive?"

The driver was a middle-aged man, wearing a yellowed white shirt, a straw hat on his head, old Beijing cloth shoes on his feet, black pants and patches, a typical image of an old peasant, but he smelled of alcohol, and he should have finished drinking and worked again.

Hearing Wu Chen's scolding, the man who wanted to apologize glared at him, took off his old Beijing cloth shoes and smashed it at his head: "You are looking for death so quickly, and you still blame me?"

Wu Chen turned his head away and covered his nose: "Are you rural people educated!"

"I'm not educated? I was going to take you to the hospital, but you said I wasn't educated, right?"

The middle-aged man jumped to the ditch without saying a word, grabbed Wu Chen's head and pressed it into the water, the gurgling bubbles mixed with the mud and sand came from the water, more than ten seconds later, the man raised his arm, and Wu Chen, whose head was above the water, scolded again: "Fuck, you let go of my ......"

The man pressed him into the water again, and after going back and forth more than ten times, Wu Chen stopped scolding, because he was almost out of breath.

"What? still want to call the police?" the man pointed to the telephone pole not far away: "Do you see the camera?

"You're drinking, it's a drunk driver!"

"Oh, then you call the police, let me tell you, my son is the current village chief, and my younger brother works in the town, even if you call the police now, when the police come, the smell of alcohol on my body will be gone, and I can't detect it!"

Wu Chen was dumbfounded, because the smell of alcohol on the middle-aged man's body was not serious, he still had this relationship, and the camera had already filmed the impact of his speeding, so he had to admit it.

The man drove the tractor away, Wu Chen looked at the Mercedes-Benz sedan that overturned on the ditch and wanted to cry without tears, not to mention how much the maintenance fee would cost, but now it is a problem to get it on the road.