The black shadow was extremely fast, and Rao is Chen Mo pushed the speed to the extreme, and he could only follow him thirty meters away.

However, Chen Mo did not give up the chase, because he knew that this person was coming for him.

The location of the funeral parlor is on the edge of the city, and the two of them chase after me, and after half an hour, they have run to the barren mountains and mountains.

The more the black shadow ran, the more it aroused Chen Mo's curiosity.

Who the hell is this man, and why did you secretly photograph him?

At this time, Chen Mo was already a god-level master, although he was only half an hour away, he had been running rapidly, his internal strength was obviously insufficient, and his forehead had begun to sweat.

The person in front of him seemed very relaxed, looking back from time to time.

This caused Chen Mo to be even more puzzled, he could see that the black shadow's skills were not under him, but why didn't he stop, did he want to lure himself here?

After continuing to chase for more than ten minutes, most of the internal strength at the dantian was consumed, Chen Mo gritted his teeth and insisted, and after another half an hour, the internal strength was less than one-tenth.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Chen Mo stopped.

After Chen Mo stopped, the black shadow also stopped, came back to his senses, opened his mouth and smiled disdainfully at him, and hooked his index finger, the meaning of provocation was very obvious.

Chen Mo was shocked, he was really fooled.

The black shadow just wanted to lure him here and consume the internal strength of his dantian, even if he was a god-level master, what if he didn't have the blessing of internal strength, his skills could only be on par with the second-rate masters.

Now Chen Modan's internal strength in the field is less than one-tenth, and if he encounters an attack at this time, he is afraid that he will not be able to retreat with his whole body.

The reason why he has this kind of thought is because Chen Mo gave the black gold card to Wei Ziqian before, once the bank card transaction occurs, Gao Xian will definitely know that Chen Mo is still alive in this world, and in order to avoid long nights and dreams, he will inevitably come over to assassinate him.

Chen Mo sent someone to send Zhang Dabiao to protect Wei Ziqian for this reason.

At this time, Chen Mo was not only worried about his own safety, but also worried about Wei Ziqian and Zhang Dabiao.

Although Zhang Dabiao said that the Xuantian Vein was congenitally open and belonged to a martial arts wizard, he was not proficient in Bajiquan, and his skills were at best on par with the third-level master.

If Gao Xian wanted to make a move on Wei Ziqian, he would definitely send a master over, this was not something that Zhang Dabiao could stop at all, it was when Chen Mo broke through to the god-level master, Gao Xian didn't know where to find a strange person, and sealed his seven meridians and eight veins with a strange martial art.

Not to mention preventing it, even self-preservation is a problem.

Sure enough, perhaps seeing Chen Mo's exhaustion, the black shadow slowly lowered his arm and walked towards him.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and felt the internal strength in his body.

Then he looked at the man, who walked steadily, and did not show any tiredness.

It's impossible to escape, and if you want to survive, you have to fight to the death.

Although the chance of success is very small, there is hope, and if you don't fight, you can only sit on the ground and wait for death.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo urged the dantian, and all the remaining internal energy poured into his right hand.

There is no doubt that Chen Mo's approach is a bit desperate.

Because at this moment, there is not much internal strength left in his dantian, if this palm does not repel the black shadow, then Chen Mo can only be captured and slaughtered.

There's no way around it.

Then the distance between the black shadows got closer and closer, and Chen Mo's brows suddenly trembled, because he felt that this person's figure was very familiar.

"Chen Mo, it's me. ”

Hearing this voice, Chen Mo's brows became soothed, and his internal strength converged on his dantian.

The person who spoke was not someone else, it was Luo Yonglie, the housekeeper of the Chen family during the Jinghua period.

"Uncle Luo, why are you ......?"

At this time, Chen Mo was full of questions, he didn't understand why Luo Yonglie wanted to secretly photograph him, let alone bring him to this place.

Without waiting for Chen Mo to ask, Luo Yonglie said with a smile: "The last time you went to me and asked me if I had gone back to the refining formula of the Divine Pill, I wanted to see if your body had recovered and whether your strength had improved, and now it seems that you have been promoted to a god-level master." ”

"I'm ashamed, although it is a god-level, but compared to Uncle Luo, it is not a little worse. ”

This is not flattery, but the truth, Luo Yonglie has been promoted to a god-level master for many years, and although Chen Mo is also a god-level master, the time is not long, and he was injured before, and his strength is only a little stronger than that of a grandmaster-level master.

An hour later, somewhere there was a small restaurant private room.

There are no good dishes, just two meat and two vegetables, plus a bottle of cheap liquor.

Chen Mo poured wine for Luo Yonglie, and the two chatted while drinking, all of which were inconsequential topics, Chen Mo really knew that Luo Yonglie must have something important when he came this time, but he didn't ask.

A bottle of liquor quickly bottomed out, Chen Mo pressed his hands on the table, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked tentatively, "Why not?"

"One bottle doesn't seem to be enough!"

"Then another bottle!"

A bottle of cheap liquor came up again, and in less than half an hour, it was drunk again.

Chen Mo is not a good amount of alcohol, the last time he fought with Chen Jianwen, it was because Chen Mo used internal strength to force the alcohol out through internal strength.

Therefore, both of them were a little drunk, but they were not drunk, they just had ruddy faces.

There weren't many dishes, so Chen Mo handed Luo Yonglie a cigarette, lit it for him, took one himself, took a puff, and asked unhurriedly: "Uncle Luo, you have something to do with me!"

Luo Yonglie had been smoking and didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until a cigarette was finished that he spoke slowly: "There is indeed something, Chen Jin came to me a few days ago, and he asked me to pass on all what I have learned all my life to him, which I postponed for the time being." ”

Hearing this, Chen Mo frowned.

Luo Yonglie is a god-level master, although he is already in his sixties, but because of the internal strength of the dantian in his body, this makes him look like he is only in his early fifties, if the internal strength suddenly disappears, then Luo Yonglie will age rapidly.

Moreover, the injuries he had suffered before were nothing to him as a god-level master, but once he lost the internal strength that a god-level master possessed, the injuries accumulated over decades would recur.

In this way, the whole person is not far from death.

Moreover, Chen Jin is not even a third-rate master, and the Xuantian Vein has not been opened, if he is forcibly transported by a god-level master, then he will bleed to death.