Yang Bo was wearing a practice uniform, he was about thirty years old, and he seemed to have a bit of inner brilliance, as if he was about to take off at any time.

He is an inheritor of ancient arts.

An extremely ancient lineage, many masters, often come from them.

At this time.

He stood there, listened to Zheng Wencheng's introduction without being arrogant or humble, smiled, and said to Zheng Xiaoyuan and Zheng Guodong: "It turned out to be the son and miss of the Zheng family, and they are polite here." ”

He didn't salute, he just hugged his fists.

But.

Just when Zheng Guodong was unhappy and wanted to speak.

He suddenly looked up, and a flame erupted from his two fists.

Cracking sound!

The flames were so real that they seemed to burn right in front of your eyes.

Followed by.

The flames slowly dissipated.

After that, he stretched out his two palms and said, "Since we met, when there is a meeting gift, the little jade pendant is not a respect, please smile." ”

Zheng Guodong and Zheng Xiaoyuan were surprised, listened to his words, quickly came back to their senses, and looked at his palm with burning eyes.

Among the two palms, there happened to be a small jade pendant in each hand, which looked extremely warm and moist, as if there was a flow of brilliance.

The two were taken aback, and they wanted to ask Zheng Wencheng where he had invited this master.

"Since the master gave it to you, take it, Master Yang is a rare master, and he is extremely prestigious in Tiannan Province, if it weren't for my plea, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come out of the mountain at all, and this time I came out for the sake of our old man." Zheng Wencheng introduced a sentence next to him, and then slapped his nephew and niece casually, as if to say, why don't you hurry up and accept it?

The two of them hurriedly stretched out their hands and each took the contents of his palms.

Something was sent.

Yang Bo stood with his hands in his hands, like a grandmaster.

Immediately after, he glanced at Fang Mo coldly, and said, "Why can you be here like this?

After this sentence came out, Zheng Wencheng understood it instantly.

He was just thinking about why this master suddenly wanted to show such a hand, it turned out that it was because he saw Fang Mo.

However, what Zheng Wencheng was most puzzled about was what attracted Fang Mo to him?

As a matter of fact.

Zheng Wencheng sensed Fang Mo's dusty temperament, which was exactly the same as him, so he felt that this person was his own kind.

Most of the inheritors of ancient arts are more open-minded, but he Yang Bo is an exception.

He has a narrow-minded personality and does not see any good of his kind.

Whenever I see it, I will inevitably be sarcastic.

It seems that this is the only way to prove that you are unfathomable.

All the time.

That's what he did.

So.

Just now he showed his hand in front of Fang Mo, in order to deter this person.

Someone may ask.

How could he, a small crippled inheritor, sense Fang Mo's power?

I have to say something here.

Actually, he didn't sense it, but just a subconscious feeling.

After all, Fang Mo's temperament is really too weak, just like everything in the world is not in his eyes, and the cycle of life and death is never in his eyes.

That alone was enough to make him suspicious.

In addition, he knew about the affairs of the Zheng family and knew Zheng Gao's physical condition, so of course he would directly suspect it.

I have to say.

There are some benefits to this narrow-mindedness.

A person like an ant can actually sense the majesty of the immortal saint, which is really amazing.

"That, this master can't see outsiders, or you ...... first" Zheng Wencheng didn't say anything too embarrassing, and he wouldn't do that.

After all, people who have been crawling and rolling will not be embarrassed by others at will, let alone let others not get off the stage.

That's something you should never do.

Even if Fang Mo might just be an ordinary person, he wouldn't either.

Where can the people who Zheng Gaochan personally teach?

It's just that the ability doesn't work.

This may be because he didn't suffer too much when he was a child, which led to his deviation, except for being able to pick up people and deal with some ordinary things, the rest is really not good.

"Oh, it's not known when death is imminent, but you dare to talk to me like this, don't you, do you want to find death?"

Start with just now.

Fang Mo has always been very calm, even if he saw that Yang Bo was targeting him, it was the same.

However, through the observation just now, he found that this Master Yang was really deadly.

Obviously, he was already seriously injured, but he still had to force himself to make a very good performance, which was simply looking for death.

"What did you say?" Yang Bo instantly became angry.

He subconsciously wanted to make a move.

But.

Right now.

But he felt a pair of eyes with infinite murderous intent, and in these eyes, there was a flicker of disregard for the whole world.

That's a kind of being on top.

It's like a clay stone sculpture!

Followed by.

Fang Mo just took a slight step forward, and Yang Bo felt that a sea of corpses and blood appeared in front of him, and at the end of everything, this young man looked at him like a god, like looking at an ant.

"Er, can you be guilty?!"

Thundered!

Yang Bo only felt that all his spiritual defenses had collapsed, and he just wanted to kneel down now.

Of course.

And he did, not only did he do it, but he was also kowtowing, his cheeks were full of fear, and his eyes seemed to have lost all focus.

It happened too suddenly, even Zheng Wencheng didn't react.

By the time he reacted, the situation in front of him had taken a turn for the worse.

Fang Mo, who he thought he would be taught a lesson just now, stood there like a javelin at this time, just glaring at Yang Bo with his eyes, but a puddle of water stains began to appear under the latter's body, and his expression was more like seeing some prehistoric giant beast.

Zheng Wencheng looked at his nephew and niece, but found that the two of them obediently lowered their heads, and they also lost the jade pendant casually.

They know!

Yes, they must know how terrible this man is.

But why, didn't they say it before?

Zheng Wencheng could already guess seven or eight points by looking at the expressions and performances of the two, and he felt that these two people must know something.

If you don't know.

I'm afraid it won't behave like this.

Thinking of this, he stopped meddling, but stood quietly and waited.

Yang Bo.

He was a master just now, but at this time, he felt that he was starting to fall rapidly.

Thundered!

Thundered!

One wild abyss after another was directly pierced by him.

Eventually, he was found in an eerie and terrifying space. All around, there were all kinds of outstretched hands.

Above the head.

I don't know how far away, a pair of eyes as vast as the universe are staring at him tightly.

He peed.

And the next moment, he fainted directly.

He still muttered in his mouth: "I am guilty, I am guilty, I beg the gods to spare my life, I ask the gods to spare my life......"