As soon as he was sent home by Xiaolin, before Chen Mo got out of the car, he received a phone call that surprised him.

It turned out to be his cheap apprentice Wang Xiaofeng.

Wang Xiaofeng said on the phone that he had set up a banquet at the Huadu Hotel, and by the way, it was the apprenticeship, which was regarded as the apprenticeship banquet, but Wang Xiaofeng was on the phone and seemed to have something to say.

Chen Mo looked at the time, and half past eight was not too late, so he nodded and agreed.

After sending off Xiaolin, I drove to Huadu Hotel.

As soon as I arrived at the door of Huadu Hotel, I saw Wang Xiaofeng with a plaster on his hand.

Why didn't I see him for a few days, and his hand was broken?

"Who hit it?"

Chen Mo was curious, Wang Xiaofeng's strength was still quite strong, that time he attacked himself in the alley, and he saw that Wang Xiaofeng's external skills had reached the extreme, but there was no suitable internal strength, but could anyone else in this Jiangcheng do anything to Wang Xiaofeng, and he also broke his hand?

Seeing that Wang Xiaofeng didn't answer, Chen Mo didn't ask much, and followed Wang Xiaofeng into the hotel.

"It seems that you didn't specialize in apprenticeship today, did you? ”

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you, Master. Wang Xiaofeng was not annoyed when he was exposed in person, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I did encounter a little trouble, and I want to ask Master for help." ”

"Let's talk about it bluntly, if you can help, you won't refuse. Chen Mo bowed slightly, his impression of Wang Xiaofeng was still good.

Wang Xiaofeng motioned to other irrelevant people to go down, and when most of them left, there were only two people left in the entire private room.

He smiled bitterly: "In the early years, I had an opponent in Jiangcheng, who was forced by me to go to other places, and now that he is back, he has smashed my three fields and injured Brother No. 20 and 30, and even I am not his opponent." Zhou Tianhao said hatefully.

"If you encounter difficulties, look for the police uncle, why are you looking for me, let me beat him. Chen Mo smiled dumbly and said teasingly.

"Hey, it's not as simple as Master thinks, in our line of work, we pay the most attention to face. Wang Xiaofeng sighed, paused for a while and continued: "My opponent came back alone this time, I don't know where to learn a body of kung fu, his skills are extremely powerful, and he only hurts people, dozens of people can't stop him, and I think it's enough to find the police." ”

"Oh?" Saying this, Chen Mo was a little interested, Wang Xiaofeng was already the strength of the day after tomorrow, and asked, "How is that person's skills compared to me?"

Wang Xiaofeng recalled the scene at that time, and said with a wry smile: "I haven't seen him for a few years, and now he is so terrifying, I can't even take a punch from him, I have been in Jiangcheng for more than ten years, and I have never seen such a master." ”

After speaking, he looked at Chen Mo and continued: "Of course, it is naturally incomparable with the master, I have also sent someone to investigate, he seems to be very close to Jinbao.....

Chen Mo nodded, didn't say anything more, and already understood what Wang Xiaofeng meant.

There are some guesses in my heart, Wang Xiaofeng's opponent should have reached the early stage of congenital, he is an acquired consummation, of course he is not an opponent in the congenital stage, and it is normal to be put down with one punch.

"That man asked me to meet at the edge of the Forgotten River tonight, and asked Master to help. After Wang Xiaofeng finished speaking, he bowed to Chen Mo.

This matter seemed to be inseparable from itself, Chen Mo nodded and agreed:

"Yes. ”

At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open, and the first person who walked in was a middle-aged man in a black practice uniform, he walked with a dragon and a bright eye, followed by a group of young people who looked like apprentices.

At this time, Wang Xiaofeng's dog leg took the initiative to introduce: "Boss, this is the big master I told you, Master Zhen Weiwu Zhen of the Mighty Martial Arts Gym, a well-known figure in our Jiangcheng martial arts world." ”

And Zhen Weiwu glanced at Chen Mo, and seemed to find that Chen Mo snorted coldly: "Are you looking for such a hairy boy?"

"Boss Wang, it seems that you still don't know who your opponent is. Zhen Weiwu shook his head and said disdainfully: "Like your subordinates, no matter how much they come, they are not enough for the other party to fight." His strength is beyond your imagination, and he is not at all something that ordinary people can deal with. ”

"Oh, Master Zhen, what do you say?" Wang Xiaofeng asked strangely, he only knew that there were masters in the house, but the others did not know.

Chen Mo smiled, did not refute, and watched this Master Zhen "speak".

He remembered that Old Man Cao once said that there were not many innate masters in the entire Jiangcheng, except for the owners of several major sects, and he also mentioned Zhen Weiwu of this Mighty Martial Arts Pavilion, but this person's strength was low, and he was only in the early stage of congenitalism, and he couldn't enter Old Man Cao's eyes at all.

Zhen Weiwu didn't even look at Chen Mo at this time, as if he thought it was just a little minion with internal strength, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, looked at Wang Xiaofeng and said slowly:

"I don't know if Boss Wang has heard of the innate martial artist?"

"Innate Martial Artist?" Wang Xiaofeng frowned and pondered, "It seems that I have heard of it somewhere." ”

After thinking about it carefully, his body was shocked, isn't that Luo Bairen's feeling in the middle of the congenital stage?

"You mean, that person is an innate martial artist?"

Zhen Weiwu nodded and said: "There are only a handful of people who have cultivated innate in today's world, such a character is not something that ordinary people can keep at all, even if you point a gun at him, he can kill you before you shoot." ”

After speaking, he took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "Of course, the innate master is not the apex of martial arts, there are martial arts real people above the congenital, that is really a fairy-like character, it is said that martial arts real people are not even afraid of sniper rifles, the world is so big, where is the martial arts real people can't go." ”

Wang Xiaofeng seemed to hear the Arabian Nights, and said in disbelief: "Is there really such an exaggeration as Master Zhen said?

"Huh. Zhen Weiwu smiled proudly.

Stretched out a hand and pressed it lightly on the table, and when he withdrew his hand, the whole hall suddenly gasped.

I saw a deep palm print left on the table, nearly five centimeters deep, and the palm print was clearly visible.

"This ..... This... Is it a congenital master?" Wang Xiaofeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Cold sweat broke out in my heart: "If such a hand is pressed on me, then I will not die on the spot?"

Chen Mo watched from the side, just shaking his head and smiling.

Wang Xiaofeng also noticed Chen Mo's movements, yes, his master put down Luo Bairen with one move, saying that he was not a congenital master, and he didn't believe it!

And Zhen Weiwu's hand just instilled true qi in his hand and secretly shattered the table, the surface of this table is plastic, so it is so easy to be destroyed, like Chen Mo's fist style with a random punch can penetrate the century-old tree, which is higher than Zhen Weiwu's hand I don't know where it went.

Although he knew that his master was also a congenital master, he still had to give Zhen Weiwu a little face, and hurriedly said: "It turns out that Master Zhen is also a congenital master, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

At this time, the owners of all the major sects in Jiangcheng gathered in the venue.

A figure in the field stood proudly with white beard and white hair, looking like he was seventy or eighty years old, but he was a crane with a childish face, if he didn't look closely, it was difficult not to see his actual age, a navy blue robe from the Republic of China, and a pair of black cloth shoes.

Standing in the ring, he has the style of a grandmaster, a pair of eyes flashing like thunder and lightning, and one is open to capture people's souls.

"The old man is here today for only one thing, and that is to inform everyone here that in the future, I will have the final say in the Jiangcheng martial arts world!"

The sound of the three waves of the pen is not loud, but it can be heard by everyone present.

"Old fellow, you will listen to you when you say that you will listen to you? Are you really afraid that Lao Tzu will not succeed?" Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a hot temper stood up and took out a pistol and pointed it at the old man.

After all, it's the age of thermal weapons, and no matter how powerful you are, you can still beat bullets!

Without further ado, he directly pulled the trigger, bang, three shots in a row, shooting directly at the old man's face and leaving.

It was only after the first gunshot rang out that a layer of black light lit up on the three waves, and the three bullets hit the black light, sparks shot out, and the bullets were directly bounced away.

If Chen Mo was here, he could see that this old man was already in the realm of Fake Dan.

"Hiss~" Everyone in the audience suddenly gasped, and many people opened their mouths in fright.

Is there really anyone in this world who can stop bullets? If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes today, who would have believed it?

The body of the pen Sanlang is like a ghost, and the tip of his toes quickly swept towards the person who fired the shot, like a goshawk pounced on a meat rabbit, the speed is unimaginable.

When everyone came back to their senses, Bi Sanlang had already returned to the center of the field, but Bi Sanlang grabbed a bloody arm in his hand and threw it to the ground, it was the arm of the person who shot him, and he was still holding a silver desert vulture in his palm.

The audience was silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

There is no one on the field who is not ruthless, but no matter how ruthless he is, he is afraid of death!

This is directly killing chickens and monkeys, threatening everyone!

The person who shot just now was also a figure in the Jiangcheng martial arts world, but now he was so miserable that he didn't even scream when he died.

Suddenly, everyone felt their scalps tingle, shuddered, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

"Today, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass this hurdle. Liu Zhenghong cried and laughed, even if Old Man Cao was there, but with the hand of the pen Sanlang just now, he felt that Old Man Cao did not have much chance of winning.

"That young man named Chen Mo may be able to defeat Bi Sanlang?" Liu Zhenghong's eyes lit up, and he still had a glimmer of hope for Chen Mo.

But in his eyes, Chen Mo was at most an innate Great Perfection, after all, the other party was too powerful.

No matter how powerful a young man is, how powerful can he be? Could it be that he has started cultivating since his mother's womb?

This is a person walking into the hall, seeing Bi Sanlang in the middle of the stage, he hurriedly ran to him and whispered a few words.

This person is officially Wang Xiaofeng's opponent, and he is also Bi Sanlang's apprentice.

"Today, you will see that some things are not groundless, not legends, just now that is the so-called light work, some things can not be explained by science, that is the treasure left by our ancestors!"

"The real Chinese martial arts, the real grandmaster, the great grandmaster who returned from abroad, Wan Yangjun!"