"Which basket of shells do you want to start with?" Ao Mo sneered.

Wang San yelled angrily:

"Okay, you Ji Mo, you dare to tease me!"

"You must not have picked up these forty baskets of shells, and you didn't pick up a single shell until noon! ”

Ao Mo smiled coldly:

"What? If you can't do it yourself, you have to blame others for not being able to do it?"

"Don't take your crap mind at me! I'm not like you. ”

"You!" Wang San's face flushed with anger,

The rest of the disciples couldn't help but snicker when they saw the deflated appearance of the bully Wang San: When did Ji Mo's mouth become so poisonous, Wang San was speechless!

"Ji Mo, I think you're really tired and crooked. Do you still think you're the one you used to be? You're just a handyman stuck in the Wind Primal Realm Fivefold now. Today I want to let you know what it is, a hairless phoenix is not as good as a chicken, and the tiger is bullied by dogs in Pingyang. ”

Wang San was completely furious, such a disciple who had fallen to the point of daring to do miscellaneous work dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head?

Is it true that he is a vegetarian? Is that iron rod with a thick bowl mouth a joke?

"Brother Wang, don't you need to be real, didn't the boss say that you still want to spare his life?"

But Wang San was already furious, and directly pushed Senior Sister Zhou away, picked up the iron rod he had purchased in his hand and approached Ao Mo.

"Yo, Ji Mo is unlucky this time. ”

"Wang San's iron rod is not a joke. It is said that his practice of the "White Stick Technique" is related to his stick method, and now he is a cultivator at the peak of the ninefold peak of the Wind Beginning Realm, and the power of the stick method is by no means something that a miscellaneous disciple like us can bear. ”

All the disciples mourned silently for Ao Mo, but Ao Mo himself seemed to be nothing. Stand where you are, neither flee nor hide.

"Boy, it's too late to be scared now!" Wang San laughed fiercely, he thought that Ao Mo was so frightened that he gave up resisting, "If I don't beat you to a cripple today, I can't get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

"Stinky boy, eat my stick!"

Wang San's hand fell with a stick, and the iron rod, which originally weighed hundreds of catties, was blessed by the aura of the white stick exercise, and it was even more powerful.

"Boom!"

The power of the blow was so great that the whole earth trembled.

The splashed dust made all the disciples frightened, and Wang San was even more excited: My white stick technique is already so powerful, even if Ji Mo's kid is not dead, he will be crippled.

But it didn't take long for Wang San to be proud, and the nasty poisonous tongue in the dust began to speak again:

"It's quite powerful, but it's a pity that it's not the head."

Ao Mo sneered, he leaned sideways slightly, and dodged Wang San's blow with all his might.

"Impossible!" Wang San's anger that had just dissipated surged again, "You must have been even more coincidental to dodge, and eat me again!"

"Boom!"

It's another stick, it's more powerful, but the ending is still the same:

"Tut, what a stupid big guy with no strength and strength! I can't even hit it when I stand in front of you. ”

Ao Mo smiled more and more contemptuously, and his attitude became more and more arrogant, which made Wang San, who had always been domineering, feel a burst of weakness and fear rise in his heart.

In fact, Wang San's strength is not weak, even stronger than the four disciples of the Wind Initial Realm Ninefold who besieged Ao Mo before! But Wang San, who is extremely strong, has a fatal shortcoming: speed.

The white stick exercise practiced by Wang San is a strength-type physical exercise, although it is quite powerful, it is blunt and simple, and full of loopholes! Especially the speed of the move, it is too slow, which gives Ao Mo the capital to tease Wang San wantonly.

You must know that Ji Mo's physical body, which has been transformed by the soul dragon, has the peak strength of the Wind Primal Realm, which in itself is not inferior to Wang San. Coupled with the experience of the geniuses of the dragon clan in Ao Mo's previous life, it was not too easy to crush Wang San.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could he not hit with a single stick, how could this kid's luck be so good?!"

Wang San was completely desperate, and the iron rod in his hand was beating indiscriminately, completely losing his discipline.

"It's so boring! I'd better get rid of you quickly!"

Ao Mo yawned wantonly while dodging Wang San's stick technique.

The spiritual power in his hand was condensed, and a cold artistic conception began to transform, freezing the fallen leaves around Piao.

"This is!?" Some of the older disciples who had been in the sect for a long time were shocked, this trick was a bit familiar, as if the head of the Baisha Sect had also used this trick.

"Han Dan Jue!"

After Wang San attacked a hundred sticks and thousands of sticks, Ao Mo finally made a move.

His right hand slapped out a gentle palm, although this palm was soft and weak, it lacked the cold aura that Ao Mo had cultivated in the sea abyss.

"Broken!"

The cold is incomparable, and the cold breaks the enemy!

Wang San's clothes and shoulders were all frozen by the cold, and they were shattered!

"Ahh

Wang San howled in pain and completely lost his ability to fight.

His right arm was already exposed to Sensen's white bones, frozen by the cold. If you don't hurry up the treatment, I'm afraid I won't be able to pick up that iron rod for the rest of my life.

"Brother Wang!" the chubby senior sister helped Wang San up sadly, and the rest of the disciples also looked at Ao Mo in disbelief.

"Why?

Ao Mo sneered incomparably, and walked into Wang San step by step.

"You! you ......"

Wang San fell to the ground, and there was no longer any domineering on his face, there was only fear, endless fear.

But Ao Mo didn't just let him go! Either don't do it, or do it absolutely, otherwise Ao Mo's work tonight will be in vain.

"Didn't you say you're going to cripple me?

Ao Mo regained his rebelliousness as a dragon in his previous life, and stepped on Wang San's chubby face.

All the miscellaneous disciples were shocked to the extreme, they never dreamed that Ao Mo would be able to overturn Wang San. I couldn't imagine that Ji Mo, who was once cowardly and bulliful, still had such a rebellious side.

"All the disciples present have listened to me, I know what you think of me. A closed disciple who has been abolished! A down-and-out genius! An outcast who has been targeted by his master!"

"But I also want you to know that in my opinion, you are all a swarm of ants, just like Wang San, who can easily be trampled under my feet. If you dare to provoke me and make it difficult for me, your fate will be the same as Wang San, and you will be crippled and destroyed by me!"

"Remember what I said, I, Ji Mo, will do what I say!"

Aomo's words are proud, and his actions are crisp!

As soon as the words fell, he stepped on Wang San's frozen shoulder bone, making his decades of hard work in cultivation burn, and he didn't want to pick up an iron rod again in this life.

"Brother Wang!"

The chubby Sister Zhou screamed heartbreakingly, but Ao Mo did not regret it at all:

Since Wang San has the idea of abolishing himself, he should also have the consciousness of being abolished by himself.

Today, Ao Mo left Wang Sanyi alive, not because of mercy, but to deter and deter those miscellaneous disciples who planned to make things difficult for Ao Mo.

Wang San will definitely not be the only troublemaker, Hongya will inevitably shoot batch after batch of miscellaneous disciples to entangle Ao Mo!

Therefore, Aomo needs to stand up and let all the troublemakers understand the cost and consequences of making difficulties. You can listen to the above words to rectify me, but as long as you dare to rectify me, I dare to abolish you.

"That's right! There is also a box of spirit stones, which is regarded as my hard work today!"

Aomo not only has the arrogance of the dragon clan, but also learned the cheekiness of the human race!

A box of spirit stones, when this group of outer disciples, they will take it when they say it.

But even if Ao Mo took it, none of the disciples had an opinion. Because now in their hearts, Ao Mo has replaced Wang San and become another overlord of this piece.

The law of the jungle is an eternal truth.

Aomo's arrogance is understandable.

......

"Tsk, just a few broken spirit stones!"

Back in the small firewood room, Ao Mo discarded the box containing the spirit stones and took out the spirit stones inside.

"It's only five or six! And they're all the worst-quality low-grade spirit stones. ”

Ao Mo raised his forehead, he was really fed up with the shabby of human beings.

He used to be in the Dragon Palace, and he could take a fist-sized spirit crystal at any time! Where had he ever seen such a low-grade spirit stone?

Ao Mo felt a deep headache, how can this kind of low-grade spirit stone be used?

Things like spirit crystals and spirit stones were originally used to assist in cultivation, and when meditating at night, putting a piece of spirit crystal on the dragon's horn can stabilize cultivation and improve strength. This is what Ao Mo did in his previous life, and according to memory, human cultivation is also doing this.

What is puzzling to Ao Mo is that the spirit stone has too many impurities compared to the spirit crystal.

The purity of the spirit crystal is extremely high, and there are basically no impurities! And there are many impurities in the spirit stones, especially the low-grade spirit stones, which are almost all impurities, and there is no spiritual energy at all.

How can this kind of thing assist in cultivation?! After using it, aren't you afraid of tarnishing your aura?

I really don't know what the Terrans think?

Ao Mo wondered, anyway, he, the second generation of dragons, couldn't understand the practices of poor human cultivators, and he wouldn't risk his own cultivation in embarrassment.

"Let's spend some effort and go to the Dantang to exchange for the pill!"

Ao Mo hesitated for a long time, and finally made a decision.

Ao Mo knew that as long as it was a Xuanmen sect, there would inevitably be a place like Dantang, which was all to pay tribute to Taiqing Taishang Laojun, one of the founders of Xuanmen Sanqing.

Since Taishang Laojun established the Tushi Palace, the Dan Dao has been created all the way! Spirit pills, fairy pills, golden pills, ghost pills, heavenly pills, etc., all kinds of things have emerged one after another, helping the Terran monks to overcome too many difficulties and solve one problem after another!

As a result, all the Xuanmen sects in later generations have set up alchemy Dan Hall, whether it is a human teaching, expounding the religion or intercepting the teaching, they will set up a statue of Taishang Laojun to express their respect for this Xuanmen Dandao master.

Taking pills is also the best way to assist in cultivation, and there is no one.

"Let's go and replace the pill tomorrow! ”

A faint smile appeared on Ao Mo's face, although the matter of disguise was a little shy, it was still very important.