Chen Mo originally planned to be tactful and ask who was more powerful, and then thought about it, this is all in Zhanyang's territory, what else is Sven?

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

The people of Zhanyang are extremely infighting, and the Fang family, as one of the best families in the same ranks, also cultivates the palm method, and has already competed with the Mo family in the neighboring village for several generations.

The old man's name is Fang Changfeng, the only remaining elder of the Fang family, a real old immortal. Mo Qinggu was two generations younger than him, and the old man couldn't help but blow his beard and stare at him when Chen Mo asked him like this.

"My old man doesn't bully the juniors, you let Mo Qinggu come, I'll play with him with one hand!" Fang Changfeng hasn't done anything with anyone for decades, and his family is full of children and grandchildren, so where can he get his turn.

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "Old man, you misunderstood. My friend is also a member of the Mo family, and if he wants to compete with Mo Qinggu's son for the patriarch, it is estimated that he will not be able to beat others. I want to ask you for advice, how can I break his family's kung fu? ”

"That's what I mean." Fang Changfeng suddenly sank his face, turned around and left, "Their own family's affairs, I'm too lazy for an outsider to interfere, you will die of this heart!" ”

"Don't play with your phone anymore?" Chen Mo asked.

Fang Changfeng gritted his teeth, but he didn't look back, and sneered: "The little doll still comes with me like this!" No matter how playful my old man is, he can't break the rules......"

Before he finished speaking, he only heard five explosions of "pop bang" behind him, and the whole person suddenly stiffened into stone.

Paitou Village, where Fang's family is located, is only separated from Tianmen Village by a small river, and when Chen Mo was brought back to his ancestral house by Fang Changfeng, twenty or thirty young people were chatting in the rice field at the gate, and their sturdy physique made them look like a large group of leopards basking in the sun.

Seeing Fang Changfeng coming back, the young men all stood up respectfully. The old man didn't raise his eyelids, and hurriedly dragged Chen Mo into the house, slamming the door shut.

"Show me one more time?" Fang Changfeng had already thrown some mobile game out of the clouds, glaring at Chen Mo as if he was going to eat people.

Chen Mo could clearly feel the majestic aura on the old man's body surging like a frenzy in the angry sea, obviously his emotions were unstable to the extreme. The huge gap in strength has caused the Ares robot to surge sharply, screaming and screaming in Chen Mo's body, this is an unprecedented crisis reaction, and the results of the nano platform's hundreds of millions of calculations have only reached one conclusion.

No matter how the entire robot sequence increases the host's power, once the battle breaks out, it can only perish.

Chen Mo is gambling.

Fang Tieyi's shocking performance at the beginning invisibly proved that this strange move he learned from the Beast Archive was very famous. The old man, like Fang Tieyi, also used three rings in duplicate, Chen Mo was not sure if he would have five rings in this type, but judging from the details of the copy, the latter may have more surnames and greater instantaneous explosiveness.

"Is this the Collapse Palm?" Chen Mo asked knowingly, he didn't have any other chips in his hand.

The Beast Archives no longer exists, and as the first virtual character who needed him to break through, the imprint left by Fang Donglei is still ingrained in his memory. Although this ancestor of the Fang family is not alive, he has been restored to his true appearance to the greatest extent by the archive system. Old Man Mo's breakthrough set made it impossible for Chen Mo to win in terms of real strength. Now facing his descendants, Chen Mo is sure that if it was a real battle, he may not even be able to take a face.

"Where did you learn that? It doesn't make sense! Fang Changfeng only listened to the movement before and confirmed that it was his own palm, and begged, "Little doll, can you succeed if you play it again?" ”

Chen Mo knew that there would be no time to talk if he didn't bargain at this time, so he smiled and said, "Old man, can you teach my friend a few hands?" You are more powerful than Mo Qinggu, and the apprentices you teach are also designated to be stronger than his son. ”

"Your friend's surname is also Mo, so I'm too lazy to take care of it!" Fang Changfeng roared in a muffled voice.

"Oh, then I'm leaving!" Chen Mo turned around and pulled the door, counting "one, two, three" in his heart, and his back was full of cold sweat.

If the old man is not particular and really bullies the small, he can only close his eyes and wait to be cleaned up.

Counting to the fourth sound, Fang Changfeng shouted: "Come back!" His grandmother's, listening to your accent, is not from Zhanyang, why do you bother with this nosy? ”

"I've also practiced kung fu blindly for a few days, but this time I couldn't help my friend, but I was half angry. Mo Qinggu and his son said that Zhanyang is a bird, and Shudong is an egg. As soon as his family opened the stele and swept it out, all of them were swept away, and other practitioners had to beg for mercy with their tails between their legs. Chen Mo let out a long sigh.

"That little monkey really said that?" Fang Changfeng was furious.

Mo Hongqi is famous for having no one in Zhanyang, and it is not surprising that he can make such arrogant remarks. What the old man cares about is that even Chen Mo, an outsider, has heard these words, so what can Mo Hongqi degrade the Fang family into in private?

"I swear to God." Chen Mo raised a hand indignantly, of course there was only a roof in the house, and there was no sky.

"I think you've been practicing for more than a few days, right?" Fang Changfeng snorted and touched his goatee, "The big stele hand may not be the first in the palm technique, it is not difficult to break it." You show me the trick you just made, and tell me honestly where you learned it. My old man will point to your friend and win that little monkey. ”

Chen Mo didn't say anything more, and did it again.

After five rings, Fang Changfeng's face became like a ghost, and he looked Chen Mo up and down, "Who taught you this?" ”

"That old man is not tall, he is quite strong, and there is a red mark on the left side of his face...... Chen Mo roughly described Fang Donglei's appearance.

Fang Changfeng was like being struck by lightning, his throat gurgled and he couldn't speak.

When he was still a teenager, his grandfather Fang Donglei had already died. Fang Donglei is an unborn martial arts wizard, and no one among his descendants can match him, and the "Five Rings Splitting the Sky" and more than ten other styles of Collapse Mountain Palm Masters have been lost.

Fang Changfeng is nearly 100 years old, and he has seen a lot of changes in life and death, and the only thought left now is to complete the collapse of the mountain. However, even the parents have not mastered the tricks of killing moves such as "Five Rings Splitting the Sky", and it is difficult to practice again. He pondered all his life, and every time he practiced to the point of extreme depression, he would think that his grandfather would come back to life and guide him again, and he would definitely be able to succeed.

Now that Chen Mo is lifting his weight, he reproduces this style of palm technique in front of his eyes, not only is his shot completely consistent with the Fang Donglei in his memory, but even the breath after receiving the move is also crooked, and his expression is quite hideous.

Fang Donglei used to work with people back then, and he had a traumatic injury to his neck, and the hardened muscles involved his face, and the corners of his mouth were crooked. Chen Mo's comprehensive action was copied, and he unknowingly copied this detail, which made Fang Changfeng shocked to an incomprehensible extent.

Finally settled down, Fang Changfeng tentatively asked about other lost tricks, and Chen Mo demonstrated them one by one.

The old man gradually began to tremble, and when he withdrew his hand, he asked in a trembling voice, "Where did you meet the person who taught you?" ”

"I dreamed of it." Chen Mo replied without thinking.

Fang Changfeng no longer had any doubts, and immediately knelt down, old tears rampant, "Grandpa! ”

Chen Mo never expected it to be like this anyway.

The saying of ghost possession has always been among the people. The most famous goddess in the Zhanyang area was quickly invited to Fang's house, and as soon as she entered the door and saw Chen Mo, she just missed the eye-opening spell, and the other party's Sen Han gaze was like a substance, and her legs and feet played the three strings.

"This ghost is too fierce, I don't have the ability to take it." The goddess was carried away, and her whole body was weak and injured.

"That is, when my grandfather was alive, he was murderous, and slaughtering people was like slaughtering chickens." Fang Changfeng smiled from ear to ear, and blew violently with a group of dumbfounded juniors.

Fang Changfeng's status in the big family is supreme, everyone treats him as if he is too emperor, and he only hopes that the old man can live longer, no matter how big or small things he says, he will always be what he says.

But now that a living ancestor has come out, many people are a little overwhelmed. Fang Tieyi, who had already returned to his hometown, was the one who reacted the most violently, and when he saw Chen Mo, he thought he was dazzled and was furious.

After Fang Tieyi finished talking about what happened in Yancheng, Fang Changfeng smacked his lips and said slowly: "It's okay if you have done something with him, and those who don't know are not guilty." Now that I know it, I'm still a little deflated, isn't this scolding my ancestors in front of me? Am I a little deflated three? Are you a tadpole in a litter? ”

Poor Fang Tieyi has not recovered from his internal injuries until today, which is equivalent to half a wasted person, and he was beaten to death by a family law. Fang Changfeng was angry and personally counted beside him, beating a stick and pulling a finger, and after the finger wrenched his toes, he didn't stop until he was confused later.

Chen Mo brought Mo Hongmei that night, and the girl was taken aback when she saw Fang Changfeng, and she was deeply blessed with the usual etiquette. She couldn't understand at all how Chen Mo could get mixed up with this Fang family head who liked to mess around the older he got.

"It turned out to be you little girl!" Fang Changfeng was also surprised, glanced at Chen Mo, and seemed to have an understanding.

What will happen to this generation in the future? The old man felt that his brain was too big.

The truth of the bystander Qing is also applicable to the national arts, Fang Changfeng only casually nodded Mo Hongmei, and the girl's face changed color when she heard it. She couldn't help but be glad that the other party's surname was like this, and she would rather play marbles with children over the years, and never interfere in the grievances of the two families, otherwise even if he made a move alone, it would be extremely difficult for the Mo family to deal with.

"And just easy to break, no one in your grandfather's generation can live past the age of sixty except him, he is really smart if he doesn't learn martial arts. Strength can hurt the enemy, and naturally it can also hurt yourself. Hehe, the current descendants like to take shortcuts, how many people still practice your family's palm? It's too much work, I think it's too slow to practice, but I don't know the truth of being soft and strong......"

Fang Changfeng was talking and gesturing on the rice field, and the big open stele hand he used was extremely authentic, but in terms of strength, he didn't have that kind of heavy momentum, but was as light as a flowing wind.

The old man was like a real child, full of curiosity about everything. When he heard Chen Mo answer the phone, he said coldly: "Knock it over first and then negotiate", he immediately left Mo Hongmei and ran over.

"Grandpa, you want to fight?" The old man had a gossipy look on his face.

"Old man, I beg you something." Chen Mo didn't notice the excitement in his eyes, and only pondered how to speak, "I'm really not a ghost, when foreigners used a movie machine to film Mr. Fang's kung fu practice, I saw it later, and I learned a little bit of fur." Do you understand when I say that? You can call me Xiao Chen or Little Doll, don't scream anymore, I'll be struck by lightning. ”

"Understood, Grandpa."

“……”

(To be continued)