"Don't say it so familiarly, as if you and I are old friends!" Chen Mo didn't give the real eldest young master of the Wang family, Wang Rulin, half of the face, in fact, to be honest, Chen Mo was not a combatant, but for the ancestor of the Wang family, the first master in China, recognized as a god-level martial artist, he very much wanted to have the opportunity to meet him, and it was best to have a fight, so that he could see what level a god-level martial artist was!

A person who is not even afraid of the ancestor of the Wang family will naturally not be afraid of Wang Rulin, a grandchild.

"Stinky boy is still as annoying as he used to be!" Wang Rulin said with a gloomy face.

"Aren't you always careful!" Chen Mo said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"If it weren't for Xin Lian's face, I would have to ask someone to beat you up and get angry!" Wang Rulin snorted.

"Don't mind, I don't have any other hobbies, I like to beg for abuse!" Chen Mo bared his teeth and sneered.

"You kid can't pay attention to the occasion, you're too crazy, you don't know any politeness when you see your elders, young people now, it's really getting more and more rampant, and no one is in sight!" Wang Rulin also said with a sneer.

"Elders?" Chen Mo turned his head and glanced at the old monk Wuzen who was frowning, and asked, "Da Shi, who is taller between you and him?" ”

The old monk Wuzen was happy to have a conflict between Chen Mo and Wang Rulin, it was best to fight before it was lively, with Chen Mo's ability, he would definitely make the Wang family turn over, so he wouldn't have to bother with alchemy, just take the opportunity to slip away.

"Speaking of details, the ancestor of the Wang family saw our master Mingxiu Zen Master when he saw that he was also a nephew!" The old monk looked at Wang Rulin with a wicked smile and said: "The old man doesn't dare to talk about it with the ancestors of the Wang family, but it's okay to talk about it with Wang Jushi's father, Wang Meng, and his peers!" Senior brother, you are the old man's junior brother. That is naturally a generation higher than Wang Jushi, out of politeness, Wang Jushi should call Uncle Chen! ”

Chen Mo smiled and said, "That's the truth!" Then he pointed at Wang Rulin with his hand, and said unceremoniously: "Senior nephew, senior uncle, I am thirsty, go and pour me a cup of tea, it will not cure the sin of yelling at my uncle just now, go quickly!" ”

Wang Rulin's face was pale, this old and young bastard was really hateful.

Hui Cong Huihai was terrified as he listened. secretly scolded the master and the uncle for doing it to death. With his head bowed, his hands folded, he kept calling Amitabha Buddha in his mouth, praying that Wang Rulin would not be as knowledgeable as them.

"Bastard boy!" Wang Rulin's forehead was bruised. said sharply: "Don't think that you saved my family Xinlian's life. I don't dare to do anything to you! The words just fell. He pointed at the old monk Wuzen again, and said angrily: "Bald donkey, you shut up for me." If you dare to say more, I will demolish your Zhenlong Temple in minutes! ”

The old monk was very slippery, and looked at Chen Mo with a look of grievance and sadness at the moment: "See, junior brother, this is bullying the old man, bullying no one in our Zhenlong Temple!" After saying that, the expression was pitiful and extremely stunned, as if the saddest thing in the world had happened to him.

Chen Mo was happy in his heart, what kind of old monk he was, he couldn't be clearer, on the surface, he was serious, like a great monk, but in fact he was a human spirit who lived to old age, more refined than a treasure devouring mouse, this old guy was almost a hundred years old, and everything was very indifferent in his eyes, but what he valued more and more was lifespan, and he took the initiative to ask Chen Mo to help him move his soul and be reborn, how could he dare to provoke the quasi-head of the Wang family like Wang Rulin in the Wang family, the largest family in China?

Obviously, the old monk is sowing discord.

Chen Mo glanced at him, although he knew that the old monk was provoking, but Wang Rulin's words were also annoying enough, we are here to help you refine the pill and save your life, you are good, you have to put on a high score, like a great person, ahhh, if it weren't for the fact that you are Wang Xinlian and her father, you are a fart.

"My senior brother just said three words, you go and demolish Zhenlong Temple now, I'll take a look!" Chen Mo hugged his shoulders and sneered.

Wang Rulin actually didn't deliberately make things difficult for Chen Mo, to put it bluntly, he just wanted to have some face, his face was good-looking, and he didn't want to show a begging expression, besides, the Wang family is one of the nine major families in China, but in fact it is the first family in China, how many people can't ask for things if they want to be begged by the Wang family, and now they are begging for them, that is their luck, they should be grateful, how dare they have such a lawless face.

"Someone!" Wang Rulin felt that if he didn't make some moves, he would lose face today, and shouted loudly at the moment.

"What are you yelling about?" Two people walked in at the door, the first one, a dragon-like hair, very flamboyant, giving people a kind of tall visual impact of a prairie lion, about fifty years old, full of red light, very spiritual, followed by a little old man on his left, leaning on his body, originally very thin, now more like a curled up dwarf, at first glance is a slave.

"Father!" Wang Rulin turned his head and saw his father Wang Meng and Wang Fei coming, hurriedly restrained the anger on his face, bowed and shouted.

"Hmm!" Wang Meng snorted lightly at Wang Rulong, ignored him, but walked into the hall in one step, his figure flashed, and countless afterimages flashed, appearing in front of Chen Mo in an instant, standing firmly, the distance between him and Chen Mo was no more than thirty centimeters, and with a pair of sharp eyes, he stared at Chen Mo directly.

"That, uncle, although I have emphasized this question countless times, I still want to say here today that I am handsome, tender, and white, but I am definitely a straight man!" Chen Mo said with a very serious expression.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

The horror in Wang Meng's heart was not known to anyone, his eyes finally showed a heavy expression, just now he deliberately tested Chen Mo, but Chen Mo didn't react at all, his heart moved, a surging huge breath gushed out from his body, and the compelling momentum surged out of Wang Meng's body, and suddenly, the entire hall let out a low howling wind, and the coercive momentum rushed to the face, so that everyone's breath couldn't help but suffocate, and they all went all out to resist this earth-shattering momentum.

Hui Cong Huihai only stood up for two seconds under this domineering momentum, and the two of them couldn't help but spurt blood. The face was like gold paper, and the whole person fell to the ground softly, fainted, and blood flowed from the seven orifices.

The old monk Wuzen ran towards the depths of the hall like crazy, but every time he ran, the amount of force he spent was several times that of usual, this overwhelming domineering momentum was invincible, only the farther away, the smaller the impact.

Even if the old monk Wuzen was prepared, it was still more than a dozen steps later. Blood spurted from his mouth. Then he quickly took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured a pill, quickly threw it into his mouth, and then sat cross-legged on the ground. The surface is like gold paper. At first glance, he suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Wang Rulin felt a strong wind like a sharp knife blowing on his face. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face flushed, but he was much stronger than the three old monks and apprentices of Wuzen. At least it didn't spurt blood.

Wang Fei's complexion changed slightly, but he stood motionless, obviously not affected by this coercive momentum.

One of the greater advantages of the innate martial artist over the acquired martial artist is that the aura can be sent and received freely, and every move is even accompanied by the power of heaven and earth, and some innate martial artists even just glance at the martial artist of the acquired Great Perfection realm who is only one step away from the innate realm, and the martial artist suddenly vomited blood three liters, and then fell to the ground and died, this is not a legend, but a real thing.

Wang Meng is the head of the Wang family, the eldest son of the ancestor of the Wang family, not to mention the peak of martial arts, but today he is definitely one of the top ten martial artists, martial arts are strong, the entire Wang family except for the ancestor of the Wang family, no one can compare to him, he once pressed an ordinary congenital martial artist almost suffocated to death just by virtue of the momentum on his body, you can imagine how powerful he is.

At this moment, nine percent of Wang Meng's momentum flocked to Chen Mo, as for Wang Rulin, Wuchan and they received only one percent of Wang Meng's momentum, and most of them were carried by Chen Mo alone.

Wang Meng became more and more frightened, his momentum opened up five layers, but this Chen Mo standing in front of him actually did not change his face, he did not react at all, and his heart became more and more frightened, but he did not dare to continue, the more the momentum in his body was released, and the three of the old monk and apprentice of Wuzen were afraid that they would have to die here today.

"Could it be that this kid has really obtained the true inheritance of Zen Master Mingxiu?" Such a thought flashed in Wang Meng's heart, originally he didn't believe the words of the old monk Wu Chan at all, he just thought that the old monk Wu Chan deliberately didn't want to make alchemy and delay time, now think about the old monk Wu Chan's evaluation of Chen Mo at the beginning, the blue is better than the blue, looking at it now, this Chen Mo is really unfathomable, could it be that he has broken through the fifth layer of spiritual power at a young age?

The higher the martial arts, the less likely Chen Mo is to think that Chen Mo is a martial artist.

Wang Meng is an innate martial artist, in his eyes, no matter how deep you hide, as long as you have the existence of internal force in your body, he can see through it at a glance, and in Chen Mo, Wang Meng, like other martial artists who have seen Chen Mo, did not sense the slightest internal force, plus Chen Mo is a disciple of Mingxiu Zen Master from generation to generation, he should be cultivating spiritual power.

The fifth layer of spiritual power corresponds to the realm of innate martial artists, but the more spiritual martial artists go to the back, the more difficult it is to cultivate, and every time they break through one layer, their abilities are the kings of the martial arts realm.

The third layer of spiritual power corresponds to the acquired realm of internal power warriors, but the acquired ones are divided into three periods, and the third layer of mental power can be compared with internal martial artists in the late acquired period.

The fourth layer of spiritual power is the king in the realm of the Great Perfection of the day after tomorrow, an invincible existence.

The fifth layer of spiritual power, this realm, not many people have cultivated to it throughout the ages, or in other words, few people have been able to achieve such an achievement in spiritual power in the past hundred years, taking the old monk Wuzen as an example, he is almost a hundred years old, and he has been cultivating for ninety years, but he only has the realm of the fourth layer of spiritual power.

One can imagine how difficult it is to cultivate spiritual power.

Once it reaches the fifth layer, its abilities are unknown.

As for whether it is theoretically possible to defeat an invincible opponent in the early stage of the innate martial artist, or a martial artist who can be compared to the middle congenital stage, or a martial artist who can be metamorphosed to the late congenital stage, it is unknown.

"Chen Mo ......" Wang Meng retracted the compelling momentum on his body, and the whole room suddenly seemed to be relieved, he called Chen Mo's name seriously, and then stared at Chen Mo's eyes with a serious expression, and after a few seconds, he said, "I remember you." After speaking, Wang Meng turned around and walked out, and a voice came in to inquire: "Wu Chan, someone has already brought it to you, I will wait for your Jiuyang Dan." (To be continued......)