Chapter Forty-Eight: A Handful of Explosions (1st Update)

"Young Master!"

The guard behind Tian Houzhong suddenly spoke.

Jun Mo's heart tightened, but on the surface, he remained silent, watching how Tian Houzhong dealt with this matter.

"Uncle Jian, Dad said that you are only responsible for my safety and cannot interfere with my actions!"

Tian Houzhong's face turned cold, he didn't even look back, he looked at Jun Mo directly, his eyes lit up.

"Right here?"

Tian Houzhong asked Jun Mo rhetorically, obviously it is not a question of whether he dares or not, it is a question of where to choose to do it.

"Good brother!"

Jun Mo's heart was hot, and Tian Houzhong asked rhetorically, that is, thorough support and thorough trust.

He quietly patted Tian Houzhong on the shoulder, and with a gentle and huge mental force, he immediately rushed into Tian Houzhong's body, directly elevating Tian Houzhong from a four-star disciple to a five-star disciple peak.

"Mo Shao!"

Tian Houzhong was moved to tears, the gap between this star at least allowed him to save half a year of hard work!

"Raise your heart with your bare hands!"

Uncle Jian's eyes straightened, he and Tian Hou Zhong were the closest, Jun Mo used his strength to forcibly improve Tian Houzhong's strength, he felt the most profound, just this hand, the strength of the young master of the Jun family is far above him, and may even be above the current Tian family master.

After all, even if the strength of the family master is close to the control general, if he wants to improve the strength of the young master, he has to use a large number of elixirs and elixirs to consume his mind to do it, and the young master of the Jun family clapped his hands and did it, which is no longer the height he reaches.

"It's hard to see that the young master of the Jun family is actually a general, but he is only sixteen years old, is it possible?"

Uncle Jian was suspicious, shocked, and very entangled, but the improvement of his young master's strength happened in front of him like a dream, and he had to make a statement.

"Congratulations, young master!"

Uncle Jian's face was ecstatic, suppressing his suspicions in the deepest part of his heart, and even his cold face became a lot more relaxed.

"Haha! Since I was a child, Mo Shao has never disappointed my brother!"

Tian Houzhong burst out laughing, waved his hand, and shouted: "Kill me, fix me!"

"What are you still doing in a daze? You want to die! Kill me! Kill them all!"

Murong Guang finally recovered from the severe pain, looked at the guards on both sides, became angry, pulled his neck and roared, a huge pain made him roll his eyes again, and almost fainted.

"Jingle Bell!"

The slave soldiers suddenly became fierce and ruthless, and the guards on both sides all controlled the slave soldiers with all their might, beckoned to each other's vital positions, and did it with real swords and guns.

"Uncle Jian, do it, solve them all, and I will bear all the consequences!"

Tian Houzhong waved his hand decisively and said to Tian Jian.

"Yes, young master!"

Tian Jian nodded, stepped forward, waved his hand clearly, and a sword light several zhang long slashed towards the opposing guards in the air.

Dealing with these guards with the highest strength of the seven-star control disciples, Tian Jian was also very casual, and it was only the strength of the eight-star control disciples.

"Eight-star control disciples, dare to be so arrogant!

A middle-aged guard who had been guarding Murong Guang's side was furious, jumped to the ground, and a blood-colored broadsword with a length of his feet broke out of the air and slashed towards the sword light.

"Hmph! A mere nine-star control apprentice, carrying a handful of middle-grade slave soldiers, you are also qualified to be arrogant in front of me!"

Tian Jian snorted coldly, his momentum changed suddenly, and there was already a gray long sword in his hand.

"Slash the Shadow Sword, Break a Thousand Shadows!"

Tian Jian shouted, and a sword volley slashed down in the air, and a long sword that was several zhang long was actually destroyed, shattering the blood-colored broadsword, turning into blood-colored fragments scattered in the sky.

"Lower quality control soldiers, cut the silver sword!"

The middle-aged guard stepped back a few steps, with a terrifying expression: "Master! You are actually a master!"

"What's wrong with the controller? Uncle Seven, this guy will be handed over to you!"

Murong Guang suddenly let out a cold snort and said to a middle-aged man behind him.

Jun Mo's eyes lit up, Murong Guang, this guy, was kicked twice by him, and in the blink of an eye, he was so energetic, jumping up and down, obviously this middle-aged guard who he called the seventh uncle, did not hesitate to consume his own mental strength, temporarily stabilized his injuries for him, and was able to jump for a while.

"As a controller, you dare to make a move in Jiang'an City and look for death!"

The middle-aged guard, known as Uncle Seven, stepped out, and the surging mental strength rushed to his face.

"Samsung Controller!"

Tian Jian's face changed greatly, and he protected Tian Houzhong and Jun Mo behind him, and said in a low voice: "Mo Shao, young master, I'll stop him, you guys run!"

"Run?"

The middle-aged guard snorted coldly and grabbed it with his big hand.

A huge palm of Fang Yuanzhang Xu was immediately simulated and formed by his mental strength, and grabbed Jun Mo, Tian Houzhong and Tian Jian on the head, and the violent mental power surged, imprisoning the three of them in place, unable to move.

This is a clear plan to take down the three of Jun Mo in one fell swoop!

"Mo Shao, the young master will hand it over to you!"

Tian Jian roared violently, and he was about to hit his chest with one palm, burst out with the strongest combat power, and fought to the death to help Mo Shao and Tian Houzhong get out of trouble.

"Uncle Jian!

Jun Mo suddenly slapped Tian Jian on the shoulder, and his strong mental strength immediately calmed Tian Jian's violent heart.

Immediately, under Tian Jian's round eyes, Jun Mo shook his whole body, his momentum rose rapidly, and with a backhand palm, a larger, more powerful giant palm, he instantly simulated it with his heart, and with a poof, he directly grabbed the giant palm that was simulated by the middle-aged guard called the seventh uncle.

"Four-star controller!"

The middle-aged guard's eyes widened.

"Mo Shao, you ...... You...... You've deceived your brother so hard!"

Tian Houzhong's eyes widened in disbelief, it took a long time for you and you to be full of resentment, shouting like a resentful woman in the boudoir.

The brothers, who usually "suffer" together, suddenly showed the strong strength of a four- or five-star controller, which is also too unbelievable and shocking.

Jun Mo's hand also shocked all the guards who were still fighting, Jun Mo, who has always been called a waste, Jun Mo, the young master, was so strong and powerful, is this still possible?

For a moment, the guards stayed where they were.

"Mo Shao, it's actually the controller! Am I mistaken?"

"yes! We must have read it wrong!"

"That's right, I can see the slap just now, I can see it clearly, I can see my heart tremble, I can't forget it in my life. ”

......

"Ahh

......

Suddenly, one of the guards screamed and fell to the ground, followed by more screams, and more guards fell to the ground, struggling desperately.

These guards were stunned by Jun Mo's slap, and they forgot to control the slave soldiers in the sky, and at this time, the slave soldiers who lost control in the sky fell one after another, and they seriously injured these poor guards.

"Hahahaha!

Suddenly burst into laughter, but it was Murong Guang who stretched out his finger and laughed so hard that he almost turned his back on it:

"You all say that he is a controller? He also deserves to be a controller? What a big joke, it's hard for you to know, this waste material is only a dozen pounds from the careful force, and even the mental strength can't be repaired, how can it be a controller?"