Chapter 118: Don't show superiority

At the same time, Ye Mo saw a Jindan monk in the crowd sitting on the deck, without a left arm. Another monk was standing a dozen or so away from him, and the monk who was standing had a flying sword spinning around his head, apparently he had cut off the arm of the sitting monk.

What made Ye Mo strange was that the monk whose arm was cut off was the ninth layer of Jindan, while the monk standing there surrounded by flying swords was only the eighth layer of Jindan. Moreover, the monk surrounded by flying swords did not look very old, and his long hair even had a flowing taste.

What surprised Ye Mo even more was that the sitting monk was not without the strength to fight back, but he lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the standing monk. It was as if the young monk who was standing had cut off his arm to give him face.

The onlookers moved out of the way a bit, and the deck was huge, even bigger than a few football fields.

"You, pick up the severed arm." The young monk who was standing saw the broken arm falling in front of Ye Mo, and immediately stretched out his hand to Ye Mo and said coldly. Bursts of killing intent emanated with his voice, like an ice sword entering his body, which made people very uncomfortable.

Everyone looked at Ye Mo and then behind Ye Mo. Ye Mo looked back at the place where he came out, it was the passage of the ordinary cabin. I understand a little in my heart, I guess this guy saw him coming out of the ordinary cabin and thought it was easy to bully, so he wanted to stand up.

However, a guy from the eighth layer of Jindan dared to stand up for himself as a monk in the late ninth layer of Jindan, and Ye Mo saw it for the first time.

Ye Mo didn't want to cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it. Even if he was very nervous when he saw Feng Laoshi, but if Feng Laoshi wanted to kill him, he would resist, let alone a guy with the eighth layer of Jindan. If the guy doesn't bark, he's just watching the excitement at best.

Ye Mo picked up the broken arm on the ground and threw it at the monk with the broken arm. The severed arm was like an eye, and it was close to the severed arm of the monk who was sitting on the ground.

The monk with the broken arm didn't expect someone to help him pick up the broken arm, and nodded to Ye Mo gratefully, but at the same time, he showed an apologetic look at Ye Mo. Then he took out a few pills and swallowed them, and cast several small spells one after another on his severed arm. He was only concerned with healing, but he still did not dare to look at the young long-haired monk.

The monk of the eighth layer of Jindan didn't expect that although Ye Mo picked up the broken arm, he gave it to the person who cut off his arm, obviously singing against him, and his face immediately became difficult to see.

"You are looking for death......" The long-haired monk of the eighth layer of the Golden Pill was immediately enraged by Ye Mo, and the flying sword swirling around his head let out a buzzing sound, as if he was going to choose someone to devour.

Just when everyone thought there was a bustle to watch, the hull of the ship suddenly shook, and it shook violently, and soon, everyone felt that the hull of the ship was tilting a little.

This ship is simply a Big Mac, and it can even be said to be a moving land, and this Big Mac usually walks in the sea, and only occasionally shakes slightly. It's something that has never been done before.

Just when many monks didn't know what was going on, a sharp chirp came, and everyone knew very well that Yujian was in danger.

"Eighth-level Cape Jiao...... someone finally discovered the problem, although I didn't know that the eighth-level Cape Jiao Weishenme would appear in the Inland Sea, but the eighth-level Cape Jiao of Yujian was simply a matter of nine deaths.

No one watched the excitement on the deck anymore, and many people wanted to rush out of the boat to escape by themselves.

However, there was a defensive ban on the ship, and those monks who rushed out were all bounced back by the ban.

Just when the ship was in chaos, a huge dragon head head stretched out from outside the prohibition, and the ban on the ship Yujian this huge head, like an ornament, immediately shattered. Dozens of monks didn't even have time to react before they were swallowed up by the huge Jiaotou.

The ban was shattered, no monk would stay, and almost all the monks rushed out of the ship and escaped one after another.

Of course, Ye Mo would not be stupid to continue to stay on the deck, just now with the huge head and strong aura of the Cape Jiao, Ye Mo knew that even if this Cape Jiao wanted to devour the Void God Cultivator, it was simply to put it mildly.

It stands to reason that there will not be any high-level demon beasts in the sea area between Mohai City and Nan'an City, but in fact, it was Ye Mo who took a boat for the first time and took an eighth-level Cape Jiao.

Although he knew that there were Chengding monks in Mohai City, there should be no problem in killing the eighth-level Haijiao Jiao, but who knew when those Chengding monks would come to support?

After Ye Mo stepped on the 'Flying Cloud Boat' and rushed out of the ship, he chose a direction without looking back and fled quickly. Fortunately, there were too many monks on the boat, and there was no way to catch them all for a while, and many monks escaped. But some unlucky monks have become Haijiao Jiao's meal.

When he flew out of tens of thousands of miles, Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't look for the direction to Nan'an City, but stopped, and then turned around and said, "After chasing for so long, you must not have the patience to continue chasing." ”

As Ye Mo's words fell, a long-haired man suddenly appeared behind Ye Mo, and then said coldly: "Yes, I can actually know that I am chasing you, and I really have a bit of an uneven foundation." It's just a pity, although your courage is not small, but your luck is not good. ”

Ye Mo stood on the 'Feiyun Ship' and said indifferently: "You are just a guy with the eighth layer of Jindan, you dare to chase me a master of the ninth layer of Jindan, you are also very bold......"

"Hahahaha......" When the long-haired monk heard Ye Mo's words, he suddenly hahadaxiao, and he couldn't even stop, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

Ye Mo didn't speak, just stared at him casually, waiting for him to continue talking.

"I'm just a monk of the eighth layer of Jindan, you are a master of the ninth layer of Jindan, good, it's the first time that I, Tian Aofeng, have heard that I am a monk of the eighth layer of Jindan. It's also the first time I've heard a monk of the ninth layer of Jindan dare to call himself a master in front of me, you have a kind, a kind of ......" The long-haired monk turned out to be hahadaxiao, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Ye Mo shook his head speechlessly, suddenly interrupted Tian Aofeng's words, and said a little impatiently: "Don't show your name, I know your name is Tian Aofeng, but unfortunately I haven't heard of it." Also, don't show your superiority, I don't have time to play with you, I still have to go to the famous monument square to try the name. Besides, will you die if you don't have a superior point? ”

"Very good, you have successfully provoked me......" Tian Aofeng's voice did not fall, and he had already sacrificed a cyan long sword, and at the same time, the cyan long sword had already shrouded Ye Mo with a miserable blue light.

This was not the flying sword he used just now, Ye Mo could see it at a glance, it was the first time he had seen such a narrow and thin long sword.

After the cyan long sword was sacrificed, the sword qi it brought up was like a hurricane, and in the blink of an eye, it sealed all Ye Mo's front, back, left and right.

Even Ye Mo was so true to his cultivation, and he also felt a kind of spatial pause. However, Ye Mo has always played against people whose cultivation is higher than him, and against people whose cultivation is lower than him, he really didn't pay attention to it.

As soon as Ye Mo stretched out his hand, the 'Purple Lion' had already reached his hand, and the next moment, a light purple sword had already collided with the cyan sword qi that swept towards him.

"Bang, bang......"

After the purple-cyan sword qi and sword light collided, it made a violent sound, and even the entire space had a feeling of slaughter. In an instant, the two of them were covered by a gray True Yuan agitation.

The sword qi and sword qi overflowed, and the surrounding water splash was a mess, bringing countless waves of water to spread out.

Ye Mo was secretly shocked, he really underestimated this Tian Aofeng, it can be said that this guy is the most powerful one among his Yujian Jindan monks, and he is only an eighth-layer Jindan cultivator. Nan'anzhou is really profound, and Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is much deeper than Beiwangzhou.

The most powerful Jindan monk in Ye Mo Yujian before should have been that Mo Qianli, but at that time, his cultivation was still in the middle of Jindan. If he is now in the hands of Mo Qianli, the 'Purple Lia' can break the 'ghast silk thread' in a few knives.

And this Tian Aofeng fought with him, but he didn't fall behind, it can be seen that this Tian Aofeng of the eighth layer of Jindan is obviously much more powerful than Mo Qianli.

Well? Tian Aofeng saw that his sword was blocked by the other party, and looking relaxed, he seemed to block it without care, and he didn't use any force at all. He was also secretly shocked in his heart, when did such a powerful character emerge among the Jindan monks? Could it be that he is also the core disciple of the Great Gate Sect?

In fact, what he thought was really right, although his first move looked equal to Ye Mo, but Ye Mo was really not contributing. From the bottom of his heart, Ye Mo really underestimated this Tian Aofeng.

"Who are you?" Tian Aofeng didn't continue to make moves, just stared at Ye Mo and asked in a cold voice. He was a genius disciple of the Thundercloud Sect, and he had already entered the Jindan Hall of Fame on the fourth floor of Jindan, and left his name on the test name. Now that he is at the eighth level of Jindan, it can be said that there are very few opponents in Nan'an Zhou who are stronger than him, and a few of them can be named, and Ye Mo is obviously not among them.

Ye Mo flicked the 'purple livelope' in his hand, and said lazily: "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you can fight." Where did your superiority go just now? ”

As if angered by Ye Mo's words, Tian Aofeng snorted coldly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a cyan bead was spit out by him. When the bead first came out, it was only the size of a dragon's eye, but in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a fist, and the speed of its increase became faster and faster.

Do you want to blow up the golden pill? No way? This is just the beginning of the fight, and that cyan bead doesn't look like a golden pill.

As soon as Ye Mo thought of this, he heard Tian Aofeng shouting 'Lin', and at the same time, several magic duels came out

(To be continued.)