After a whirlwind, Yang Mo had already found that he had returned to the present world, standing on an empty street.

The sky was a black night, but there was a little more pollution to cover it, making the starry sky less clear.

What he didn't know was that the moment he appeared in this world, among the originally dim and irrefutable six stars of the Southern Dipper, a star suddenly lit up.

But as a sphere around Yang Mo's body emerged, the lit stars immediately dimmed again.

The fleeting light is not noticed by anyone except astronomy enthusiasts who have been observing the celestial phenomena.

In this regard, even Yang Mo himself was not aware of it, at this moment he had just pried open the door of a clothing store and sneaked in.

He is now dressed in ancient costume, which is really not suitable for walking outside in the middle of the night, and he is regarded as a strange thing.

After changing back into the clothes of a modern person, Yang Mo left the money for the shopkeeper according to the marked price, and then prepared to leave.

But when he went out, he glanced at the electronic perpetual calendar on the wall and saw that it was two o'clock in the night.

And that date turned out to be almost a week after the day he entered the ancient well.

The first two times I entered the ancient well, it was no more than a day at most, but why did it take so long this time.

Thinking about it, he couldn't figure it out, so he had to take a taxi back to the old house first.

But when he climbed out of the backyard of the old mansion as usual, his face couldn't help but change.

At midnight, in the bright moonlight, two figures sat in the gazebo in the backyard of his old house.

"Mr. Liu, I said that this kid will definitely come back in the evening, you didn't wait in vain."

The voice sounded, Yang Mo looked at it and found that the person who spoke was a middle-aged Taoist wearing a purple gold robe.

After the Taoist finished speaking, a bearded man next to the Taoist nodded emphatically.

"Sun Dao is like a god, he is really a master, and he admires it."

When this man spoke, his tone was strange, and he was obviously not from Huaxia.

After Yang Mo saw that the man and the man finished complimenting, he got up and walked out of the pavilion slowly, looking like he had solid steps, and he should have some leg skills.

The other party walked up to him in a few steps, opened his mouth and said, "Boy, I am Liu Yunhe, the great master of South Korea's Hualang Dao, and I am ...... by Lu."

Before the man could finish speaking, he slapped him and flew the man into the air on the spot.

The man was whipped into the air by him and spun like a spinning top, and before he could fall from the sky, he was already dead.

"Ran to my house in the middle of the night, and talked so much nonsense."

After saying something impatiently, Yang Mo turned his head to look at the Taoist priest who was still sitting and asked in a cold voice, "Who allowed you to sit in my pavilion?" ”

When the middle-aged Dao Elder saw Yang Mo slap the man to death, the indifferent look on his face had long since disappeared, leaving only the solemnity of facing a great enemy.

Listening to Yang Mo's words, the middle-aged Taoist rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the pavilion with steps, holding a handful of dust in his hand and posing in a posture to face the battle.

Yang Mo put down the long sword package in his hand and asked, "The Lu family sent you?" ”

When the Dao chief heard this, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Poor Dao Sun Chongren, the twenty-sixth generation disciple of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect, dare to ask ......."

Sun Chongren's words were also not finished, Yang Mo's body moved in front of him, and in this night, only a white shadow remained.

When he arrived in front of Sun Chongren, Yang Mo printed it with a palm of his hand, ready to understand this person.

But what he didn't expect was that this Sun Chongren still had some strength, and in a panic, he held the dust with both hands and actually made his move.

Seeing that the dusty wooden handle was slapped into wood powder with one palm, Yang Mo showed a surprised and happy expression on his face.

If he didn't feel wrong, there was definitely a weak internal force on top of Sun Chongren's dust.

Originally, he always thought that in this world, there were no more martial artists, but who would have thought that he would meet one.

"Interesting."

Yang Mo said, his expression became excited, and the sword intent in his heart seemed to tremble with joy.

As a martial artist, he is not afraid of having opponents, but he is afraid of being too lonely.

Unlike Yang Mo's excitement, Sun Chongren was almost stupid when he slapped three or four steps with one palm.

He looked at Yang Mo, who was surging with fighting intent in front of him with terrifying face, and Yang Mo, who had black hair and no wind, as if he had seen some prehistoric monster.

"How is it possible, how can someone practice the realm of internal strength to your level in this kind of world now."

"Actually, according to the seniority, you should call me Shizu."

Yang Mo was pleasantly surprised in his heart, and inevitably said more.

However, although he said this, the movements of his hands did not stop, and he no longer saved his strength, and his body shook and slapped a palm on Sun Chongren's heart.

Seeing that the other party's chest collapsed and blood gushed out of his mouth, Yang Mo said something that Sun Chongren couldn't even think about.

"The Dragon Sect is right, I will go and see when I have time, what kind of virtue has become of the Dao system left by my master Qiu."

At four o'clock in the morning, it was still pitch dark.

In the southern suburbs of Chang'an City, there is a mansion of the famous and wealthy Lu family, and the living room is brightly lit.

The late tycoon Lu Zhanrong's wife Xu Jingwan, eldest son Lu Yuhao, and Lu Yuhao's girlfriend Liu Xiaoxiao are discussing something.

"Son, can you introduce that Taoist priest, don't be the same as the one surnamed Zuo."

Xu Jingwan spoke, her face full of distrust.

Lu Yuhao heard this and said, "Mom, don't worry." Sun Daochang is a true disciple of the Dragon Sect, and he is extremely famous in the Southeast Asian national art circle, if he hadn't been short of money recently, we really wouldn't have been able to invite him. ”

Then he reassured: "Didn't the Lu family also invite a Korean master, this time that kid can't run." ”

After Lu Yuhao finished speaking, Liu Xiaoxiao, who still had a bruise on his face that had not subsided, also opened his mouth.

"Yuhao, do you make it clear to them, this time you must kill Yang Yu, and cut the grass to eradicate the roots."

Listening to such cruel words from this young girl's mouth, Xu Jingwan showed a displeased expression on her face.

If it weren't for her son's liking, she wouldn't have looked down on this Liu Xiaoxiao at all, and I heard that she had hooked up with that little before.

"Don't worry, if it doesn't work this time, I'll find someone to solve it with a gun."

After Lu Yuhao finished speaking, Xu Jingwan waved her hand.

"Don't use a gun unless you have to, this is very taboo in China, it is easy to get into trouble, and sooner or later it will ......."

Xu Jingwan was halfway through her words, but she heard a man's voice outside.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that day!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw two corpses smash through the glass and fly out and fall in front of the three people.

When the three of them saw these two corpses clearly, they suddenly turned pale with shock, isn't this exactly what they said about Sun Daochang and Korean masters?

That Liu Xiaoxiao saw Liu Yunhe's neck turned to the dead behind him, and he couldn't help but want to scream.

"Gollum ......"

But as soon as her voice reached her throat, a black sword stabbed out of her mouth, turning the scream into a series of bloody grunts.

With a whoosh, the black sword was pulled out, and when blood gushed out of Liu Xiaoxiao's mouth, the mother and son of the Lu family also saw Yang Mo's figure walking out.