Chapter Ninety-Three: Master Ancestor
"Has the plane finally arrived at the landing airport?"
"Looks like that kid is going to die!"
"Zhou Guoqiang, that's the most prestigious tycoon in our Anzhou tourism industry!"
In the cabin, everyone stood up and talked about it.
"Let's go. ”
Duan Mo was not in a hurry, got up from his seat, and walked outside.
"Duan Mo!"
Mu Qianqian's pretty face was full of worry.
She hurriedly walked to Duan Mo's side, and her white little hand held Duan Mo's palm.
It seems that this can alleviate the panic and anxiety in her heart.
Lingshan Daoist also stood up and followed behind the two of them, like a loyal bodyguard.
"Uncle!"
After Zhou Tianyu got off the plane, he immediately saw Zhou Guoqiang standing next to a car not far away, as if waiting for someone.
"Uncle, it's him! That kid almost broke my leg! Uncle, you must avenge me!"
Zhou Tianyu howled and walked towards Zhou Guoqiang.
"Don't worry, on this one-third of an acre of land in Anzhou, there is no one you uncle and I dare not offend. ”
Zhou Guoqiang is also very doting on his only eldest nephew, he said.
Then he looked in the direction pointed by Zhou Tianyu not far away, and said, "Who provoked you......?"
But before Zhou Guoqiang could say the next "son" word.
His eyes that were originally majestic and indifferent changed suddenly.
The next moment.
His face was instantly full of smiles, and he hurriedly walked over not far away, and said, "Senior Duan, you're back!"
"And this ......"
Zhou Guoqiang looked at the white-haired middle-aged man behind Duan Mo, and only felt that this person's face was somewhat familiar.
"Apprentice, don't you recognize him as a teacher?" said the Lingshan Daoist lightly.
"What, Master! It's you!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Zhou Guoqiang was immediately stunned.
The white-haired middle-aged man in front of him, with a tall and majestic body, exuded a reckless aura on his body at all times, like an ancient fierce beast, standing there.
It gives people an extremely strong sense of oppression, which comes from the soul!
"Could it be that Master has finally penetrated the last realm and rejuvenated!"
Zhou Guoqiang's eyes were deeply shocked.
"I have already worshipped Senior Duan as a teacher. Lingshan Daoist said to Zhou Guoqiang: "It is the master who gave me this great creation and stepped into the realm of martial saints!"
"Martial Saint Realm!"
After receiving the confirmation of the Lingshan Daoist, Zhou Guoqiang was immediately so frightened that his legs and feet weakened, and he almost fell to the ground.
Although he is a lay disciple of the Lingshan Daoist.
But after following the Lingshan Daoist for so many years, Zhou Guoqiang naturally knew some secrets in the dark world.
He knows it well.
A Martial Saint.
What exactly does it mean!
But what made Zhou Guoqiang even more shocked was that.
His master, Lingshan Daoren, actually worshipped Duan Mo as his teacher.
And.
It seems that his master's entry into the Martial Saint is also a chance given by this Duan senior.
Be treated respectfully by a martial saint and worship as a teacher.
What a horror that is!
"Master!"
Zhou Guoqiang immediately knelt down in front of Duan Mo and kowtowed three times in a row, not caring about the eyes of the people around him at all.
Zhou Guoqiang is very clear.
His identity as a tourist tycoon in a mundane city, in the eyes of his master and the current master, is just as humble as dust.
If they want to, don't talk about him as a small Anzhou tourism tycoon.
is the richest man in the world, in front of them, I am afraid they have to be respectful.
Moreover, Zhou Guoqiang recognized Duan Mo as his ancestor, and he still had a thought in his heart, that is, he hoped that Duan Mo would be able to give himself a touch in martial arts practice.
Although Zhou Guoqiang is young, he has single-handedly laid down the country of a tourism tycoon.
But with exposure to the world of darkness.
Zhou Guoqiang is very clear.
The real masters of this world are still those powerful people who hide in the shadows.
Their words and deeds must be treated solemnly even by the big countries in the world.
And when Duan Mo, Lingshan Daoren and Zhou Guoqiang were carrying out the ceremony of "appreciating the master and recognizing the ancestors".
Everyone around them fell into a dead silence.
"What?!"
Originally, when Zhou Tianyu saw his uncle walking towards Duan Mo and the others, he would give that kid a profound lesson.
But they seem to have said a few words.
Then his uncle knelt down directly!
Forced to kneel!
"What's going on?" Zhou Tianyu's originally smug face immediately stiffened and became iron-blue.
"Zhou Guoqiang, the big guy, actually knelt down for that young man?"
The countless people around who were going to watch the show were so shocked that they almost fell off their eyes when they saw this scene.
"Duan Mo... You're now... What kind of existence has it become?"
And Mu Qianqian, who was standing next to Duan Mo, was even more shocked and covered her pink lips with her little hand.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Because.
It's so shocking!
To know.
Their Mu family, even at their peak, when they meet Zhou Guoqiang, they must be treated respectfully.
But now.
Zhou Guoqiang was respectful, kneeling directly in front of Duan Mo, and shouting something "Master" in his mouth.
"Duan Mo, you are becoming more and more strange to me......" Mu Qianqian took Duan Mo's little hand and tightened it, and at this time she suddenly had a sense of trepidation that she had lost Duan Mo.
Although Duan Mo was as good to her as ever.
But.
At this time, Duan Mo made Mu Qianqian hold his hand, but he felt so far away, so far away.
"Uncle, uncle, are you having a seizure! Why are you kneeling?"
Zhou Tianyu shouted and walked in front of Zhou Guoqiang, trying to pull his uncle up.
"Smack!"
But Zhou Guoqiang directly slapped Zhou Tianyu and yelled: "Get out!"
"But he almost broke my leg!" Zhou Tianyu shouted.
"No matter how nonsense you are, I'll even interrupt your whole person!" Zhou Guoqiang angrily reprimanded: "Shizu and his old man have a large number of adults, it's not bad if you don't shoot your whole person into scum, now hurry up and kneel down and admit your mistake to Shizu and his old man!"
"What?!Uncle, you want me to ...... to this little one."
Rumble!
Before Zhou Tianyu finished speaking, Zhou Guoqiang suddenly released a coercion of an innate martial artist, and calmed Zhou Tianyu to kneel on the ground with a "poof".
"Uncle, you!" Zhou Tianyu's eyes were full of disbelief.
His uncle turned out to be a legendary warrior!
That kind of coercion, it's terrible!
But even so, his uncle still had to kneel in front of Duan Mo.
Doesn't that mean?
Duan Mo is also a martial arts powerhouse, but is he still a super powerhouse that he can't mess with?
At this time, Zhou Tianyu finally figured it out.
Why did Duan Mo have no power or power, but he dared to make a move on him, and even a tourism tycoon like his uncle didn't pay attention to him.
Originally!
He is a man in the dark world of the legendary martial arts!
And according to his uncle's performance.
Duan Mo.
This ordinary-looking teenager is a terrifying master!
"I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Zhou Tianyu's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly kowtowed on the ground to admit his mistake.
He has been in the upper echelons of Anzhou for many years and knows that some people can't just look at the surface.
For example, he knew that his uncle was serving an old Taoist on the top of Lingshan.
That old way seemed ordinary, but Zhou Tianyu had heard his uncle say it.
That old way is the top powerhouse who shocks the entire Anzhou.
Even if Governor An saw that old way, he had to be respectful and respectful, and he didn't dare to offend.
"What? Why did Zhou Tianyu, the second ancestor, kneel down?"
"There was still so much fear on his face. ”
"What's the situation?"
"What the hell is it today!"
The people who got off the plane not far away, seeing this scene, were all wondering if they were dreaming.
A young boy who was going to die.
The result was to make the two Anzhou bigwigs kneel to apologize.
Who the hell is he?