Chapter 115: Which Onion Are You?
Yang Mo opened the car door and was just about to get into the car, when he felt an extremely strong aura thrown over.
"You beat my waste brother, do you want to just walk away like this?"
As soon as the words fell, I saw a young man dressed in a dark Taoist robe appear in front of Yang Mo.
"Nine changes of the dragon?"
Yang Mo's gaze fell on the young man's face, revealing a hint of surprise.
This young man is none other than Long Kun's eldest brother, Long Hao.
Long Hao cultivated the dragon clan's unique king-level technique, the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon, which is why the speed is so fast.
However, the dragon blood in Long Hao's body was not pure after all, and Yang Mo was not afraid of him at all.
"I can leave if I want, you can't stop me. β
Yang Mo ignored Long Hao's dragon qi and said lightly.
Long Hao's face showed a hint of displeasure, and he coldly threatened: "What if I have to leave you behind?"
"With your little ability, you can't keep it!" Yang Mo shook his head disdainfully.
"Look for death!"
Yang Mo's contempt completely angered Long Hao.
Long Hao let out a low roar like a dragon groan from his mouth again, wanting to cause huge pressure on Yang Mo.
And then the egg!
Yang Mo was not afraid of this kind of roar at all, and directly punched Long Hao.
Boom!
Yang Mo shot extremely quickly, without any false moves, which caught Long Hao off guard, and he was directly knocked out and broke the fence of the parking lot.
However.
Long Hao had a layer of dragon scales attached to it, and his body was extremely strong.
Yang Mo's punch just now seemed to be strong, but it didn't cause any damage to Long Hao at all.
Long Hao quickly got back to his feet.
"You're better than I thought you were going to be my opponent. β
When Long Hao said this, there was a trace of murderous aura in his eyes, and the aura in his body began to tumble continuously.
"The first move of the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon - Hidden Dragon Ascension!"
Long Hao shouted in his mouth, and his body was changing rapidly.
"It is worthy of the classic exercises of the dragon clan, and it has doubled the combat effectiveness of this kid. When Lingju saw Long Hao's Nine Divine Dragon Changes, he couldn't help but admire.
Yang Mo nodded, and said with regret: "It's a pity that I don't have the blood of the dragon clan in my body, so I can't cultivate." β
"Don't be too greedy, boy. The "Spirit Technique" you are cultivating now is much more powerful than the Divine Dragon Nine Transformation. Lingju rolled his eyes and said angrily.
"I'm just saying it casually. Yang Mo touched his head in embarrassment, he knew better than anyone else that once the cultivation of the "Spirit Technique" was completed, it would be more powerful than any exercise.
Just when Yang Mo was communicating with Lingju, Long Hao's Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon, the Ascension of the Hidden Dragon, had been completed.
This moment.
Long Hao's whole person's momentum seemed to have changed.
The faint dragon blood in his body was awakened, and he was emitting an angry dragon groan.
And above his head, a phantom figure of a dragon entrenched in the air also appeared.
"Look, Long Hao has a dragon on his head!"
"Could it be that Long Hao is really not a human, but a dragon?"
"Haha! My brother took it personally, this kid is definitely a dead end. β
Long Hao looked at Yang Mo condescendingly, his face was full of pride: "Boy, if you die today under my Divine Dragon Nine Transformation, you should feel happy and natural, because no one has the opportunity to see my nirvana." β
"Your strength is okay, but you talk too long-winded, you procrastinate too much, get into a fight, kill someone, and you can still talk so much!"
Yang Mo scratched his ears impatiently, and didn't take Long Hao in his eyes at all, "If you don't make a move, I'll go back to take a nap." β
Long Hao was very conceited, and now he was provoked by Yang Mo like this, and he was extremely angry.
He no longer hesitated, roared angrily, and pounced on Yang Mo.
It is worthy of the deepening of dragon blood.
Long Hao's speed was as fast as lightning, faster than any of Yang Mo's previous opponents.
"Die!"
Long Hao arrived in front of Yang Mo in an instant, and slammed his fist into Yang Mo's face.
At this critical moment, Yang Mo had no choice but to retreat, and at the same time made up his mind in his heart: "The dragon blood in his body, I am bound to get it." β
Yang Mo took a step back, and Long Hao took a step closer.
Yang Mo took two steps back, and Long Hao took two steps closer.
Yang Mo is three steps, and Long Hao is also three steps.
Until Yang Mo was forced into a corner, Yang Mo retreated and had nothing to retreat.
"Boy, don't struggle pointlessly, you can't run. β
Long Hao had a smug look on his face and threw a punch at Yang Mo.
Yang Mo did not feel afraid, but saw an opportunity.
"This is the time!"
Yang Mo suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Long Hao's fist, and threw Long Hao from the air.
Boom!
Long Hao fell heavily on the ground, and the dust flew in an instant, and Long Hao smashed a big pit on the ground.
When the teachers and students next to them saw this moment, their faces changed drastically and they felt incredible.
Long Hao is in their school, even if he is not the most powerful fresh graduate, he can definitely rank in the top five.
Coupled with his unique dragon roar, Long Hao's shock to the teachers and students of Yenching University was definitely very strong.
However, at this moment.
Long Hao was defeated by the kid in front of him.
Moreover, the other party didn't even have a move, just a simple move, and defeated the arrogant Long Hao.
One can imagine how surprised this group of teachers and students were.
Now.
Yang Mo made a move, and did not stop immediately, but took out the Hongmeng Sword from his body.
"You...... What are you going to do?" Seeing this, Long Hao seemed to understand Yang Mo's intentions, and his face changed in fright, "You...... You can't do this, the dragon bloodline is mine, you can't take it. β
"You are not a descendant of the Dragon Clan, but you just got this bit of Dragon Bloodline with a little luck, why can't I take it?" Yang Mo picked up the Hongmeng Sword and prepared to take the Dragon Bloodline out of Long Hao's body.
Long Hao shouted in horror: "No...... Don't!"
"Take it easy, it'll be fine soon, it won't hurt. Yang Mo smiled and comforted, and at the same time used the Hongmeng sword to remove Long Hao's thick dragon scales.
But at this moment.
"Stop!"
A middle-aged man in a suit suddenly appeared and walked straight over.
"It's Principal Li Ying here!"
"Now, Brother Hao is saved, and that kid is finished. β
"Look! There's an old man behind the headmaster. β
Li Ying was followed by a gray-haired old man, who looked old.
However, this is only a faΓ§ade.
When this old man appeared, Yang Mo's eyes immediately locked on him, and he secretly raised his vigilance.
"I'm the principal of this school, I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"
Li Ying saw that Yang Mo was not moved at all, his face immediately sank, and he was suddenly a little annoyed.
When Yang Mo heard Li Ying's words, he slowly raised his head, and two indifferent eyes turned to each other: "I heard it, but why should I listen to you, which onion are you?"