Deep in the forest.

"I'm not dead?"

Yang Mo slowly opened his eyes and found that he was tied like a zongzi.

In front of him was a large pit more than two meters deep, and two people stood around the pit.

The two men each held a cigarette in their mouths, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and looked at Yang Mo like they were looking at their prey.

"Haha! You offended Yang Shao, what's the difference between you and a dead person?"

Yang Shao?

The other party's words made Yang Mo's brows frown slightly.

"Which green onion is Yang Shao?"

As one of the eight masters of the Glory Dynasty, the dignified Sword Emperor, Yang Mo really didn't know any Yang Shao.

Next Second......

A storm of memories instantly poured into Yang Mo's mind.

Earth...... Earth?

Poplar...... Yang?

I was reborn!

Yang Mo's expression became a little complicated.

As the Sword Emperor, Yang Mo's last memory was that he killed countless powerhouses in seconds with the supreme sword dao, severely damaging the Seven Great Masters.

In the end, he was desperately hit by the Seven Great Masters and entered the Hongmeng Abyss.

But they didn't expect that not only did they not fall, but they were reborn on Earth.

This young man is also called Yang Mo, but he is recognized as a waste material by the Yang family.

Just because he offended Yang Ming with one sentence, he was tied up here.

"Damn, you waste, you are dying, you dare to insult Yang Shao!"

The yellow hair on the left threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, like a barking hound, and rushed to Yang Mo's face.

"What kind of thing are you? You're just a piece of waste, a piece of garbage! You can't even compare to one of Yang Shao's toes. If Yang Shao wants you to die, you have to die!"

Huang Mao took out a sharp dagger from his body and aimed it at Yang Mo.

According to Huang Mao's assumption, this waste should be so frightened that he should be so frightened that he knelt on the ground crying bitterly and begged him to let him go.

However, Yang Mo was calm and relaxed at this time, without the slightest fear on his face, as if it was not him who was tied, but Huang Mao.

"Okay, we don't need to talk nonsense with this waste, just cut off his hands and legs, throw him into the pit, and go back to Yang Shao as soon as possible. ”

The other said impatiently.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Huang Mao nodded and looked at Yang Mo fiercely.

"Hmph, don't blame us, if you want to blame, blame yourself for being a waste. ”

Huang Mao's words were murderous.

Hearing such vicious words, Yang Mo's face was as calm as ever.

"Oh, well, since you're ready to do it, I'll do it for you. ”

Yang Mo didn't pay any attention to the reaction of the yellow-haired two, a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then his hands struggled slightly.

The rope tied to Yang Mo's body immediately appeared countless cracks, and then strangely shattered into ashes, and disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn, what the hell just happened?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his eyes.

"Waste, you think this little trick can fool me, I'll let you die now!"

The other person pulled out a machete and slashed at Yang Mo.

Die?

Yang Mo suddenly laughed, smiling evilly.

"I'm sorry, you're not qualified. ”

Yang Mo raised his arm and gently pointed at the other party.

Rumble!

He fell backwards straight, his limbs twitching.

"This ......"

Huang Mao's eyes widened, and his face was full of shock and fear.

"It's your turn!"

Yang Mo turned his head to look at Huang Mao, as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me......"

Huang Mao swallowed hard, and the fear on his face was extremely thick.

Without waiting for Yang Mo to speak, Huang Mao knelt directly towards Yang Mo and kowtowed frantically.

Well?

Yang Mo was stunned, he didn't expect Huang Mao to be so afraid of death.

"Rubbish!"

And just as Yang Mo was about to speak, an inch-headed man suddenly walked out of the dense forest in front of him.

Murderous!

Yang Mo could see that his anger was very heavy, and the lives on his hands would definitely be no less than double digits.

"Zhang Sanye, save me!"

Huang Mao saw the inch-headed man appear, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"I can't even do this little thing that Yang Shao explained, what do you want. ”

As he spoke, the inch-headed man rushed towards the yellow fur like a lion that pounced on its prey.

"Don't ......"

The sound of yellow hair's wailing was still in his ears, and his body had already fallen.

A second.

The inch-headed man's movements were too fast, and it only took a second for Huang Mao to become a corpse.

"Boy, I'll admit that you surprised me a bit, but, I'm going to warn you. ”

Speaking of this, the inch-headed man turned his murderous gaze to Yang Mo:

"In the face of absolute strength, any scheming is futile. There are many people who are stronger than you, and they have died under my fist. It's easier for me to kill you than it is for an ant to pinch to death. ”

Hearing this, Yang Mo smiled slightly, and spit out two words from his mouth:

"Trash!"

"Huh?"

The inch-headed man was slightly stunned, feeling that he had misheard.

Yang Mo put away his smile and pointed to the inch-headed man and counted:

"I said you're a piece of garbage, garbage that can't be garbage anymore. ”

This time, the inch-headed man heard it clearly, his face sank, and a chill erupted in his dark eyes:

"Look for death!"

With a loud shout, the inch-headed man suddenly burst out, and an iron fist hit Yang Mo's head.

The inch-headed man was completely enraged!

He is a famous mercenary king, and countless people have died at the hands of his fist.

And this recognized waste dares to call itself garbage.

So, he must die!

Even if Yang Shao didn't kill him, he wouldn't let go of this waste.

Seeing the inch-headed man's attack, Yang Mo raised his hand slightly and threw a punch at random.

"Idiot!"

The corners of the inch-headed man's mouth hooked up with a cruel sneer.

What he is most proud of is a pair of iron fists, even if it is a few centimeters of steel plate, it can be pierced with one punch.

And Yang Mo's fist, white and slender, looks powerless, and fighting against himself is completely like hitting a stone with an egg, and it will definitely be abolished.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Yang Mo's broken arm, the inch-headed man's face was full of excitement, and he hit Yang Mo's fist without reservation.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the two fists slammed into each other.

Click!

With a crisp sound, a figure was like a lightning strike, and the whole person flew back four or five meters away like a kite with a broken string, and landed in a big pit on the ground.

Yang Mo still stood quietly in place, the whole person was like a mountain, not moving at all.

This...... How can it be!

If it weren't for the bloody iron fist, which caused him great pain, the inch-headed man suspected that he was dreaming.

He couldn't believe that his dignified mercenary king, known as the "Iron Fist", would be beaten away by such a "waste".

"Who are you? Who are you?"

The inch-headed man shouted in fear.

"Go back and tell Yang Ming that from today onwards, Yang Mo is no longer the 'waste' Yang Mo of the past. If he wants to die, come to me for revenge. ”

Yang Mo shook off these words and walked straight down the mountain.