The one who spoke was a strong man, wearing a single coat like a woodcutter, revealing his muscles like an iron block full of explosive power.

This strong man's face was stern, and his eyes were like iron, and ordinary warriors would not dare to look at him.

Chen Mo was not afraid of his gaze, and asked curiously, "You said that a martial artist who is more powerful than the Three Flowers Gathering Peak?"

The strong man stared at Chen Mo with a look in his eyes as if he was about to kill.

However, his deterrence is undoubtedly a class axe for Chen Mo, who has signed three star generals. Seeing Chen Mo's calm demeanor, the strong man was also slightly startled, and calmed his tone: "I will naturally see it with my own eyes." The strong man nodded with palpitations.

The martial artist who reached the peak of the Three Flowers Gathering before the age of twenty was already a rare genius in a hundred years, and even Jiang Yanyu, who was the first genius of the Great Heavy Dynasty, had only not experienced the big and small thunderstorms.

More powerful than her?

Chen Mo didn't believe it very much, taking a step back, if there was really such a martial artist in the assessment, it would have alarmed the imperial capital a long time ago, if there was no background, it would be the object of the forces of all parties.

The strong man smiled: "I know you don't believe it, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it, that girl looks soft and weak, but I accidentally saw her behead the monk of the Little Thunder Tribulation." Speaking of this, as if remembering the scene of that day, he shuddered.

Woman?

Could it be a star general?

However, there is no need for the star general to participate in this kind of divine martial arts at all, and there is no benefit to wasting time.

"There are people outside the world, there are heavens outside the sky, and it's normal to have a few." Chen Mo smiled.

"The little brother is also broad-minded, I don't know which town it is, he looks very young. By the way, my name is Zhang Meng, and I am seventeen this year."

"You're only seventeen?" Chen Mo was stunned.

"Isn't it thirty or forty at first glance?" ZHANG Mengdao.

Chen Mo nodded, it was indeed the same as he thought, he was stunned when he saw him for the first time, thinking that this forty or fifty-year-old man can also pass the assessment?

Chen Mo became interested in this strong man, so he chatted and learned that he was a man from Qinghe Town.

"I'm not the one who rumored that Qingzhen defeated the Essence Flower Stage Martial Artist." Zhang Meng smiled shyly. I think it must be bragging, it's impossible to defeat the Jinghua period with nine turns of qi and blood."

Chen Mo was noncommittal.

"By the way, where is Your Excellency, I don't know if you have heard anything?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Under the surname Chen, the single name is a Mo, from Qinglong Town, as for the news, I didn't ask much, but since it is a Shenwuju, I will always run into it." Chen Mo said.

"That's right, if we really run into that woman, I don't think we'll have fun." Zhang Meng thought so.

Soon, it was Chen Mo's turn for the team, he took out the bronze lifting order and was about to take the exam, at this moment, a figure stepped in front of him first, squeezing Chen Mo back behind.

"Little brother, don't you see so many people queuing?"

Before Chen Mo could speak, Zhang Meng behind him slapped the shoulder of the brocade boy who cut in line, but as soon as he patted it, a strong rebound came back, Zhang Meng immediately used his strength, running his qi and blood, his face was red, and his iron muscles bulged up.

The brocade-clothed man sneered, his shoulders shook, and he saw a flower blooming on the top, and a stream of qi and blood boiling like a rising tide, Zhang Meng obviously couldn't suppress the strength of the other party, his expression changed, and he was about to make a fool of himself.

Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief and nodded gratefully at Chen Mo, his eyes a little surprised.

"Huh?" The brocade-clothed man raised his eyebrows and said playfully, "It's interesting." He glanced at Chen Mo with disdain, turned his head and took out the token, which was a piece of gold lifting order.

As if to show off, the man in brocade raised his lifting order to Chen Mo, as if to say: Stinky boy, this young master is a person from a big city, like you, who is on the side of a poor country.

Zhang Meng gritted his teeth when he saw it, but he knew that the golden lifting order represented some important towns of the Dazhong Dynasty, such as a prosperous place like Changluo, and there were no more than five or six in the entire Sichuan Prefecture, and the natural strength of the people who could win from such a prosperous place should not be underestimated.

Copper and silver like theirs were invisibly compared in the first assessment.

Sure enough, the surrounding warriors showed envious looks, and they were all very envious of the reward received by the golden lifting order.

Joke.

In Changluo, there were actually people shaking their majesty in front of him.

Chen Mo slapped him with his hand, and the other party only felt that he was fluttering, and when he was under his feet, he had already leaned aside.

"Boy, how dare you be rude to me!" the young man laughed angrily. If I don't take you today, it's an insult to me."

It turned out to be a thorn, no wonder it was so arrogant.

Thorn Jing is a border fortress in Sichuanzhou, where it is an important place for soldiers, and it is not as prosperous as Changluo, but the martial arts are extremely prosperous, and the warriors there are all the masters of blood and strength.

In Thorn Jing, all martial artists believe in the respect of the strong, and the strength speaks.This kid also seems to feel that he has a gold system to raise people, ranking in some bronze and silver.[,!] level lifting people in front of the loss of face, so it doesn't matter in front of Chen Mo.

After the words fell, the brocade-clothed young man rushed towards Chen Mo, walking like a big peng, and he arrived in front of him in one step, with five claws like a net, which was a grappling technique.

"It's Dapeng Fist!!"

The surrounding warriors exclaimed.

"This kid has practiced Dapeng Fist so well, he has reached the first-class realm."

The sharp-eyed warrior said in shock.

Martial arts are super first-class, first-class, and quasi-first-class, but there is a good saying, there is no strongest martial art, only the strongest martial arts.

This kid really has the capital to be arrogant.

In the Dazhong Dynasty, 'Dapeng Boxing' is a martial art in the army, ordinary people can't learn it, and only after the door can be learned.

With the Dapeng fist to practice to a high level, even in the face of a mount, the warrior with a big sword can be won instantly.

This kid is also full of confidence when he uses Dapeng Fist, and wants to break Chen Mo's hand and give others a little bit of power.

Chen Mo smiled secretly.

If he can be caught by Dapeng Fist, Auntie will not be able to despise him.

The brocade-clothed young man grabbed Chen Mo's arm with his hand, pinched his five fingers, and made a grappling method, suddenly, the young man was stunned, and grabbed a ball of air in his hand, Chen Mo's arm had disappeared without a trace.

"Not good."

The brocade-clothed young man had a strong premonition of danger, and the young man folded a crossed knife shape with both hands, and spun back violently, "Hob meat!" The arms were like two knives, and they rotated rapidly in front of him, and even the steel was about to be cut.

Swish.

With a slash of both hands, it slashed into a cloud of air again.

"How so?" The young man's eyes shrank, and he couldn't believe that the reaction and speed he had cultivated in the Dapeng Fist had actually failed twice, and fighting on the battlefield was equivalent to dying twice.

Oops.

A mighty mountain suddenly rose from behind him, like a Mount Tai was about to collapse and crush him into a meatloaf, he had never felt such a terrifying pressure, his heart and lungs were to be shattered, and the immortal qi and blood were to disappear.

Touch.

The young man was startled, and he collapsed to the ground, and when he looked back, he saw Chen Mo looking at him with a smile.

"You're peeing your pants ......"

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