The monk who bought Lei Guangshi did not leave, but first threatened Chen Mo, "If Lei Guangshi is fake, I will complain to Xianmen." ”

"That's nature," Chen Mo wasn't worried. In this world, as long as you have done something in front of people, you can't deny it. He had no intention of cheating. After all, his thunder stones are all real.

Then the man went away full of joy.

"Anything else?" Chen Mo asked loudly, "Walk by, don't miss it." When you enter the fairy gate, you can't be reluctant to give up the spirit stone. If you buy it, you can buy it with peace of mind, and who can be sure that there will be thunderstorms next? ”

Chen Mo's shouting attracted another monk, "Two spirit stones, I'll buy five thunder stones." ”

"Deal," Chen Mo cleanly took out five thunder stones. The one who had quoted two spirit stones before was overjoyed and also bought five thunder stones at the same price.

When every monk on the scene bought thunder stones, and the crowd on the hillside dispersed, Chen Mo counted it, and he got a total of thirteen spirit stones from the auction just now. The thunder stones he collected this time and last time were also sold out.

I finally got twenty spirit stones, and when I went to Sifang City, I was a little bit of a family.

After Chen Mo left Qiwu Mountain, the figure that had observed him from a distance appeared again.

"It should be the kid with the package on his back, didn't Immortal Master Lu say that he was gone? Could it be that Immortal Master Lu lied? The man held his chin in his hand and muttered to himself, "No, I have to go back and report it quickly and tell the master what happened here." "He is a family member sent by Old Man Huang, named Huang An, who came to guide the monks who collected Qi Lei Guangshi.

He hadn't gone far when a man stepped out from behind the low bushes in front of him, looking at him coldly.

"Yes, it's you?" When Huang An saw Chen Mo, it was like seeing a ghost.

"Didn't expect that? Aren't you going back to report the news? As soon as Chen Mo's wrist flipped, the rusty short blade was held in his hand.

Huang An had seen the methods of the immortal master, and the people released a fireball from afar, and he burned himself to ashes.

How did he know that Chen Mo didn't know how to spell at all, let alone the fireball, even if it was a flame, Chen Mo couldn't release it.

Huang An decisively admitted, "Immortal Master Chen, you misunderstood, I was sent by Immortal Chang Ren to do something. ”

"Really?" Chen Mo didn't want to talk to him too much, he came to Qiwu Mountain, and he had already thought about how to deal with it after being discovered by the people arranged by Ren Jie. When trading the Thunder Light Stone with those monks, Chen Mo had been paying attention to the movements around him.

Sure enough, he found out that someone was snooping in the dark.

Chen Mo's face looked better, "Since Immortal Elder Ren sent you out to do something, then you can please." ”

He stepped out of the way and let Huang An pass by his side.

The corners of Huang An's eyes twitched, and he walked forward cautiously. At that moment, the short blade in Chen Mo's hand swung towards him.

A shadow flashed, Huang An knew that something was wrong, and shouted: "I am from Old Man Huang's mansion, you dare to do it to me?" ”

Huang An asked as he pulled out his waist knife and fought against Chen Mo.

Chen Mo didn't use the fireball technique, which made Huang An relax a lot. The kid in front of him is not tall and not strong, Huang Shi thought to himself that with a knife, Chen Mo could not take half of the advantage of himself.

The short blade and the long knife touched together, and the knife in Huang An's hand snapped and broke into two.

Huang An was not only not frightened, but became greedy.

"Boy, you don't deserve this knife, so let's give it to your grandfather obediently."

As he spoke, Huang An threw away the broken knife and directly used the trick of snatching the white blade empty-handed to snatch the short blade in Chen Mo's hand.

As if he was frightened, Chen Mo was completely defenseless, allowing Huang An to attack within two steps of him. Huang An looked at Chen Mo with a cruel smile, "It turned out to be a silver-like wax gun head, which is useless." ”

Chen Mo parried Huang An's offensive again and again, allowing Huang An to accurately judge Chen Mo's strength. If Chen Mo used the immortal method, he Huang An would definitely not be an opponent. But if you want to compare your fists and feet with Huang An, a master who has been immersed in kung fu for more than ten years, where will Huang An take Chen Mo in his eyes.

Chen Mo kept retreating. But once Huang An's fist was opened, it was like flowing water, one move was fiercer than another, one move was faster than another, and it didn't take long for Chen Mo to be beaten to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, the only thing to be thankful for was that his short blade was still in his hand and was not snatched away.

"Bring the knife to your grandfather," Huang An used a cannon to the sky, which was the killer weapon he was proud of. For more than ten years, the good players who died under his trick were no less than double digits.

Chen Mo's sword momentum was completely sealed by the fist shadow, and he couldn't use it at all. Seeing that his short blade was about to be taken away by Huang An, once the short blade left his hand, Chen Mo's fate could be imagined.

Chen Mo had no choice, he had to urge the aura in the dantian, it was good if the aura was not urged, once urged, the aura in the body seemed to be missing an embankment, and it was constantly surging towards the short blade, Chen Mo was shocked, he wanted to stop, but he couldn't stop. Not to mention interrupting the output of aura, he couldn't even take the initiative to get rid of the short blade and let the short blade out of his hand.

At this moment, Huang An's fist had already reached Chen Mo's face.

Huang An was so unhappy, but he saw that the short blade in Chen Mo's hand suddenly shone brightly, and the sudden light made Huang An's eyes instantly blind.

Chen Mo waved violently, and Huang An's arm broke off at the shoulder.

Huang An screamed in pain, and then looked at Chen Mo, who was as pale as paper, did not stop at all, with a wave of the short blade, a blood line slowly grew from Huang An's neck, and Huang An didn't even snort again, and fell down.

In just two swords, Chen Mo exhausted the aura in his body. At this time, even if a child pushed him, he could not fight back, so he had to flee in a hurry, went down the mountain, did not even dare to take the official road, and staggered in the field path to the direction of the innkeeper's hometown.

In normal times, Chen Mo would definitely take all the gold and silver around Huang An's waist with him, those were his trophies, there was no reason not to. But Chen Mo was worried that it would change later.

After night, Chen Mo sneaked into the house, and then he took a long breath and began to sort out the previous fight with Huang An.

I have to say that magic has become Chen Mo's biggest shortcoming. He had the realm of the third stage of qi training, but he couldn't use the aura in his body to use it against the enemy. When fighting with opponents, he had to use the charlatans. Chen Mo's skills are naturally not weak compared to ordinary martial artists. But compared to a master of the rivers and lakes like Huang An, it is still far from enough.

Chen Mo destroyed the aura in his body and came to control the short blade, which was completely his subconscious behavior. It is not an exaggeration to say that the donkey skills are poor, but the change in the short blade really made Chen Mo stunned.