Chapter Twenty-Nine: I am arrogant because I have the capital

Mo Liang stood in the distance, not reacting much to everything that was happening in front of him, which was in stark contrast to Zhou Liangyun, who was already pale and pale with fright.

This battle ended quickly, but Mo Liang learned a lot of things, and also understood how huge the gap in strength caused by this cultivation gap was.

This battle has benefited him a lot.

"Okay, the annoying bad dog is gone, and now it's time to complete the task given to me by the young master. ”

Yuan Mu looked at Zhou Yan in front of him with a sneer, and his cold eyes revealed Sen Han's malice.

Zhou Yan also began to get nervous at this time, he looked at Yuan Mu with a malicious face in front of him, and his legs actually began to tremble, after all, he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and it was already very good that he was not scared to pee at this time.

Mo Liang still stood in the distance gracefully, watching this scene with great interest, to be honest, his evaluation of this Zhou Yan was not high, or even very low, if it wasn't for this Zhou Yan's amazing luck, maybe Mo Liang would have forgotten such a number one person as Zhou Yan until now.

However, luck is luck, and there will eventually be a time when it will fall into a trough, and now Zhou Yan, without a guard by his side, can he win against Yuan Mu, who has the power of the seal, with his cultivation in the position.

Yuan Mu walked towards Zhou Yan step by step, the malice on his face became more and more strong as his footsteps moved, and when he walked in front of Zhou Yan, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

At this time, the young man in Chinese clothes behind him also showed a happy expression on his face, it seemed that the Mao Dun between him and Zhou Yan was indeed not small.

Yuan Mu stretched out a hand, slowly raised it, and then slammed it into his leg under Zhou Yan's extremely frightened gaze.

"Ahh

Zhou Qing'er, who was protected by Zhou Yan, suddenly lost color on her face when she saw this scene, and she screamed, she wanted to step forward to help Zhou Yan, but she was protected by Zhou Yan.

"Bang!"

However, at the moment when Yuan Mu's hand was about to hit Zhou Yan's thigh, a pair of dry and thin big hands clamped Yuan Mu's hand fiercely.

Yes, it is clamped, at this moment Yuan Mu felt that it was not an old man's hand that grabbed his hand, but a stiff iron tong, Yuan Mu knew that he had met a master, and immediately unloaded the spiritual power in his hand, and said with a bitter smile on his face: "The younger generation does not know the height of the sky, and I hope the seniors will forgive me." ”

As soon as the words came out, the hands that were originally clamping on him slowly let go, and Yuan Mu also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and only then did he slowly turn his head to look at the person who had stopped his attack and was far superior in strength to himself.

This is an old man with goosebumps, dressed in simple linen clothes, looking ordinary just like a country man, but what people never expected was that this old man actually surpassed Yuan Mu's strength, you must know that it is a strong man in the printing position, that is to say, the strength of this old man is definitely above the printing position!

"I don't know what the seniors called. ”

Yuan Mu, who was released, also gave up his plan to break Zhou Yan's leg at this time