Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 297 Meeting Jiumozhi Again

It may not be easy for others to compare, how to break the three-foot stellar energy of the sweeping monk, until now he has only one result, that is, he has a stronger internal force than him, or the other party stands there honestly and let Chen Mo use the Dugu Nine Swords to general The zhenqi gathered into a point pierced the opponent's defense.

This is the world of high martial arts, the world of immortal martial arts, the world of divine martial arts, and even the special world that may appear. How powerful are the people in it? Chen Mo understood from the fusion of the six-meridian sword finger that the perfect integration of internal strength, physical fitness, and moves is the future development. route.

Chen Mo has now obtained these basic skills. The Beiming Divine Skill absorbs internal energy. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill can reach the No. 300 level as long as he has 12 years of high martial arts internal strength. There are also various martial arts techniques. And the powerful martial arts fused together, these all vaguely revealed that the martial arts sect wanted Chen Mo to become a perfect warrior, otherwise he would still only have death in the future.

After thinking about these things, Chen Mo practiced hard and practiced crazily outside the ruined temple every day, waiting for the opportunity to come out of the rivers and lakes again.

At noon that day, Chen Mo was roasting a small wild boar in the small temple. I feel satisfied, at least no matter where he goes, he has never been depressed about not having good food.

While eating his own lunch, a sound of messy footsteps came from outside the small temple. Chen Mo looked up at the dilapidated temple gate. A dozen beggars in rags came in from the outside. With relish, a tall and thin old beggar with a big bag on his back clicked his mouth and smiled and asked:
"Master, are you roasting wild boar?"

Chen Mo saw that this guy asked knowingly, but he saw that these beggars looked like dusty people, and they definitely didn't eat on the way, so he smiled and said:
"You guys are brothers from the Beggar Gang. I'm Chen Mo. It's really relying on wild boars. There are dozens of wild fruits in the corner. If you are hungry, please feel free. You don't need to be polite when you walk in the rivers and lakes."

The old beggar laughed and cupped his fists and said:
"My surname is Chen, and I belong to the same family as my son. People call me an old man with arms. The one with the red face and the ghost knife is Wu Changfeng. The one over there is short winter melon. Don't worry about the old man with the white beard at the end. We are all disciples of the beggar gang. Going to Huishan, I'm a little hungry halfway here, since the young master is generous, I will not be polite."

The disciples of the Beggar Clan were begging everywhere, but after hearing what Chen Mo and the old beggar surnamed Chen said, they thanked Chen Mo noisily, and each of them divided the wild fruits that Chen Mo picked from the mountains and began to eat them.

Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment, he had never even been outside this small village, he didn't even know where he was now, anyway, he was planning to wait until Xu Zhu came out of the mountains, but unexpectedly he ran to Wuxi , and Nahui Mountain is only more than ten miles away from here.

"Everyone, please go ahead, why are you going to Huishan?" Chen Mo tore off a leg of wild boar and handed it to the old man with arms and asked with a smile.

The old man took the pork leg, and after everyone ate, they smiled and said:

"Brother is also a martial artist? We went to Huishan because there was a party in the gang."

Chen Mo has been practicing martial arts for many years, but he still looks handsome. He has also practiced Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and has strong Qi. His skin color and appearance are similar to when he was studying. No matter from which angle you look at him, he looks like a scholar. No wonder the old Jianghu Tongjusou would ask this.

Chen Mo has been in six martial arts worlds before and after. He is nothing if he is not a martial artist. He took out a large wine gourd from behind his back, drank it, handed it to the old man with a smile and said:
"I'm also a Jiang Hu person, but I usually travel around and don't have much fame. I didn't expect to meet the members of the Beggar Clan when I wandered here."

Tong Jusou and others are all high-level officials of the Beggar Clan. They came to investigate the murder of Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan. Chen Mo had no intention of getting involved in the Beggar Clan's affairs. According to his calculations, it was only summer at this time. Zhu came out of the mountain after the beginning of the new year. During this time, he had no time to practice more, just in time to fully integrate the 50 years of inner strength absorbed by Yue Laosan.

But it doesn't matter to him if he meets him to join in the fun. There are not many masters who can rival him in the world of Tianlong. As long as he continues to practice gradually, he will definitely not have too many problems.

Being cautious does not mean that he is afraid. In a world where warriors are rampant, even the strong have to be careful.

After bragging with the old man and others for a while, Chen Mo said with a smile to the old man:
"I don't know if your party is lively or not. If outsiders can go and have a look, how about I go and have a look?"

The old man didn't know Chen Mo's abilities. Chen Mo was just an ordinary young man from the outside, his appearance was not outstanding, he didn't see a weapon with him, and he was very polite to people. He didn't look like a master at first glance. He chuckled and said:
"Of course it's fine. It's not a secret that our beggar gang does things. We'll go later."

Everyone had eaten casually, and Chen Mo followed this group of beggar gang disciples to Huishan not far away from the trail. When everyone had just walked into a forest, a strange laughter came from the forest. Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, and saw Jiu Mozhi got out from behind a big tree and looked at him with a strange smile:
"Haha. I didn't expect to meet you here, boy, where are you going to escape now?"

Tongbisou and his group suddenly saw a foreign monk blocking the way. As disciples of the beggar gang, they immediately formed an formation to block it. Chen Mo frowned and said in a low voice:
"Brothers, spread out, this guy is looking for me, I will lure him away."

Chen Mo jumped out along the woods as soon as he turned his body. The sudden appearance of Jiumozhi was beyond his expectations, but he was not very interested in the gathering of the beggar gang, nor did he have the idea of ​​making friends with Xiao Feng. He came here to meet a hero, he didn't have the task of killing and defeating Xiao Feng, he didn't even have the idea of ​​meeting him.

It took Jiumozhi Chen Mo more than ten days to bring him from Dali to the Central Plains. At the beginning, he didn't intend to kill him directly. Now that he met him, he just solved a task.

He was flying in front of the grass with lightness kung fu, Jiumozhi looked at his body and bounced, like a big yellow bird, he flew up the treetops more than three feet high and chased along the woods, the two of them showed lightness kung fu, Tongbisou and others were horrified by the martial arts of these two people.

Before they regained their composure, the two of them had already run out of their sight. Chen Mo's Grass Flying was already regarded as a unique skill of lightness that few people could match. In order for Jiumozhi to keep up, he even used only seven levels of strength Hang Jiumozhi ten feet away;

The two kept running one after the other, and after half an hour, they had arrived in a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides tens of miles away. When they arrived here, Chen Mo suddenly stopped and stood there, looking at Jiumozhi who was rushing towards him. Smile coldly.

(End of this chapter)