Chapter 143

Everyone was surprised.

No one noticed that in the lightning, a teenager suddenly attacked Tang Lun's move and turned a blind eye to the dignity of the thunder robbing monk.

They looked at Chen Mo carefully and were surprised for a moment.

Tang Lun had noticed Chen Mo for a long time. Being intimidated by Chen Mo that day made him lose a lot of face, and he was always bitter and depressed in his heart. After finding Chen Mo in xianman building, he had the idea of revenge. In fact, as a prince like Tang Lun, there had been a VIP box for a long time, but he deliberately came to trouble Chen Mo, just to teach Chen Mo a lesson and save face.

Chen Mo made a move, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the boy's moves were mysterious, Tang Lun felt confident when he thought of the monk Lei Jie sitting next to him. "You are also this madman's accomplice, shielding his crime and slandering the reputation of Yanyu princess. Today, I kneel down and admit my mistake, and I'll let you go."

"Captain Xinghai, I think it's a misunderstanding." Luo Sheng was pale.

Pangxinghai is directly under the Tang royal family, and Luo Sheng is under the command of Chang'an Jun. the two sides are not the same department. Today, the emperor is dissatisfied with Chang'an Jun. pangxinghai also knows in his heart that he has no good feelings for Luo Sheng. "What's the misunderstanding? Didn't he admit it?"

"This young man harbours his accomplices and slanders today's princess. It's an unforgivable crime. For your sake, you are young and ignorant. Just admit your mistake today. Otherwise, don't blame the ruthless military law." Beside the Starry Sea, cold Bangbang dropped a word.

Luo Sheng quickly grabbed Xiang Feichen and whispered something.

"You must feel the same way." Tang Lun said proudly.

Others nodded in agreement, but they admired Jiang Yanyu, the peerless genius today. No one would believe that she would hide her age for the sake of shenwuju. With her talent, even four years earlier, she could occupy a place in shenwuju.

Tang Lun looked at Chen Mo more proudly, as if he had a winning ticket.

"Funny, poor." Chen Mo suddenly shook his head.

"Are you unconvinced?" Tang Lun disdained it.

"Jiang Yanyu's talent is absolutely gorgeous, but it's ridiculous to see you treat her as a saint and can't be questioned by others."

Chen Mo's sympathetic eyes made Tang Lun furious. "Boy, what are you talking about!"

"It is said that Jiangzhou once had the auspicious scene of '3000 misty rain and Luan birds chirping'. This may be the omen of Jiang Yanyu's genius. It is not surprising that my brother has such an idea. At most, he is unwilling or a little jealous... But you... Are you a dog next to Jiang Yanyu?"

"Protect her everywhere, and no one can doubt it. You are not afraid of the shadow. You jump out like a thief with a guilty heart. As a martial artist, you are also pathetic." Chen Mo said coldly.

"You, you, how dare you say that about me!" Tang Lun opened his eyes wide and fumed angrily. He thought he had occupied the highest place of public opinion. He didn't expect that this boy was so cunning that he downplayed the concept of changing ideas and made a rake.

Tang Lun, who had been pampered since childhood, was said so unkindly for the first time, and was angry.

"How dare you say that the prince of Baisha is a dog."

"What are you!"

"Death!!"

Several of Tang Lun's associates shared a common hatred and gnashed their teeth.

The onlookers were said by Chen Mo, who vaguely felt that it was wrong, but felt that there was some truth. For a moment, they couldn't refute it, but nodded thoughtfully.

"This is also the high talent of Yanyu princess."

Luo Sheng and Xiang Feichen were silly. Luo Sheng asked you in a low voice where you knew your friend. It was so clever that he suddenly turned his position into a righteous side.

"Nonsense, you dare to slander Princess Yanyu is slandering me. I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the princess today." Tang Lun shouted angrily, and there was an impulse to tear Chen Mo to pieces in his heart.

The two flowers gather at the top, and when the breath is exposed, the arms are stretched out, such as the wings of a white crane, which fits the body.

At this moment, the surrounding tables and chairs immediately burst into pieces, and the space seemed to be frozen, tightly locked Chen Mo, and a strong breath came out of Tang Lun's arms, like a double knife slash.

This move 'white crane brightens its wings' is the first-class martial art of white crane shape. It is impeccably perfect in both speed and attack. The beauty of his mother's Crane Dance white sand is comparable to that of Flowing Clouds and flowing water.

Even if all the friends around praised a good word, the thunder robbing monk beside Xinghai also nodded secretly.

Chen Mo remained calm. Tang Lun's white crane flaunting his wings was just a bravado for him. He didn't move a step. Chen Mo motioned Tai Chi and made a move of Gen covering the bowl.

A brute force directly trapped Tang Lunbai's crane shaped double winged chop attack. Chen Mo punched out and buckled his strength like a bowl.

Tang Lun's face changed greatly, and he changed from attack to defense. Facing the trapped power, he stabbed and took it with him, holding the momentum of burning jade and stone to avoid the killing machine, and killed it with one move. This move 'driving the crane West' is the strongest martial skill in the white crane shape, almost holding the self loss of 800. In this public, Tang Lun didn't want to be defeated by a young man who looked like a scholar anyway, which was a great disgrace to his white sand king.

But he faced Chen mo.

A warrior who once fought with the star for life and death.

Chen Mo's shoulders shook, and Tai Chi's mellow strength came out, which easily resolved Tang Lun's counterattack. He worked hard on his body and used his shoulders to make the ridge full.

The continuous offensive immediately entangled Tang Lun and drove the crane to the West. Tang Lun's crane shape immediately struggled like falling into the water. His chest was stuffy and painful, and Tang Lun was repulsed without any support.

Pang xinghaiyan, with a quick hand, reached out and grabbed the retreating Tang Lun, which didn't embarrass him. However, there were all excellent martial artists present, and those with a little eyesight could see that the prince of Baisha had almost no power to parry.

"Who the hell are you?" Tang Lun's face changed slightly.

"Your martial arts skills seem to be super first-class. Is this to protect your partner?" The nearby Xinghai said coldly.

"It seems that you also think Jiang Yanyu is a saint in your eyes, and others can't question it?" Chen Mo seemed to laugh.

"What do you dare to call the princess by her name?" Chen Mo easily defeated Tang Lun, but despite his experience, he was dismissive of the nearby Xinghai. In his eyes, even the martial artist who gathered three flowers and was as perfect as a martial saint was not his opponent. Seeing that Chen Mo humiliated Tang Lun, he was worried about not having a chance. Hearing Chen Mo's disrespectful words, he immediately grabbed the handle, and with a loud drink, the huge idea shot into the audience like a tide. All martial artists tightened their bodies, and immediately felt the horror of this Zhaowu captain.

"What do you dare to be presumptuous with me?" Chen Mo said coldly.

Pang Xinghai laughed angrily. It was the first time a martial artist dared to talk to him like this. This time, even if it wasn't for Tang Lun's face, with this boy's attitude, Pang Xinghai would ask him to pay the price. Even if it was a palace exam, he couldn't think of it.

With a move, more than a dozen flying swords flew out.

"Sword formula!"

There was a sound of pumping in the restaurant.

The sword formula magical power of brother Lei Jie is much stronger than that of a martial artist. It's like a martial artist using to resist a sword. No matter how strong it is, it can't compete with weapons.

The restaurant owner said to Chen Mo in fear, "this friend, please admit a mistake."

"Monk's sword formula, then I also want to experience it. If you can't pass, how can you challenge Jiang Yanyu?" Chen Mo didn't admit defeat at all.

"Hard mouth!!" The nearby star sea said coldly, and his mind moved.

More than a dozen flying swords turned into a golden flash. Like a golden python, the sword light shone, and almost blinded everyone's eyes. A golden sword light then twisted towards Chen mo.

Chen Mo didn't dare to underestimate it. His whole body was full of breath, and the three flowers gathered at the top, which was an integral whole.

"Impossible, Wu Sheng!!"

"Unexpectedly, it's Wu Sheng!!"

"He is a martial saint!"

Surprised, Tang Lun was also dumbfounded. He didn't expect Chen Mo to be a martial saint with three flowers gathering at the top and the unity of soul and flesh. Martial arts have three flowers, and the three flowers gather at the top, but not everyone can reach this level. It takes a strong mentality, experience and adventure of martial arts to achieve the real unity of soul and flesh. Martial arts masters at the martial arts Saint level are almost the existence of the highest physical martial arts skills. If they reach the martial arts saint, martial arts masters' martial arts skills can even compete with star generals. Even experienced generals such as Bian Xinghai have not reached this level. Of course, even if there was no martial Saint realm, the powerful mana after the thunder robbery still has great advantages over the martial saint.

The supernatural power of brother Lei Jie is often superior to martial arts.

Although it was unexpected that Chen Mo could enter the realm of martial Saint at such a young age, Pang Xinghai was also worthy of being an old Zhaowu colonel. It was only one step away from being promoted to general. He immediately calmed down and drove the sword formula.

The light of the sword fell like a python.

Chen Mo hit with both fists, each fist impressively eight trigrams fist meaning, the realm is brilliant. The eight trigrams fist is full of meaning. If the array completely entangles the twisted sword formula, it is far from enough to deal with brother Lei Jie in this way.

Pang Xinghai's body moved, and more than a dozen sword formulas suddenly turned into a huge sword in his hand. The man cut off the sword and immediately fragmented Chen Mo's eight trigrams fist intention.

Chen Mo runs the Beidou Dayan, and the divine power boils out. He takes out the Beidou and sweeps it over.

The Beidou hidden by the wind hidden God stone erupted into a force like a huge wave, which directly shook away the sword Jue suppression of the nearby Xinghai, and calmly greeted the beheaded giant sword.

Pang Xinghai sneered in his heart, and the warrior fought with weapons. Unless it was Gao Zhuxing's Xingwu, it was a joke. He was about to chop Chen Mo's weapons, but suddenly found that the sword formula could not be cut down.

It's not good to be stunned by the nearby star sea.

The sword formula quickly changed and drew a sword array to kill Chen mo.

The most powerful sword formula is infinitely changeable and unexpected, but it needs to be controlled by the monk's mind. It is often not as comfortable to use as a weapon. Even if it can be driven like an arm, it is still a fatal weakness in the face of the attack of the martial saint.

At the moment when his sword formula changed, Chen Mo took a Xuanji step. Beidou Dayan smashed the iron rod without leaving a gap.

This smash smashed the gold armor of the nearby Xinghai. The man was in a critical moment. He used a magic power to avoid it, but he was still directly swept down to the wall by the remaining power of the Beidou and fell ugly.

Chen Mo swept away more than a dozen flying swords with one stick. Without the support of the monk's mind, these flying swords were just waving their teeth and claws.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe it.