Ye Mo also saw a golden elixir monk in the crowd sitting on the deck without his left arm. WwW. QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO. cOmAnother monk was standing a few dozen meters away from him. There was a flying sword spinning above the standing monk's head. It was obvious that he was the one who cut off the arm of the sitting monk just now.
What makes Ye Mo strange is that the monk whose arm was cut off was at the ninth level of the Golden Core, while the monk standing there surrounded by flying swords only had the eighth level. Moreover, the monk surrounded by flying swords looked young, and his long hair even looked a bit flowing.
What surprised Ye Mo even more was that the sitting monk didn't have the power to fight back, but he lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at the standing monk. It seemed that the standing young monk cut off his arm to give him face.
The onlookers moved slightly out of the way, and the deck was so large that the circle was even bigger than several football fields.
"You, pick up the broken arm." The standing young monk saw the broken arm falling in front of Ye Mo, and immediately pointed at Ye Mo and said coldly. Bursts of murderous intent radiated out as he spoke, like an ice sword entering his body, which made people very uncomfortable.
Everyone looked at Ye Mo, and then looked behind Ye Mo. Ye Mo looked back at the place where he came out, which was the passage of the ordinary cabin. I had some understanding in my heart. I guess this guy saw me coming out of the ordinary cabin and thought he was easy to bully, so he wanted to establish his authority.
However, it was the first time that Ye Mo saw a guy at the eighth level of the Golden Core dare to establish authority over himself, a monk at the late ninth level of the Golden Core.
Ye Mo didn't want to cause trouble, but he was not afraid of it. Even if he was nervous when he saw Feng Laoshi, he would still resist even if Feng Laoshi wanted to kill him, let alone a guy at the eighth level of the Golden Core. If the guy doesn't bark, he's just watching the excitement at best.
Ye Mo picked up the broken arm on the ground and threw it towards the monk with the broken arm. The severed arm seemed to have eyes, fitting perfectly into the severed arm of the monk sitting on the ground.
The broken-arm monk didn't expect that someone would pick up the broken arm for him. He nodded gratefully to Ye Mo, but at the same time he gave Ye Mo an apologetic look. Then he took out a few pills, swallowed them, and cast several small spells on his broken arm. He only focused on healing his wounds, but still did not dare to look at the young long-haired monk.
The monk at the eighth level of the Golden Core did not expect that although Ye Mo picked up the severed arm, he gave it to the person who cut off the arm. He was obviously playing against him, and his face immediately turned ugly.
"You are looking for death..." The long-haired monk at the eighth level of the Golden Core was immediately angered by Ye Mo. The flying sword swirling around his head made a buzzing sound, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.
Just when everyone thought there was a lot of fun to be seen, the ship suddenly shook, and it shook violently. Soon, everyone felt that the ship was tilting.
This ship is basically a Big Mac, it can even be said to be a moving land, and this kind of Big Mac usually only vibrates slightly when walking in the sea. It has never happened before.
Just when many monks didn't know what was going on, a sharp scream came. Everyone knew that this kind of scream meant that they were in danger.
"Eighth-level Cape Jiao..." Someone finally discovered the problem. Although we don't know why the eighth-level Cape Jiao appeared in the inland sea, meeting an eighth-level Cape Jiao is a matter of narrow escape.
No one was watching the excitement on the deck anymore, and many people wanted to rush out of the ship and escape on their own.
However, there were defensive restrictions on the ship, and the monks who rushed out were bounced back by the restrictions.
When the ship was in chaos, a huge dragon head stretched out from outside the restriction. When the restriction on the ship met this huge head, it was like a decoration and immediately shattered. Dozens of monks didn't even have time to react before they were swallowed up by the giant dragon head.
The restrictions were broken, and no monks would stay. Almost all the monks rushed out of the ship and fled for their lives.
Of course, Ye Mo would not stay on the deck stupidly. With the huge head and powerful aura of the Cape Dragon just now, Ye Mo knew that even if this Cape Dragon wanted to devour the False God cultivator, it would be easy.
It stands to reason that there won't be any high-level monsters in the sea between Mohai City and Nan'an City, but in fact, it was the first time Ye Mo took a boat to meet the eighth-level Cape Dragon.
Although we know that there are Chengding monks in Mohai City, there should be no problem in killing the eighth-level Haijiao Jiao, but who knows when those Chengding monks will come to support
After Ye Mo rushed out of the ship on the 'Flying Cloud Ship', he chose a direction to escape quickly without looking back. Fortunately, there were too many monks on board, and it was not possible to catch them all for a while, so many monks escaped. But some unlucky monks have become the meal of Haijiao Jiao.
When he flew tens of thousands of miles away, Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not look for the direction to Nan'an City. Instead, he stopped, then turned back and said: "After chasing for so long, you must not have the patience to continue chasing." Go down."
As Ye Mo finished speaking, a long-haired man suddenly appeared behind Ye Mo, and then said coldly: "That's right, you actually know that I am chasing you, and you are indeed a bit of a grievance. It's just a pity. Although you are very courageous, you are not very lucky."
Ye Mo stood on the 'Flying Cloud Ship' and said calmly: "You are just a guy with an eighth-level golden elixir, but you dare to chase me, a master who is a ninth-level golden elixir. You are also very courageous..."
"Hahahaha..." When the long-haired monk heard Ye Mo's words, he suddenly burst into laughter and couldn't even stop. He seemed to have heard the funniest joke.
Ye Mo didn't speak, just stared at him casually, waiting for him to continue speaking.
"I am a mere monk at the eighth level of the Golden Core, and you are a master at the ninth level of the Golden Core. Okay, okay, this is the first time that I, Tian Aofeng, have heard someone say that I am a mere monk at the eighth level of the Golden Core. It is also the first time that I have heard that. A mere cultivator of the ninth level of the Golden Core dares to call himself an expert in front of me. You are talented, very talented..." The long-haired monk actually laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Ye Mo shook his head speechlessly, and suddenly interrupted Tian Aofeng's words, saying impatiently: "Don't show your name. I know your name is Tian Aofeng, but it's a pity that I haven't heard of it. Also, don't show your name." I don’t have time to play with you. I have to go to the Mingbi Square to try out my name. Besides, will you die if you don’t do it better?”
"Very good, you succeeded in provoking me..." Before Tian Aofeng could finish his words, he had already drawn out a cyan long sword. At the same time, the cyan long sword had shrouded Ye Mo with a green light.
This was not the flying sword he used just now. Ye Mo could tell at a glance. This was the first time he saw such a narrow and thin long sword.
After the blue long sword was launched, the sword energy it brought up was like a hurricane, sealing Ye Mo's front, back, left, and right in an instant.
Even Ye Mo, with his true essence cultivation, felt a kind of pause in space. However, Ye Mo has always played against people with higher cultivation than him, and against people with lower cultivation, he really doesn't take it seriously.
Ye Mo stretched out his hand, and the 'Purple Sword' was already in his hand. The next moment, a lilac sword light collided with the cyan sword energy sweeping towards him.
"Bang, bang..."
After the purple-green sword energy and the sword light collided, they made a violent sound, and even the entire space had a feeling of killing. In an instant, the space between the two of them was covered by a gray agitation of true energy.
The sword energy and sword energy overflowed, and the surrounding water was a mess, causing countless water waves to spread.
Ye Mo was secretly shocked. He had really underestimated Tian Aofeng. It could be said that this guy was the most powerful among the Golden Core cultivators he had ever met, and he was only at the eighth level of Golden Core cultivation. Nan'an Island is indeed rich in cultural heritage, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which is much deeper than Beiwangzhou.
The most powerful Jindan cultivator Ye Mo met before was probably Mo Qianli, but at that time his cultivation level was still in the middle stage of Jindan. If he met Mo Qianli now, 'Purple Sword' could break through the 'Evil Soul Thread' with just a few swords.
And this Tian Aofeng fought with him and did not fall behind. It can be seen that Tian Aofeng, who is at the eighth level of the Golden Core, is obviously much more powerful than Mo Qianli.
Um? Tian Aofeng saw that his sword was blocked by the other party, and he looked relaxed, as if he blocked it without any care, without using any force at all. He was also secretly shocked. When did such a powerful character appear among the Jindan monks? Could it be that he is also a core disciple of the sect
In fact, what he thought was true. Although his first move seemed to be equally matched with Ye Mo's, Ye Mo really didn't make any contribution. To be honest, Ye Mo really underestimated Tian Aofeng.
"Who are you?" Tian Aofeng did not continue to attack, just stared at Ye Mo and asked coldly. He is a genius disciple of the Leiyun Sect. He has entered the Golden Elixir Hall of Fame at the fourth level of the Golden Elixir Sect and left his name on the trial stele. Now that he has reached the eighth level of the Golden Core, it can be said that there are only a few opponents in Nan'an Continent who are stronger than him. There are a few who can be named, but Ye Mo is obviously not among them.
Ye Mo flicked the 'Purple Sword' in his hand and said lazily: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to fight, just fight. Where did your superiority go?"
Seemingly irritated by Ye Mo's words, Tian Aofeng snorted coldly, opened his mouth, and spat out a cyan ball. When the ball first came out, it was only the size of a dragon's eye, but in an instant it became the size of a fist, and the speed of enlargement was getting faster and faster.
Are you going to blow up your golden elixir? No way? We've just started playing, and the cyan beads don't look like golden elixirs.
As soon as Ye Mo thought of this, he heard Tian Aofeng shouting "Lin" and hitting several spells at the same time.
... ... (To be continued.