When Mo Lingshan was about to cry out of fright, a figure fell from the sky and landed in front of Mo Lingshan. He was thin and haggard, and it was Mo family's ancestor Mo Yun.
He said coldly: "Whoever dares to say that our Fangcun Mountain is a fart, I will make him become a fart."
Seeing Mo Yun show up, Li Dazhong and the short old man secretly cried out in their hearts, "Oh no, what a coincidence! This old guy is the most protective of his daughter. It won't be easy to snatch the immortality certificate from this little girl."
Mo Lingshan looked at the skinny Mo Yun in confusion. She felt that Mo Yun looked very much like an old man in the portrait of the ancestor in the main hall of Fangcun Mountain. He had an immortal look, but was thinner than the person in the portrait.
Mo Yun glanced at Mo Lingshan, a pretty and delicate little girl, and couldn't help but sigh. This generation of parents in Fangcun Mountain were such bastards. Why did they send a little girl here? This was like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.
The outside world thinks too highly of the Changsheng Realm, believing it to be a great place for ancient martial artists to practice martial arts and a paradise for cultivation. However, they do not know that this paradise is turning into the most sinful hell.
His expression softened: "Little girl, are you a disciple of Fangcun Mountain?"
Mo Lingshan opened her big, watery eyes wide, and from the bottom of her heart she had a better impression of this clear-headed old man. She smiled and replied, "Well, hello, grandpa. I am a disciple of Fangcun Mountain. My grandfather is known as Mr. Mo Da, and he is the current leader of Fangcun Mountain. Grandpa, you look familiar. Who are you?"
Seeing that Mo Lingshan had a voice as sweet as an oriole, was cute, polite, and always called him "grandpa", Mo Yun immediately fell in love with Mo Lingshan.
He stroked his beard and smiled, "My name is Mo Yun. I was the leader of Cunshan six hundred years ago. So I am your ancestor."
Mo Lingshan immediately jumped up excitedly: "Mo Yun, it's really the Grandmaster. There is a portrait of the Grandmaster in the Mo Family Ancestral Hall. Grandmaster, you are so young and handsome."
After being praised by Mo Lingshan, Mo Yun felt as sweet as eating honey. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Haha, you little smart boy, you don't kowtow to the ancestor when you see him."
Mo Lingshan immediately knelt down and kowtowed several times: "Grandmaster, Mo Lingshan kowtows to you."
Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren reminiscing about the past, Li Dazhong and the short old man looked gloomy and couldn't wait any longer.
Li Dazhong said angrily, "Old Mo, you'd better not interfere in this matter."
Seeing Li Dazhong approaching, Mo Lingshan showed a look of fear, but with the ancestor Mo Yun by her side, she boldly complained to Mo Yun: "Old Ancestor, these two are shameless and want to steal my longevity certificate. I am so scared."
Mo Yun said to Mo Lingshan kindly, "Don't be afraid. The Grandmaster is here and will not let them hurt you."
"Thank you for saving my life, Grandpa, you are so kind."
Li Dazhong said angrily: "Old man Mo, it is best for us not to care about the affairs of the younger generation. I even killed the current elder of Taiyi Sect, and you should not protect your disciples of Fangcun Mountain."
Mo Yun said with disdain, "Humph, that's wrong. You are you, and I am me. You are the elder of Taiyi Sect, and I have nothing to do with you. But this girl is my descendant, the bloodline of my Fangcun Mountain, and my blood flows in her veins. Of course I have to take care of it."
Seeing that Mo Yun spoke righteously, Li Dazhong and the short old man looked at each other, unable to refute, with fierce looks in their eyes. Since they couldn't convince him, they just let it go. After all, there was only Old Man Mo and we had two people.
Li Dazhong showed a sinister smile on his face: "Since you are the bloodline of Fangcun Mountain, we can't do anything about it, so we will go back. Goodbye, Old Man Mo."
As he said this, a black light flashed in Li Dazhong's hand, and a sharp dagger popped out from his sleeve, flashing with cold light, as fast as a flash of light, and pierced Mo Yun's chest.
At the same time, the short old man had a short knife shining with silver in his hand. He rolled on the ground and used the flying dragon style to cut straight towards Mo Yun's legs.
Mo Lingshan screamed in fear: "Be careful."
Mo Yun had already made preparations. Mo Yun knew Li Dazhong, the short old man, and Luo Tianquan when they were outside the Changsheng Realm. He knew that they were all insidious and despicable villains, and he also knew the characteristics of their martial arts.
Li Dazhong has a nickname, the Dragon Binding Hand.
He has a unique skill, the Dragon Binding Silk Hand. The energy between his hands is like countless flexible threads, wrapping around his opponent layer by layer and thread by thread.
He could accidentally surround his opponent, making him feel like he was trapped in quicksand. His movements became slow and he could be killed quickly and easily.
The short old man's nickname is Wu Long, the Rolling Knife. He is short in stature and is good at using a short knife to attack the enemy's legs. I don't know how many masters have had their legs cut off by him due to being careless.
Mo Yun had expected Li Dazhong and the short old man Wu to attack from both sides.
Mo Yun's eyes flashed, he aimed at the dagger and punched it out.
Fang Cunshan's specialty is the Wind and Thunder Fist. In his skinny fist with bulging veins, there is a gust of strong wind. That gust of wind is fierce, powerful, unstoppable, and accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
Li Dazhong's dagger was about to pierce Mo Yun's fist, but when the sharp tip of the knife was three inches away from the fist, it felt like it encountered a wall of air and could not penetrate at all.
Moreover, the air wall contained a powerful recoil force. A thunder sounded, which made Li Dazhong's heart tremble and his palms hurt. He couldn't help but take several steps back.
Mo Yun forced Li Dazhong back with one punch, and he was not careless with his feet either. He kicked out with his toes, and kicked out thousands of air currents, kicking Wu Long, who was rolling on the ground, like a ball, and knocking him into a giant tree next to him.
Wu Long, the rolling knife, climbed up from the ground. His body and head were covered with weeds, and there was some weeds in his mouth. He spat out the weeds in his mouth.
Mo Lingshan was worried about her master at first, but when she saw him fighting two people at once, calmly and with the upper hand, she couldn't help but clap her hands happily and said, "Grandmaster is so powerful, Grandmaster is awesome."
Li Dazhong and the short old man Wu Long looked at each other and said bitterly, "Grandma, we are not done with you today."
They used their own unique skills to attack Mo Yun.
Li Dazhong put away the dagger, and used both hands to perform the Silk-Binding Dragon Hand Technique, which also included the grappling technique, and fought with Mo Yun.
There were dots of fluorescent light emanating from the palms of his hands. When his hands moved slowly, the dots of fluorescent light connected into silver lines. This was the power of his Silk-Wrapped Dragon-Binding Hands.
Wu Long, the rolling knife, was spinning in circles so fast that one could only see the silver knife in his hand rolling towards Mo Yun like a wheel of light.
The Mo family's Wind and Thunder Fist, each punch contained enormous power, like a violent storm, lightning and thunder, and the changing color of the wind and clouds. For a moment, the three men were evenly matched.
Mo Yun's skills were higher than those of either Li Dazhong or Wu Long, but facing a double attack from both of them, he was unable to hurt either of them.
He just wanted to hold on to the end, so that Mo Lingshan would have time to use the Iron Certificate of Immortality to leave the Immortality Realm, and that would be considered a complete deed.