Ye Mo also saw a golden elixir monk in the crowd sitting on the deck without a left arm. Another monk was standing dozens of miles away from him. There was a flying sword spinning above the standing monk's head. It was obvious that
It was he who cut off the arm of the monk who was sitting 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 was only at the eighth level. Moreover, the monk surrounded by the flying swords didn't look very old, and had a long head.
The hair even has a somewhat elegant smell.
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 had chopped off his
The arms are just to give him face.
The onlookers gave way a little, 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 his finger at Ye Mo and said coldly. With the sound of his words, murderous intent spread out.
When it comes out, it's like an ice sword entering the body, making 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. He understood something in his heart. He probably saw him coming out of the ordinary cabin and thought that
He's easy to bully, so he has 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 saw Feng Laoshi, he was very nervous, but even if Feng Laoshi wanted to kill him, he would still resist, let alone a guy at the eighth level of the Golden Core. If that
The guy didn't bark, he was just watching the fun at best.
Ye Mo picked up the severed arm on the ground and threw it towards the monk who had lost his arm. The severed arm seemed to have eyes, and it fit perfectly into the severed arm of the monk who was sitting on the ground.
The broken-arm monk didn't expect that someone would help him pick up the broken arm. 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 and swallowed them, and then looked at Ye Mo.
He cast several small spells on his broken arm. He only focused on healing the 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. It was obvious that he was 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 above his head made a buzzing sound, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.
Just when everyone thought there was something exciting to watch, the ship suddenly shook, and it was shaking 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. This kind of Big Mac usually walks in the sea and only occasionally vibrates slightly. It has never happened before that it tilts like this.
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 ban. When the ban on the ship met this huge head, it was like a decoration and was immediately shattered. Dozens of monks didn't even react.
Before he could react, he was swallowed up by the huge 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 Jiao, Ye Mo knew that even if this Cape Jiao 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 area 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 the ship, and there was no way to catch them all in a while.
Many monks escaped. But some unlucky monks became 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.
Let’s go down.”
As Ye Mo finished speaking, a long-haired man suddenly appeared behind Ye Mo, and then said coldly: "Yes, 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 at the eighth level of the Golden Core, but you dare to chase me, a master at the ninth level of the Golden Core. 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, as if he had heard the funniest joke.
Ye Mo didn't speak, just stared at him casually, waiting for him to continue talking.
"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 monk at the ninth level of the Golden Core dares to call himself an expert in front of me. You are very talented..." The long-haired monk actually laughed, but there was no trace of 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."
You are superior. I don’t have time to play with you. I have to go to the Name Monument Square to try out my name. Besides, will you die if you don’t become superior?"
"Very good, you succeeded in provoking me..." Before Tian Aofeng could finish his words, he had already pulled 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 with Ye Mo's true energy cultivation, he felt a kind of pause in space. However, Ye Mo always faced people with higher cultivation than him, and he really didn't pay attention to those with lower cultivation.
inside.
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 toward 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 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 really underestimated this Tian Aofeng. It can be said that this guy is the most powerful one among the golden elixir monks he has met, and he is only at the eighth level of golden elixir. Nan'an Continent really has a profound background, Crouching Tiger
Hidden Dragon is much deeper than Beiwangzhou.
The most powerful Jindan cultivator Ye Mo met before was probably Mo Qianli, but his cultivation level at that time was still in the middle stage of Jindan. If he met Mo Qianli now, Ziqian could break it with just a few swords.
Ghast Thread'.
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.
Huh? 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 a golden elixir monk appear among them?
Such a powerful character? 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. From the bottom of his heart, Ye Mo really underestimated this 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 Leiyun Sect. He has entered the Jindan Hall of Fame at the fourth level of Jindan. He is on the name test monument.
He left his name. Now that he has reached the eighth level of the Golden Core, it can be said that there are very few opponents in Nan'an Continent who are stronger than him. There are a few who can be called by their names, 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 just now?"
Seemingly irritated by Ye Mo's words, Tian Aofeng snorted coldly, opened his mouth, and spat out a blue 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 rate of increase is getting faster and faster.
Do you want to self-explode the golden elixir? No way? This is just the beginning of the fight, and the cyan beads don’t look like the golden elixir.
As soon as Ye Mo thought of this, he heard Tian Aofeng shouting "Lin", and at the same time, he fired several spells.