It’s too dangerous to seize the direct descendant, so I choose to be the leader of the Demon Cult

Chapter 116 I’m not even afraid of my mother, why should I be afraid of you?

Everyone in the entire sect's mansion was silenced by this man named Ying Rui.

Anyone with long eyes can see that Ying Rui's congenital conditions are very mediocre.

Even among Wu Xiucai, they are all at the bottom.

It can even be seen that his family background is very poor. Although his muscle lines can be seen, he always looks sallow and thin.

Apart from a solid foundation in swordsmanship, there is almost no redeeming feature.

This kind of people.

It is already a miracle to pass the government examination.

Now actually...

Penetrated three mansions in a row!

And they are the three prefectures with the strongest overall strength!
In more than ten consecutive games, Ying Rui used a total of five spells.

The word "dispelling" motto can drive away all evil poisons.

Motto with the word "quick", whether it is movement or attack speed, it will be ridiculously fast.

The motto of "strength" means that the strength is increased several times out of thin air, and the long sword is strong enough to withstand a hundred kilograms of spears.

The motto of suppressing words and top-level forbidden spells will make even a top-level body like Zhao Yong fall into the quagmire.

There is also the imperial motto, once activated, it is like a steel armor protecting the body. It can withstand two shots from Zhao Qian and nothing happens at all.

With just five spells, a boy with mediocre physique became a figure like a god of war.

Even if they never see the world again.

Everyone can guess that this is probably related to Yun Dynasty.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be ignited with blazing flames. If the fate of the dynasty was successful and Dayu's soldiers mastered this kind of magic, how fierce they would be.

And the secret of Yun Chao.

It's all tied to this arrogant young man.

But none of them understood.

An arrogant person like Ying Rui didn't even attack the weaklings from the Three Palaces just now, but now he singled out Yang Mo from the Tenth Palace.

Zhao Ci also wanted to crush this little brat to death.

Old Mo!

Old Mo!
He really didn't understand that the talismans given by the system were always very effective.

This reckless man's talisman marks that one's thoughts are dominated by courage until exhaustion.

But looking at it, why does it seem to be of no use to Lao Mo?

Lao Mo's condition had just improved a bit when he encountered this unlucky person.

Moreover, Ying Rui also said that there is no need to use those spells when encountering this kind of trash.

Can be imagined.

If Lao Mo is beaten up, his spirit will inevitably be severely damaged.

On the martial arts stage.

The two stood opposite each other.

Yang Mo stared at Ying Rui with anger in his eyes.

Ying Rui looked at ease and looked at him jokingly: "You look angry, but I see timidity in your eyes."

Yang Mo: "..."

Ying Rui smiled and said: "Do you know why I only picked the strong ones when I challenged other palaces, but when I went to the Ten Princes' Palace, I picked the weakest one?"

Yang Mo: "..."

Ying Rui asked and answered himself: "I picked them to prove that I am strong. This has already been proven successful, so there is no need to prove it again. I chose you because... people with connections like you are the worms of the dynasty. People like you are The presence of people will only drag down Dayu's progress towards destiny!
And I will definitely become the first contributor to the founding of the Yun Dynasty!

How can someone like you be allowed to occupy the position of a government official?
of course.

I am just an unknown petty official in Qin.

He could not influence the appointment and dismissal of officials, nor could he influence the rules of the clan.

But I will let you lose in the most humiliating way.

After losing, you can continue to stay in the Tenth Prince's Mansion.

It depends on whether you are thick-skinned enough! "

Yang Mo: "..."

Zhao Huan: "..."

Zhao Ci: "???"

Why does this person have such a bad mouth?

Will he become the first contributor to the founding of the Yun Dynasty?

Worthy!

Zhu Li couldn't bear it anymore, and stood up with a roar, rolled up her sleeves and waved her white arms: "This person is really annoying, I have to burn him!"

Zhao Ci quickly pressed her down: "Don't! If Lao Mo wants to face it on his own, just let him face it. We will have plenty of opportunities to teach him a lesson later!"

"No, I have to..."

"sit down!"

"All right……"

Zhu Li sat down angrily.

Zhao Ci sighed secretly. It would be a good thing to help Yang Mo avoid such an extreme situation.

But now that we have met.

Being timid will only cast a deeper shadow.

Lao Mo couldn't overcome his psychological shadow, but he also knew this truth, so he chose to stand up and fear the consequences.

Seeing that Ying Rui was still talking trash.

Zhao Ci spoke up: "Brother Seventh Emperor, it's time to start."

Zhao Yan nodded lightly, then sat down, and the clerk of the clan's mansion also rang the bronze bell at the right time.

"Boom!"

The moment the bell rings.

Yang Mo threw out a poison bag and used his true energy to detonate it, but he reflexively wanted to curl up.

But fortunately he reacted.

He forcibly resisted the urge to curl up, but he didn't dare to charge forward with his sword. He just held the hilt of the sword with both hands and stared at Ying Rui.

"Ah!"

Ying Rui sneered, his lips moved, and then he spoke out the motto of expulsion. The holy light shone, and the poisonous fog on the field immediately dissipated out of thin air.

Although Yang Mo had expected this result, he couldn't help but feel chilled when he saw it with his own eyes.

Although he is considered a child of a wealthy family, his innate conditions are inferior to those of ordinary people. He only reaches the qualification level through the perverted torture of his parents.

He practiced martial arts diligently, but because of his lack of understanding, he was only average for his age.

Although the Poison Technique has not yet been practiced to the level of incorporating poison into the true energy, it is still his biggest reliance.

For a moment, the hand holding the sword started to shake.

Even if he knew that if Ying Rui kept his promise and did not use other luck spells, he would not be considered a master.

But he couldn't help but be afraid.

Without Poison Kung, he would have no sense of security at all.

Because his parents told him that except for poison skills, he was useless compared to others.

"how?"

Ying Rui sneered: "Without poison skills, you don't even dare to take action?"

He stopped grinding and rushed forward quickly, stabbing Yang Mo's chest with his long sword.

Yang Mo hurriedly ducked, his sword tilted sideways, and he removed the sword.

The moves are pretty standard.

It is the result of his long-term hard work.

But he never thought that Ying Rui twisted his body, quickly changed his moves, picked up the long sword and struck down hard.

Yang Mo also hurriedly changed his moves and blocked with his sword, but because his hands were shaking too much, he couldn't take all the force.

"Keng!"

The two swords collided.

Ying Rui keenly caught his mistake and moved his sword directly down, slashing towards his wrist.

Yang Mo shuddered and threw the sword directly with a swipe of his hand.

"Boom..."

The long sword slid far away.

Yang Mo's face suddenly turned pale. Although he was spared the fate of having his wrist chopped off, the weapon is the life of the cultivator. What is the difference between losing the weapon and defeat?
this one.

He lost.

For a moment, he became extremely depressed.

but……

"Dangdang!"

There was another sound of weapons falling to the ground.

Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, then turned around and found that Ying Rui had also thrown away the weapon.

He froze for a moment: "You..."

Ying Rui sneered: "You lost your weapon. If this fight ends like this, you will undoubtedly lose ugly. But I think this is far from the limit of your ugliness!"

Yang Mo: "???"

Ying Rui raised his chin slightly: "If you don't want to lose even more ugly, give in now!"

Hear this.

An indescribable feeling of humiliation emerged from Yang Mo's heart.

He glared at Ying Rui, his eyes turning red due to congestion.

But...he just didn't take action.

"Since you don't admit defeat, let's continue!"

Ying Rui sneered and rushed towards him with his fist raised.

This punch.

Yang Mo's instinctive reaction was directly suppressed.

Cross your arms and block your fist firmly.

He's so good at defense.

It's just this defense that can't be let go.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Ying Rui landed a punch, and Yang Mo caught it.

then……

The body slowly curled up.

Classic poses reappear in the ring.

"Call..."

For a time, boos arose one after another on the martial arts stage.

They were very familiar with this posture. Yang Mo had been doing this for the past three days.

If you encounter someone who is not good at dealing with poison, you may still win.

If you encounter someone who is good at dealing with poisons, you will only hold your head and get beaten.

Yes!
Relying on this, Yang Mo did win a few games.

But even those who lost to him were extremely shameless towards him.

At first they thought Ying Rui was too arrogant, but now they feel more and more that he is right.

Such people occupy the position of government officials.

Not just a waste.

And it's a shame.

It seems that the value of the position of government official has been lowered.

Zhao Ci's face also became gloomy. The current situation was simply a disaster.

Why hasn't the reckless man's talisman been triggered yet?

Although the effects of the talismans given by the system vary from person to person, it is normal for the effects to be weakened.

but……

This is the first time I have seen this completely ineffective.

He could feel that the effectiveness of the reckless man's talisman did not dissipate out of thin air, but was suppressed in Yang Mo's body and could not be exerted.

Just like the little blue pill, this thing cannot directly trigger the drug. You have to wait for you to take it yourself before it can take effect.

A reckless man's talisman.

Let courage dominate your thoughts, but the prerequisite is to have courage!
If a firecracker wants to explode, it must have a fuse.

Lao Mo's situation is really scary.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Ying Rui punched him hard, none of them hitting his vitals, but each punch hit extremely hard.

His voice became more contemptuous: "You've been beaten like this, why don't you admit defeat?"

Yang Mo held his head, only a muffled sound came from his throat.

"Admit defeat!"

"Humph……"

"Admit defeat!"

"Humph……"

Fists rained down.

Yang Mo's groan became weaker and weaker.

But he didn't say the word "admit defeat".

"Pretend to be dead, right?"

Ying Rui was also a little angry, and finally put away his fist, turned around and kicked Yang Mo hard on the back.

"what!"

Yang Mo finally screamed, his body could no longer stay curled up, and he lay on the ground and struggled.

Ying Rui stepped on his face: "Admit defeat! You don't have to suffer if you admit defeat. You are already ugly enough anyway, and continuing to force yourself will not make your face look any better."

Yang Mo's eyes were about to burst, and he finally said: "I don't recognize it!"

"Oh!"

One foot fell and stepped on Yang Mo's hand.

"what!"

Another scream.

"Admit defeat!"

"I don't recognize...ah!"

"Admit defeat!"

"deny!"

Zhao Ci: "..."

This old Mo.He seemed to have figured out the problem. He stood up with a loud voice and shouted loudly: "Old Mo! You motherfucker, get up and fuck him!"

Yang Mo: "..."

Everyone can feel his humiliation and anger.

But apart from seeing him gritting his teeth and holding on, there was no counterattack at all.

Zhao Ci continued to yell: "What the hell are you afraid of? It's already like this, what else do you have to lose?"

Yang Mo: "!!!"

He still didn't move, but his body trembled.

Zhao Ci cursed: "He's just a superior dog who got lucky. What's so scary about him? No matter how scary he is, can he be more scary than your parents?"

Yang Mo: "!!!"

Ying Rui couldn't help but sneer: "I said why did you get to the position? It turned out that it was your parents who relied on you. What a loser..."

"I am Lady Ganlin!"

Yang Mo's voice was vague, but like an angry beast.

Ying Rui: "..."

He felt a huge force coming from the soles of his feet and staggered back.

what?
Why does this guy have such a strong face?

Haven't responded yet.

Then he saw Yang Mo rushing over with red eyes.

"Ms. Gan Lin!"

"I'm not even afraid of my parents!"

"Can I still be scared by you?"

Yang Mo only felt that his chest was full of courage. This fight had been ugly enough. What could he lose if he lost it again?
He has always felt that every one of his opponents is terrifying, so he has always been timid.

But Zhao Ci is right.

No matter how scary it is, can you be as scary as your own parents?
Ying Rui?

fuck him!

Now, his mind has lost the ability to think, and all his thoughts are dominated by one word.

Dry!
A bastard punch was thrown out, which seemed to have basic boxing principles, but there was no trace of the rules.

Ying Rui had seen this formation before. He had often seen it when fighting with those gangsters, but this was the first time he had seen such an imposing one.

He has too much experience facing Wang Baquan.

He raised his arms to block, and at the same time turned sideways and swept away with his right foot on the ground.

As long as the sweep hits, the opponent will definitely fall to the ground.

By then, no matter how angry you are, you will still be a target.

really.

Yang Mo suddenly lost his center of gravity, staggered and fell to the ground.

The corners of Ying Rui's mouth raised, showing a contemptuous smile, but he froze as soon as he raised the corners of his mouth. When Yang Mo fell to the ground, he actually locked his waist tightly, and the two of them fell heavily to the ground.

Just landed.

Yang Mo's fist came banging.

"I fought with you!"

The fists are unorganized.

Without the bottom plate, it will naturally not be very powerful.

But even if his legs locked Ying Rui, he couldn't stand up.

Ying Rui was stunned. After practicing martial arts for so long, he had never fought with someone like this. He couldn't break free, let alone hide, so he could only punch Yang Mo.The body was tied to the ground, and the method of punching could not be used optimally, so it became a bastard punch.

then.

The two people were entangled on the ground, exchanging arrogant punches.

"hiss……"

"Ah this!"

"Isn't it like this?"

Everyone on the field was stunned. No one expected that this fight would turn out like this.

Especially the expressions on the faces of the people from the Three Prefectures who were defeated by Ying Rui just now are even more exciting.

Although they lost.

But losing is like fighting between gods.

In the end, the respectable opponent in their hearts started fighting Yang Mo, the weakest person in the Eight Prefectures.

The two of them were just like the old ladies in the village tearing each other's hair out on the dirt floor.

have equal shares.

But ugly!
The gold content is gone in an instant.

Not even a little copper content!
"hiss……"

Zhu Li took a breath of cold air: "Boss! Yang Mo's performance against Ying Rui seems to be even stronger than that of His Highness Ninth Prince!"

Zhao Yong: "???"

Why is this little girl swearing so hard?

Zhao Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was enough to activate the reckless man's talisman, so that Lao Mo would not be defeated by his inner demons.

This wave detonated the reckless man's talisman, and he finally clearly touched the crux of Yang Mo's problem.

This fight was ugly though.

But valuable.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The tortoises beat each other with fists, and the fight was particularly passionate.

Ying Rui received a lot of punches, and his face suddenly became swollen.

But fortunately, his head was clear, and when he was punching Wang Ba, he frantically broke away from Yang Mo's lock on his legs.

at last.

Bang!
He kicked Yang Mo in the stomach, and the two of them slid back a long way.

Yang Mo felt that his internal organs were all knotted together, and his whole body was reduced to a dried shrimp.

Ying Rui finally stood up. Hearing the boos from the audience, he suddenly felt a little helpless. He clenched his fists and rushed towards Yang Mo.

Only this time.

A figure stopped in front of him.

Zhao Ci raised his head: "Brother Seventh Emperor, I will admit defeat on behalf of Yang Mo in this battle."

Zhao Yan nodded slightly: "Yang Mobai!"

"you……"

Ying Rui's anger had nowhere to vent, and he felt a tightness in his chest. He couldn't help but sarcastically said: "How much benefit did His Highness receive from protecting this useless official of his own? His Highness participated in the palace struggle like this, and there is still a future for the Ten Princes' Palace. Can it be said?"

"Are you concerned about the future of the Tenth Prince's Palace?"

Zhao Ci sneered: "The current achievements of the Ten Princes' Palace are number one. Did you earn it?"

Ying Rui choked: "This..."

Zhao Ci turned around and took a look, making sure that Feng Kucha and Zhu Li helped the semi-conscious Yang Mo out of the ring, and then said loudly: "Brother Seventh Emperor, I will fight this time. I think this person is very weak. We need to torture him to stop him from entering our Tenth Prince's Palace as soon as possible."

"hiss……"

On the field, gasps of air could be heard one after another.

I thought Ying Rui was crazy enough.

The result was an even crazier one.

Although they all believe that Zhao Ci's overall performance in the previous martial arts competition is likely to be the strongest among the Eight Prefectures.

But they definitely don't think that this kind of strength is the kind of crushing.

Because the only tough battles Zhao Ci had ever fought were those with Zhu Yan and Feng Tianzi. One victory was inexplicable, and the other was quite a stalemate.

other.

Most of them only try it briefly.

Everyone knew that Zhao Ci was very energetic, and they didn't want to be wasted too much by him and lose other points, so they gave up the strategy.

But if they really fight with all their strength, Zhao Ci may not win completely, because the performance of Zhao Yong and Zhao Xie later is definitely a level higher than that of Feng Tianzi.

But now.

Zhao Yong forged a second-grade skeleton last night, and his strength increased by leaps and bounds, but he was defeated by Ying Rui.

Zhao Ci was a bit too crazy to say this.

Ying Rui frowned, but he didn't care whether Zhao Ci was crazy or not. Instead, he said in a deep voice: "Your Highness! As the prince of a country, why are you so reckless? The feud between the government is related to Dayu's future, and it's your own whim. A place?"

[Ying Rui’s current wish]: Help Dayu rebuild the Yun Dynasty and restore the prosperous age of Tianyuan.Reward for wish fulfillment: Comprehension value +10000, Tianyuan Imperial Seal x1.

Zhao Ci: "..."

It turns out that this guy is not just a bad-mouthed guy, but he really wants to rebuild his ideal destiny?

Tianyuan Imperial Seal?

Tianyuan...

Wait, the reward for the little aunt's wish seems to be called Tianyuan Suitianzhang.

So this Tianyuan is the name of the previous dynasty?
This boy named Ying Rui is also very weird. If his guess is correct, he is probably brought by King Qin.

Qin land...

The surname is Ying.

Putting these two pieces of information together seems quite outrageous.

This kid is not very bad.

But it was too arrogant.

It would be totally unreasonable not to beat her up.

"Boom!"

The bronze bell rings.

Zhao Ci rushed towards him with his gun raised.

Ying Rui was startled. He didn't expect him to be so ungrateful. He retreated quickly and said at the same time:
"Great Yu Longyun borrowed my official body to make me sick!"

The speed suddenly increased to a new level, and he once again distanced himself from Zhao Ci.

Subsequently.

"force!"

"Royal!"

"town!"

Facing someone like Zhao Ci who didn't follow martial ethics, he didn't dare to neglect at all, and pushed all his speed, power and defense to the extreme.

At the same time, the ban was also thrown on Zhao Ci.

He breathed a sigh of relief. As long as this restriction was hit, it would be like being stuck in a quagmire. Masters at the same level would basically...

"Huh? Missed?"

He was stunned for a moment, because in his sight, Zhao Ci's figure gradually enlarged.

The spear weighing more than 300 kilograms was also heading straight for his throat.

He dodges hastily.

But the spear also suddenly changed direction, and the barrel of the gun swept across.

There is no way to avoid it.

He could only block with his sword.

"laugh!"

In the audience seat, Zhao Yong sneered, although he didn't know how Zhao Ci avoided the ban on the word "zhen".

But with Ying Rui's blessing of "power", he still dares to challenge?

It doesn't work even if you have a first-grade meat soul and a three-hundred-pound spear.

however.

"Buzz!"

The roar of metal made everyone's eardrums feel pain.

Ying Rui actually spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out.

Zhao Yong: "Ah?"

"Huh!"

Xiang Zenan stood up with a roar, his beautiful eyes full of horror: "The overlord is sweeping the tomb?"

"what?"

There were voices of surprise and doubt one after another.

They were very familiar with the Xiang family's magical battle formation skills. They thought Zhao Ci's move looked similar just now, but no one thought it was real.

After all, the Xiang family has lasted for so many years, and only a handful of people can use this move below the physical level.

Because the load it puts on the physical body is outrageous.

And it’s particularly difficult to practice.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ci actually used it directly.

what monster is this?

To say so.

It would be easier to explain that Zhao Ci defeated Ying Rui.

Because sweeping the tomb of an overlord is the ultimate in power!

With the ultimate physical body, all the strength of the whole body is twisted on the spear, plus the more than 300 kilograms of the spear, the strength must have reached an extremely terrifying level.

"Oh!"

Ying Rui fell heavily to the ground and struggled to stand up. The hands he used to hold his sword to block could not help but tremble.

He looked at Zhao Ci in shock.

This, what's going on here?

But now is not the time to be shocked.

The physical load was too great, and all the effects exerted by the proverbs were lost.

He hurriedly read: "Great Yu's official fortune, lend me my official position... woo woo woo!"

The mouth was tightly covered by one.

Then the big, plier-like hands exerted force.

"Boom!"

Jaw dislocated.

Ying Rui's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Zhao Ci in fear. He felt that this man's smile was ferocious, like a ghost.

He retreated hastily and quickly made his fingerprints: "Abba, Ababa, Abba..."

Zhao Ci: "Hmm?"

Ying Rui: "..."

Seeing Zhao Ci take another step forward, he almost went crazy with anxiety, grabbed his long sword and ran away.

While running, trying to catch the chin.

But he found that his chin seemed to be sealed by Huangji Zhenqi, and there was no way to reset it.

He panicked and quickly made his fingerprints: "Abba, Abba, Abba..."

Zhao Ci: "..."

Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)