Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 741 Liang Wenyao
Mo Chen naturally didn't know that Yi Liancheng and Ding Yichun came to look for him. At this moment, he was flying on the edge of the imperial city, standing there quietly.

The night is quiet, the wind howls the world, the moon has no shadow, and the universe has no flowers.

Mo Chen stood quietly in the void like this, as if transformed into a moon, blooming in brilliance, and like a rock, standing still.

"Come out!"

Suddenly, Mo Chen opened his mouth, but bit out three words lightly.

The wind began to howl, and a cyan figure suddenly appeared, soundlessly, as if standing there all along, but no one noticed it.

This person is the one who has been paying attention to Mo Chen outside the Prince Min's Mansion. He walked out of the void, looking at Mo Chen quietly with a pair of eyes, which is indescribably complicated.

Mo Chen also looked at him quietly without making a sound, the two of them just looked at each other for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, he put his hands on his back, raised his head and closed his eyes, with a hint of relief on his face.

"Junior Brother, how have you been doing these years?"

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly opened his mouth and said something that was confusing.

Mo Chen frowned slightly, and said with a smile, "Are you sure I'm your junior brother?"

The man in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "Among our senior brothers, only that kid Hua Qing has received the true instruction of Master's Sword Art, but even he doesn't have that artistic conception. As for the battle between Qianjinglong, although the power of the sword energy is limited, the sword intent is extremely strong. That guy Hua Qing can't achieve it, unless the master personally teaches it. With Hua Qing's pitiful ability, he can't teach it. Out of a disciple like you."

"Besides, that fellow Hua Qing had rumored that someone would come to me and surprise me, which is enough to show that you are our little junior."

But at this point, he paused again, looked at Mo Chen, showing a puzzled look, and said: "But there is one thing I can't explain, that is your age, and Yueyang, your roots are absolutely perfect. It is impossible to hide it from me, unless you have changed your whole body like me, and you can hide your age, but your body is very natural and you don't want to change it, so your age is only less than twenty."

"And the pupil technique, Yueyang, can't be inherited at all, unless it's hereditary. The master has been dead for a hundred years. Even if your descendants are born 80 years apart, I really can't figure it out."

The man in Tsing Yi had a complex expression on his face, and he muttered to himself, "There is a difference of 20 years between a hundred years and a 80-year-old. How is this possible?"

His gaze suddenly turned sharp, and he looked directly at Mo Chen's gaze, as if he wanted to see through it, but found that those eyes were like autumn water, without any waves, so he couldn't see the slightest.

He suddenly smiled wryly, and said: "Tell me, what is your identity? If you are really the empress of the master, or our little junior brother, I will cover you from now on, but if not, learn from Xingyun one by stealth." Pulse Martial Arts, then today is the time of your death."

Mo Chen looked at this person with a smile. From these words, he could tell that this person was none other than the one he came to Great Xia to look for, Liang Wenyao, one of the four great disciples in his previous life.

Earlier, he speculated that Liang Wenyao would change his appearance and join the team of martial arts recruiters, but he did not expect that he, who was always full of slump, would change to be so handsome. Ahem, it seems that in front of beautiful women, even a beggar would be so handsome. Pay attention to your image.

Seeing the disciples from the previous life again, Mo Chen also had all kinds of tastes in his heart, showing a gratified smile, and said: "You underestimate Hua Qing too much. After a hundred years, his sword art is also very powerful."

Liang Wenyao nodded and said, "That guy Hua Qing sent me a voice transmission. He probably met you a long time ago. It's not surprising that you know something about him. But don't change the subject, let's talk about your identity."

"How is your Fuhu Fist practiced?" Mo Chen suddenly asked.

Liang Wenyao frowned, and said, "It seems that you know quite a lot about our senior brothers. You actually know the Fuhu Fist I practice."

"Because, that's what I taught you." Mo Chen murmured.

"What!?" Liang Wenyao turned pale with shock, the aura of the eighth-level Emperor Venerable suddenly bloomed, destroying the surrounding air layer by layer, and there were countless explosions.

"No, it's impossible!"

Liang Wenyao was horrified, the meaning of this sentence was too great, Fuhu Fist was taught to him by his master, could it be that this person is his master, how is this possible?

"Boy, who are you?" Liang Wenyao's eyes darkened. Even if this Mo Chen is his junior brother, he can't make fun of the master. He doesn't care about anything, but only the master is the person he respects the most. No one can touch it, especially if it is a junior, and it is absolutely impossible not to respect the teacher and respect the way.

Mo Chen smiled and said: "It seems that you respect your master, why, I said it is your master, do you still want to beat me?"

Liang Wenyao's face turned cold in an instant, like ten thousand years of ice, which could freeze the space, and said coldly: "I advise you not to make such a joke, although you are related to our Nebula lineage, it is very It may be someone from Xingyun's lineage, but this kind of joke makes me very uncomfortable, if I am upset, it's not as simple as hitting you, but killing people."

Mo Chen grinned, and said with satisfaction: "Then you might as well try, can you kill me?"

Liang Wenyao's complexion darkened, and then he laughed loudly, and said, "Haha, you really have a personality, but you are too insolent. Although you have the power of Emperor Zun, I am the peak of the eighth level of Emperor Zun, and I am about to reach the end of martial arts. , killing you is just a matter of flipping hands."

"The emperor is only the peak of the eighth level. The road to martial arts is vast and boundless. Why is it called the end of the martial arts!"

Mo Chen shook his head and sneered, his eyes became darker, and he murmured: "Besides, I have seen too many warriors of the eighth level of Emperor Zun, and I have killed too many."

"Haha, it's really crazy. I kind of believe that you are a disciple of Master, because your personality is very similar to that of Master. It is indeed possible to accept you as a disciple. However, since you are a disciple, you should respect the teacher. Let my senior brother teach you this truth."

Liang Wenyao's eyes gradually turned cold, and his whole body exuded rays of light, but his aura was suppressed by him in the first level of Emperor Zun. Since he was his junior brother, he would naturally not use the realm to deceive others. strength, then it is suppressed at the first level of Emperor Zun.

"Alright, let me see how your strength has been these years." Mo Chen's fighting spirit was also ignited, and his eyes were blazing.

"Then you have to be careful!"

Liang Wenyao's figure did not move, but the light floating around his body began to condense, turning into a fist mark, crushing towards Mo Chen.He knew that Mo Chen's fighting power was very strong, and he had the strength to take over the power of Emperor Zun's first level, so he didn't hold back this move, and all the power of Emperor Zun's first level bloomed.

The fist glow kept whistling, became as huge as a mountain, and fell on top of Mo Chen's head in an instant.

Mo Chen showed admiration, and said: "That's right, knowing that the opponent's combat power is monstrous, under the suppression of the realm, there is no mercy, and you will go all out in everything. This is your advantage."

Hovering above the meteor sword in his hand, a beam of sword light went upstream, piercing fiercely into the fist light, and instantly shattered it.

"So strong?"

Liang Wenyao was a little horrified, his eyes popped out a little, he knew that Mo Chen's combat power was not as simple as it appeared on the surface, but this punch was all the power of the first level of emperor's respect, even if he really met the first level of god's respect, he would still be able to defeat him. Its suppression, I never thought that this young man would resolve it so easily.

He was stunned for a moment, confirming that this scene was not a hallucination, and the corner of his mouth also showed a stronger fighting intent.

Mo Chen nodded and said: "Your persistence, never admitting defeat, and serious attitude are your greatest strengths, but there is one thing you are wrong about. You suppressed your realm. Although it was out of good intentions, if the opponent is not me, then you It’s a loss.”

Liang Wenyao snorted coldly, "Junior brother, don't act old-fashioned, let senior brother teach you how to behave."

As soon as the words fell, he tapped the sole of his foot, and took extremely gorgeous steps under his feet. The whole person turned into an afterimage, wandering around Mo Chen, wrapping him inside, "After all, you have not entered the emperor, how do you know the strength of the emperor? No matter how strong your technique is, under the power of absolute rules, it will be nothing."

Mo Chen shook his head and smiled, pointed out a finger lightly, and a burst of vigor directly flew out, stabbing in one direction, "I said before, I am your master, your set of lingbo microsteps, but How can I teach you to hide from my sight?"

Liang Wenyao's heart trembled. With his strides, his figures turned into countless figures, and his real body and phantom were constantly intertwined. Even a martial artist who was stronger than himself would find it difficult to find his real body. But this Mo Chen was a little more casual. Even aimed at his real body.

Moreover, he blocked all his attacking directions exactly, as if he rushed out this time, not to attack others, but to seek his own death, and hit the muzzle of the gun.

What's going on, it's impossible.

There was a huge wave in his heart. Although the realm was suppressed, it was still in the emperor realm. The other party found him so easily, unless he was very familiar with this set of steps, otherwise it was absolutely impossible.

Is it...

Liang Wenyao instantly extinguished the thoughts that emerged in his mind, and his hands began to form seals, turning into a fist seal, sealing off the world and covering Mo Chen.

"I don't believe that absolute power can't defeat you."

Mo Chen raised his head and praised: "That's right, Fuhu Fist is simple, but every martial skill contains powerful rules. As long as you study it thoroughly, you can also stabilize your peak. It seems that I have grasped the essence."

While speaking, Mo Chen tapped his long sword, and it directly turned into countless sword qi, rushing into the fist seal in different directions, "Tiger roar!"

Fuhu Fist is intended to subdue the tiger. It contains powerful destructive power and can kill a tiger with one punch. However, Mo Chen's Tiger Roar rushed into the fist seal and completely shattered the Fuhu Fist from the inside. The fist print, just like when a volcano erupts, the powerful inner power instantly shatters it.

"This……"

Liang Wenyao stopped his body and looked at the shattered fist marks in horror, feeling a bit unacceptable for a while.

Mo Chen looked at him quietly, and said meaningfully: "One punch, one world, the end of martial arts is very far away. Even back then, I only saw the tip of the iceberg. This road is still very long, Emperor Zun, It's just the beginning, not the end, subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, the fist will be immortal!"

"how is this possible?"

Looking at the crumbling Tiger Fist, Liang Wenyao said in amazement: "This is a fist that condenses the rules of the Emperor, full of a lot of rules of the ninth order, even if you have the strength to take it, but you don't have a grasp of the rules of the ninth order, how can it be possible?" Disintegrate it from the inside, could it be, could this be an illusion..."

Liang Wenyao's entire realm suddenly bloomed, and the eight pressures of Emperor Zun bloomed, and the surroundings were still what he saw, and there was no illusion.

"This……"

He was horrified, everything in front of him was actually real, and the Fuhu Fist he was so proud of was easily dispelled from the inside.

(End of this chapter)