A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 799
"What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Kuang was timid, and unconsciously moved two steps back.The more greedy a person is, the more he fears death.

Especially people like Zhao Kuang, who have enjoyed the desire for power, are especially eager for life.In the final analysis, he is just reluctant to part with the benefits brought by the power in his hands, and alive, he is just a walking corpse who is dominated by the desire for power.

"Doesn't Patriarch Zhao want me to wait for my life? Why, are you showing cowardice now?" Lang Mo mocked.

Although he had never met Zhao Kuang before, the impact of seeing him today was extremely bad.How did this hypocritical villain secure his position as the patriarch of the Zhao clan?However, with this kind of patriarch, the Zhao clan must not be much better off.

"Elder, please act." Zhao Kuang gritted his teeth, ignoring Lang Mo's provocative words.Turning around, he respectfully asked the old man with white hair and beard beside him. This old man was the strongest member of the Zhao clan.It is also the ancestor of the Zhao clan, who has not done anything for nearly a hundred years, and in the year of destiny, in order to continue to live, he practiced hard.

This time, the life and death of the Zhao family is at stake.

Zhao Kuang had no choice but to invite his ancestor out of the mountain.After all, Zhao Kuang was the old man's direct blood relative, and according to his seniority, he should be Zeng Sun. With this relationship, Zhao Kuang naturally gained a lot of confidence.Therefore, although many people in the clan opposed Zhao Kuang's taking the position of Patriarch, there was nothing they could do. Whoever let Zhao Kuang have the support from the ancestors behind him, such a good thing was not for everyone.

"Yeah!" The old man nodded, opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, and shot towards Lang Mo instantly.

Lang Mo trembled slightly, raised his hand and flicked the corner of his clothes, and remained unmoved by the old man's fierce aura.It was as if, from the beginning to the end, he never noticed the murderous posture of the old man, calm and calm.

The old man was surprised when he saw it.

The turbid eyes quickly flashed across the slightest light, and the whole person turned into an eagle, spreading its wings and flying towards the wolf ink with a violent aura.Lang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, this old man is indeed capable, the Zhao clan's establishment in Yubei is probably inseparable from him, it is more than a little better than the arrogant Zhao Kuang. No wonder the clan dared to do such a preemptive attack.

However, it's still not enough!
Lang Mo's tense face slowly relaxed, and he slowly clenched his fists secretly.

Ha ha--

That's interesting isn't it?

Jiang Qing fixed her eyebrows and silently watched the old man who suddenly exploded. The strength of this old man is definitely worth paying attention to. She never thought that there is such a person lurking in the Zhao clan.Things seem a little tricky, but it depends on how Langmo handles it?

In the distance, all the forces spying on the movement here took a deep breath.This time Morocco forced the Zhao clan to show their hole cards, so they were lucky enough to notice the existence of the old man.This old man became an adult more than 200 years ago, but he disappeared from people a hundred years ago. Many people speculated that he was already dead. Unexpectedly, this man was hiding in the dark.

Many people exhaled lightly.Fortunately, the Zhao clan was not attacked. This old man was famous more than 200 years ago and occupied a place in Yubei.It can even be said that the Zhao clan has an important relationship with it today.

"Death!" The old man yelled violently, and he swung his fist like a dragon out of water, bursting with strength.

Lang Mo's eyes sank, he swung his fist to meet him, and the crisp impact sound of 'bang' spread.The two fists faced each other, and the air became distorted due to the huge force of the two fists. After a short pause, the two froze as if standing still.Suddenly, the old man backed up quickly, taking eight steps in a row to stop his body.

Here, Lang Mo only took three steps back.He stomped on the ground with his back foot, leaving a footprint three or four centimeters deep on the bluestone floor, and he firmly supported the impact of the punch.After this fight, the old man's expression became gloomy and serious.After seeing Lang Mo's strength, he realized that this man's ability is not as simple as Zhao Kuang said.

At this moment, Zhao Kuang was panicked and panicked.

In his heart, the extremely powerful ancestor was actually forced back by eight steps by Lang Mo. These eight steps undoubtedly sentenced the Zhao clan to death.One eight steps, one three steps, how amazing the gap between them is, anyone with a discerning eye can clearly understand, and because of this, they are more afraid of Morocco in their hearts.

"Come again!" Lang Mo's momentum was like a rainbow, he shouted and channeled his strength to the extreme, and rushed towards the old man.The fist is like the wind, like a tiger entering the forest, unstoppable.

Blood dripped and splashed wantonly, and the sound of bones breaking every inch of the body could be heard endlessly.The old man's eyes were red, and every time he wanted to fight back, he couldn't even defend. He passively endured Lang Mo's stormy attack, but Lang Mo's punch was heavier than the punch, and his speed was extremely fast.The old man fled in a hurry, but it was still useless.

"Wipe the card!" Lang Mo gathered his strength and punched the old man's left chest.

After all, the old man couldn't dodge, and was hit by a punch, his chest was dented instantly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.Lang Mo took advantage of the victory and pursued, with a light leap, he swept his legs into the long whip and pulled the old man out.The old man clutched his chest, his heartbeat had stopped, he really did not die, or maybe he didn't even know how he died.

"Old ancestor..." Zhao Kuang exclaimed.

After Lang Mo kicked him over, the Zhao clan suddenly woke up and rushed towards the old man.But he could only see the dead body of the old man.There was not a single intact part of his body, every punch of Lang Mo weighed more than a thousand catties, one can imagine the consequences of hitting the old man?
What landed in front of Zhao Kuang's eyes was not a corpse, but a pool of blurred flesh and blood.

"Old Ancestor, wake up—"

"Stop the bleeding and save lives."

……

For a while, the Zhao clan was in chaos.Having lost the backbone, the remaining members of the Zhao clan had long since lost their arrogance and domineering expressions just now. They all looked ashen, looking at Lang Mo's tall and tall body in fear.No one dared to meet his eyes, even if they did, they all moved away.I am afraid that I will be the next to die. After all, most people are greedy for life and afraid of death.

"One stick of incense time? The ancestors of the Zhao family only lasted for one stick of incense under the hands of the devil? Morocco is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the devil is so strong!"

"It's so fierce. The ancestor of the Zhao clan became famous 200 years ago. Such a strong man couldn't hurt a single cent in front of him. The Zhao clan really mentioned the iron plate this time. Can't escape!"

In the distance, everyone naturally had to discuss and run.At this moment, Lang Mo put his arms around his arms and didn't care.The demeanor was calm and freehand, and when he turned to look at Jiang Qing, he could barely restrain his cold and arrogant demeanor, and his handsome face was stained with a little flattery that didn't match it.The corner of Jiang Qing's mouth twitched when she saw it, and she couldn't bear to take another look at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)