Yumen Young Master

Chapter 140
Mo Fanzheng looked at the motionless giant black arrow blocked in front of him, and a cold and stern light flashed in his eyes. No matter how powerful a weapon is, in the hands of someone who does not have real strength, it is no more than an ordinary weapon. The weapon is just a little more powerful.

Mo Fanke's real strength is probably a little stronger than Mo Fanyu's. He has no fear of Mo Fanke. Mo Fanzheng pushed out his palm, and the layers of black eagle feathers opened outwards, and then , the giant arrow was bounced back by a powerful force in his palm.

The speed of the giant arrow was like lightning, and the giant arrow appeared in front of Mo Fanke in an instant.

"Uh..." Mo Fanke's body was blasted out by the huge arrow, and his chest trembled. Fortunately, it was not the tip of the arrow that was aimed at him, but the tail of the arrow, otherwise, he would have died.

Mo Fanzheng stood still on the tower, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his voice was low and cold: "If I want to kill you, I have to use the most primitive quicksand skills on the Quicksand Continent, not the weapons of the seven major families. For the descendants of the Mo family, it is also an honor for you to die under the skills created by the ancestors of the Quicksand Continent."

The quicksand skills were originally created by the ancestors on the quicksand continent. They took the shape of quicksand and manipulated the quicksand with their spiritual power. The powerful and strong can cross all continents and stand shoulder to shoulder with the strong on other continents.

It's just that thousands of years later, there are not many people who can truly master the essence of quicksand skills. The talents on the quicksand continent are withered, and the overall strength has plummeted. Therefore, there are very few people on the quicksand continent who can go out.

"Don't be too arrogant!" Mo Fanke roared, his face flushed, what is Mo Fanzheng?He would never allow this former trash to be so rampant in front of him.

"It's not that I'm arrogant, it's that you are too weak!"

After years of forbearance, the words in my heart finally came out. These people who scold him all day long are rubbish, how much do they know?

"You dare to scold me? Lao Tzu, you..." Mo Fanke cursed loudly, but just when his body moved, he was too shocked to speak.

He was surprised to find that his temples, aorta, and heart, three important parts of his body, were condensed with three glittering golden quicksand guns.

This was actually controlled by Mo Fanzheng, they were so far away, how could his mental power reach such a far distance?
They usually condense weapons around themselves, and then launch an attack, but Mo Fanzheng was able to condense them from a distance, directly adding weapons to the enemy.

"Stop, let go of the young master!" The gold-robed elders at the side finally couldn't hold back, and surrounded them one by one, looking at Mo Fanzheng with fear.

Mo Fanzheng raised his eyebrows, and shot his eyes over, the golden robe elders trembled in fright, and they didn't dare to go forward for a while, these golden robe elders knew those tricks, one by one, they were like copied clay dolls, If you can deal with one person, you can deal with a group of them. Mo Fanzheng has dismantled these tricks over and over again.

Their ranks are all promoted through the assessment, and then they become golden robe elders, they will be added with golden robes and golden hats, enjoy higher treatment, and be respected by others, but their strength is far from worthy of this elder identity of.

The annual examination questions for the elders in the golden robe remain the same, even if there are changes, they are very small. Most of those who can be admitted to the elders are those who have been taught and influenced by the elders in the golden robe. No one would have thought that, In the eyes of outsiders, the incomparably powerful golden-robed elder has long been a pile of golden-clothed bodies.

What they know is not real talents, but conspiracy and tricks, so when they encounter a real battle, their problems will be exposed.

Mo Fanzheng used to think that they were very powerful, at least they looked like that, but ever since he experienced a big battle with a group of golden-robed elders in the mansion, these golden-robed elders seemed to be standing naked In front of him, the same, not scary at all.

"If you have the ability, come and save him? What? Haven't you learned how to crack weapon attacks from a distance?"

Mo Fanzheng stared coldly at the golden-robed elder beside him, with a flash of sadness in his eyes, he never expected that the Mo family had fallen to this point.

The golden-robed elders looked cautiously, but no one took the lead.

Mo Fanke's whole body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move his body. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the quicksand gun resting on his neck. This quicksand gun is not only exquisite and unique, but even the engraved words on it read Mo Fanzheng's name is dazzling in gold, which is extraordinary.

Seeing the sudden change in the situation between the two, Lian Na couldn't help shouting from the side: "Brother Fan Ke, fight back quickly! Hurry up!"

Mo Fanke stood there without moving. He didn't know how to counterattack the quicksand skill at such close range, and he hadn't seen it in the martial arts book his father gave him. In fact, he didn't understand how far away Mo Fanzheng was. The distance condenses the quicksand skill.

With his own mental strength, he couldn't condense a distance of more than two meters, but Mo Fanzheng was able to condense such a precision-made weapon from a distance of ten meters.

The three quicksand guns were only half an inch away from him. As long as Mo Fanzheng used a little force, the tip of the gun would sink into his body. Mo Fanke's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he asked unwillingly, "Why do you know these skills?"

"I figured it out myself." Mo Fanzheng said calmly.

Mo Fanke became emotional, his whole body was filled with anger, but he didn't dare to move, and roared with a ferocious face: "You must have learned my father's skills secretly, otherwise, you wouldn't know so much! My father never told me about mental power manipulation, how could you learn it?"

"Is it because you guys are too stupid, and you still need to steal it? You can learn things at a glance, with a little effort, and you can learn it by yourself. If you don't study hard and practice hard, you will know how to bully others all day long. A useless thing." Mo Fanzheng sneered, feeling that the man in front of him was extremely ridiculous.

What's even more tragic is that Mo Wuming didn't even pass on such skills to his own son?

hehe!People who even guard against their own sons are really hopeless.

These people don't have the real strength, but their schemes to deceive people are easy to come by. For hundreds of years, many heroes have come to Mork Castle, but in the end they were murdered by conspiracy and tricks, and buried in this central castle.

The Mo family is focused on building a car behind closed doors, only caring about maintaining their rights and status on the Quicksand Continent, but they don't know that such closing their eyes and listening is the biggest disaster.

The cities fell one by one, and the oases they relied on for survival became less and less. If this continues, everything on the Quicksand Continent will disappear, including Mok Castle, including everyone.

(End of this chapter)