Bloodline of Beast God

Chapter 21

Mo Chen stared coldly at the Dou Zun strongman in front of him, suddenly, Mo Chen's aura was unleashed, although he was much weaker than the Dou Zun strong man, but from a kid, the aura of the third level of the Dou Zun burst out, Really amazing.

Bai Shao Yang stared blankly at Mochen, and said, "Dou Zhe, third, third level." After speaking, he swallowed with difficulty. He has been stuck in the fifth level of Dou Zhe for half a year and has not broken through yet. Bai Shao Yang was deeply shocked by Mo Chen's breakthrough in such a short period of time.

"Yeah." Mo Chen yelled, grabbed the blade of the sword, and pulled it hard, even pulling the strong Dou Zun out.

Dou Zun's complexion changed, he only felt a strong force coming, and his body was pulled out by a force, fighting spirit circulated, he hurriedly stabilized his figure, pulled out the long sword in Mo Chen's hand, and looked at Mo Chen in shock. dust.

On Mo Chen's palm, there was a deep wound, and the deep bones had been exposed, which made people feel pain at a glance, but Mo Chen refused to snort, blood continued to flow out, and the strong Dou Zun on the opposite side also feel ashamed.Such a young child can endure such pain, and at such a young age, he has a third-level cultivation of fighters. If this kind of talent grows up in the future, it will definitely endanger the status of the Fengyun family. He finally understands why Fengyun The purpose of the family sending so many strong men is to get rid of this person in front of them. This kind of talent is too terrifying.

The old man in the room showed a shocked expression. He was not shocked by Mo Chen's talent, but that he had such perseverance. He let the long sword leave a deep wound on his palm, and he refused Snort, can this kind of willpower be possessed by a six-year-old child?

"Xiaochen, are you okay?" Heiyi came to Mochen worriedly, looked at Mochen's palm, felt a dull pain in his heart, every time he encountered difficulties, it was Mochen who stepped forward, as a fighter in the ninth level Dou Shi, but he couldn't help at all, felt extremely ashamed.

Mo Chen shook his head, feeling the pain in the palm of his right hand, his face became gloomy, he looked coldly at the strong Dou Zun not far away, thinking about how to deal with it.

"Uncle Hei, I'm fine, take good care of Young Yang."

"Boy, I have to say that no matter who sees your talent, you will lose your temper, but it is not enough to give you a reason to live. Take your head and go back, maybe I can be promoted to Fengyun's nursing home " Dou Zun said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, it would be his honor to be the guardian of the Fengyun family.

Just when Dou Zun made a move, a powerful aura enveloped the entire courtyard, the monstrous aura was like a mountain, overwhelming people.

"What's going on?" The face of the strong Dou Zun who was about to make a move suddenly changed. He had never encountered this kind of aura before, even in the strong Dou Zun, it is impossible to have such a powerful aura.

"Dou Wang strong man." Dou Zun's face turned pale all of a sudden, how could a talent like Mo Chen not have a strong man by his side to protect him?
"The old man's territory, how can you allow you to be presumptuous." The sound seemed to come from all directions, and Mo Chen was shocked, and looked into the old man's room.

I saw the door of the old man's room opened automatically with a creak, and the old man walked out of the room. His originally stooped back was already straight. On his old face, he looked extremely resolute, especially his pair of eyes, which were piercing. As deep as the sea.

"It really is you." Mo Chen saw the old man, smiled slightly, and finally confirmed that the person who took him into the cave for refuge was the old man in front of him.

"What a powerful aura." Hei Yi and Bai Shao Yang stared blankly at the usually fragile old man, but now he seemed to be a completely different person. The powerful aura shocked their hearts.

"You, you, Dou Zun." Feeling the aura of the old man, the Dou Zun slowly began to retreat. If a Dou Wang wants to destroy a Dou Zun, the Dou Zun has no chance to escape, so , he was afraid.

"What? Are you scared? Entered my yard, and still attack people here? How courageous." The old man said.

"Senior, senior, I didn't know you lived here. I offended you, please forgive me. I was also ordered by Patriarch Fengyun to arrest this kid."

"Patriarch Fengyun? Hmph, what mistake did this kid make that deserves the full strength of the Fengyun family?" the old man asked.

"Ah, this kid injured the third young master of the Fengyun family, so the head of the family ordered that the whole city be searched and arrested."

"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly, with his hands behind his back.

"Ah, me, my hand, you, you are not a Dou Wang powerhouse, but..." Speaking of this, Dou Zun looked at the old man in horror, only to see that his entire arm holding the long sword was covered by an invisible force. Qi was severed at the shoulder, and blood spurted out continuously, Dou Zun's face turned pale all of a sudden, and the Dou Zhe he brought rushed to support him.

"Get the hell out of the village and tell your Patriarch, this kid, I've got Feng Qingyang to protect him."

As soon as the words Feng Qingyang came out, Dou Zun's expression turned ugly, and he looked at the old man in shock, even Hei Yi and Bai Shao Yang looked at Feng Qingyang in shock.

The word Feng Qingyang, as long as there is a Doushi on the mainland, no one knows it. Fifty years ago, Feng Qingyang was the number one genius in the world. He was only 50 years old and entered the realm of Dou Zun. Zongjing, at the age of 20, has reached the realm of Douwang, and at the age of 25, the realm of Dousheng. Now three years ago, Feng Qingyang's reputation has gradually been forgotten in the world of fighting masters, but when Feng Qingyang's name is mentioned, But there is no fighter who doesn't know.

In the past 30 years, Feng Qingyang has reached an extremely high level, the Ninth Level of Fighting Saint, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of Fighting God. Fighting God, that is the top existence in the mainland. There are no more than ten strong ones, one can imagine how rare fighting gods are.

"Feng, senior Feng Qingyang." Hei Yi swallowed hard and said.

Seeing the members of Fengyun's family leave in embarrassment, Feng Qingyang withdrew his aura, glanced at Mochen, and said lightly: "It's been a long time since I moved my body, it's going to rust." The crackling sound on Feng Qingyang's body was the sound of bones.

"Thank you senior for saving me." Mo Chen said to Feng Qingyang, cupping his fists.

"Haha, kid, don't your hands hurt?" Feng Qingyang laughed, looking at Mochen's bleeding hand.

Mo Chen smiled slightly, and said, "You can already see the bones in this wound. Although it hurts, but as an upright man, how can I cry out that it hurts? Even if it hurts extremely, I can only bear it and think about it." Looking at his palms, Mo Chen thought of his mother, every time she was injured, her mother would bandage her wounds, but now, no one bandaged Mo Chen's wounds, and Mo Chen felt chilly in her heart.

(End of this chapter)