Martial arts become gods

Chapter 281 Starfire Eyes
"Why should I show you my hand? We don't seem to know each other well?" Mo Xian frowned.

"You may not have heard clearly, I, Yan Zhilie, the youngest five-star great martial artist in the Hall of Flames, has superb Huoyan martial arts skills, often..." Yan Zhilie began to talk and act there again.

The reason why he dared to be so arrogant was because he thought that he had cultivated a martial skill called Xinghuo Lingyan, but he saw that Mo Xian was only a four-star martial artist.

The corner of Mo Xian's mouth twitched suddenly, and before Yan Zhilie could finish speaking, he interrupted: "Stop, I heard you very clearly, you don't need to say any more."

"You...you dare to interrupt me?" Yan Zhilie's expression froze suddenly, as if he was extremely hurt.

"Crazy!" Mo Xian suddenly felt a little helpless.

"Senior Brother Zhi Lie, don't talk nonsense with this guy, I just saw him with those people with the lotus brand." A guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said, it was the guy who was hiding in the dark and peeping at Mo Xian and the others.

"Oh!" Yan Zhilie nodded lightly, and said, "Boy, what is your relationship with those people?"

"It's okay!" Mo Xian said impatiently.

"Then why don't you dare to stretch out your hand, aren't you afraid that my superb Huoyan Martial Skill will burn you into slag?" Yan Zhilie shouted in a low voice.

"Damn it, it's really annoying!" Mo Xianzai couldn't help it anymore, he moved his body, and directly punched the scorching facade.

"boom!"

With a dull crashing sound, Yan Zhilie's figure immediately flew upside down, if it wasn't for being caught by a few people behind him, he would have almost hit a sharp boulder.

Yan Zhilie broke free from the people who supported him, and shouted loudly: "You damn guy, I will definitely let you taste the power of my superb Huoyan martial arts."

While he was speaking, two bloody arrows shot out from his nostrils, which looked very funny.

Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, their faces turned red from holding back.

"I'm sorry, my hands are shaking and I can't control it!" Mo Xian couldn't help laughing.

"Damn it, Huo Yanzhi Spirit Hand!" Out of embarrassment and anger, Yan Zhilie let out a violent shot, and a strange mark suddenly appeared on his palm.

The energy on it was condensed, and it instantly transformed into a big hand of deep white flames tens of meters in size, roaring towards Mo Xian.

The surrounding temperature suddenly increased a lot, and even the air seemed to be a little distorted.

Wherever Lie Yan's big hand passed, the ground was burnt and pitch black, and some crystals formed after high-temperature calcination were mixed in it.

The terrifying heat wave swept towards him, Mo Xian snorted coldly, raised his hand and bombarded out with a fierce death mark.

The ominous spirit's death mark almost defeated the big flaming hands in a devastating way, and then smashed heavily on Yan Zhilie's chest.

The terrifying Yuanli storm swept away immediately, smashing the mob around who didn't know what to do.

The sound of spitting blood and screams suddenly became louder.

"Impossible, my superb Huoyan Martial Skill can burn everything into slag, I am... ah!" Yan Zhilie lay on the ground with absent-minded eyes, muttering to himself.

"You shut up!"

Mo Xian's scalp felt a little numb when he heard it, and before Yan Zhilie could finish speaking, he punched Yan Zhilie's head close to the ground, turning what the latter wanted to say into a scream.

Seeing that those people on the ground had no strength to resist, Mo Xian smiled maliciously: "Hand over all the treasures in your hands!"

Since I have been busy, I will charge some interest after all.

"Impossible, my pride tells me that I cannot tolerate your plundering behavior!" Yan Zhilie stretched his head out of the ground with difficulty, and said.

"Shut up!" Mo Xian suddenly felt a little helpless, and punched again, and then Yan Zhilie's head was buried in the ground again.

Facing Mo Xian's despotic power, everyone had no choice but to give in.

But Mo Xian sadly found that these people are really poor, and they don't have many good things together.

However, a secret technique called Xinghuo Lingyan attracted Mo Xian's attention.

This secret technique was obtained from Yan Zhilie. To be precise, it is not a martial technique, but a secret method to enhance eyesight.

After practicing, not only can you see thousands of meters away, but you can also see the details, and most importantly, you can find out the realm of a warrior.

"Great!" Mo Xian suddenly became ecstatic.

He had wanted a similar martial skill for a long time, but he didn't expect to come up with whatever he wanted.

After all, when you are away from home, the most important thing is to know yourself and the enemy. If you don't know the strength of your opponent, you will often be at a loss.

Sometimes, like the current Yan Zhilie, he thought he had picked up a soft persimmon, but unexpectedly he kicked an iron board.

Of course, Yan Zhilie at this time obviously found a soft persimmon, but inside this soft persimmon is still iron.

"Okay, you can go!" Mo Xian waved his hand and said.

"Aren't you going to kill us?" Yan Zhilie was startled, and said in a strange way.

"Why kill you guys, don't you really want to die?" Mo Xian was speechless for a moment, he really saw something strange today.

"Great God, please accept my knee!" Yan Zhilie suddenly got up and knelt down on one knee for Mo Xian.

Seeing this, the others looked at each other for a while, then knelt down on one knee and shouted: "God, please accept my knee!"

In this world, kneeling on one knee does not mean humiliation, but a symbol of surrender, which means that Yan Zhilie and others want to be Mo Xian's followers.

"Uh..." Mo Xian was taken aback, and suddenly he was a little confused.

Yan Zhilie and the others were aggressive before, but now their attitudes have changed 180 degrees.

"Could you use this method to ask me to return the things to you? Just say it straight, why are you so solemn?" Mo Xian smiled wryly. He doesn't like it either.

"No, we really want to follow you." Yan Zhilie said solemnly, a pair of big eyes were staring at Mo Xian with watery eyes, and two nosebleeds flowed down again.

"Stay away from me!" Mo Xian suddenly felt a chill, and pushed Yan Zhilie away.

"Great God, can't you feel my enthusiasm?" Yan Zhilie turned his head, and when he turned his head again, he had already changed his eyes to a deeper one, "How about this?"

Seeing Yan Zhilie's fiery eyes, Mo Xian couldn't help but shudder, and then ran away without saying a word.

Just kidding, if he stays any longer, he might be driven crazy by Yan Zhilie.

However, Yan Zhilie's reaction was also extremely fast. He even hugged Mo Xian's thigh, and at the same time said to others: "Hurry up and hug the thigh of the Great God, everyone will have meat to eat from now on."

Hearing this, everyone was unambiguous, and rushed over immediately, hugging Mo Xian tightly.

To be honest, Mo Xian could easily overthrow these people, but he really didn't know how to deal with such a strange thing.

(End of this chapter)