Strongest Abandoned Son

Qi Qiongying shook his head. "Ye Shixiong, I have never heard of her. Does Ye Master know which martial art she is?"

"I don't know." Ye Mo was a bit stunned. He didn't find Chi Yuqing on the mainland of Luoyue, so he also held a glimmer of hope that the pool would appear on the mainland. If he knows which martial art Chi Chiqing is in, he has already searched directly.

"Ye Shixiong, you don't have to worry, the mainland is currently carrying out the Zongmen Dabi. This is a one-and-a-half-month period. And this sect is bigger than almost all the sects, as long as Chi Yuqing is in Zongmen. Ye Yexiong can be heard here." Qi Qiongying saw Ye Mo's look a little dazed, and quickly comforted.

Ye Mo has a heart move, Qi Qiongying does not know Chi Qingqing, does not mean that Chi Yuqing is not in the mainland. How big is the mainland? Qiong Qiongying is just a monk who has just entered Jindan. How can he know all? When his cultivation is restored, his knowledge will be swept away. The entire mainland will be covered by his knowledge. When he is afraid, he will not find Chi Qingqing.

"Have your husband fallen in the sect of the sect?" Ye Mo saw that Qiong Yingying spoke of the sect of the sect, and his tone of expression seemed to be very low, and he guessed it.

"Yes." Qi Qiongying whispered.

Ye Mo Shen said for a moment, "Let's go to Xinhaicheng to find a place to rest, then you take me to the place where the door is bigger than the door."

The reason why Ye Mo wants to do this is that he has to take some time to heal. He has been rolling in the cracks of the void. I don’t know how long it is. He looks okay on the surface. In fact, it is not a chaotic tree to help. He has not been able to get up.

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Half a day later. Ye Mo’s knowledge has been restored to about a thousand miles. He stood up. I decided to go to Zongmen Dabi now.

Ye Mo is trying to call Qi Qiongying. His gods saw a black-faced Yuan Ying monk standing at the door of Qiong Yingying, and there was a slap in the face of Qi Qiongying. The little boy named You Heyi was standing on the edge of Qiong Qiongying, glaring at the black-faced Yuan Yingxiu.

"What happened?" Ye Mo has just arrived at the door of Qi Qiongying.

"Ye Shixiong." Qi Qiongying saw Ye Mo coming over and hurriedly called.

Yu Youyi hated and pointed at the black-faced Yuan Ying monk. "This name is Meng's lie to my sister Qiong Ying, sold a fake symbol to Xiong Yingjie not to say, and now come to fight Qiong Yingjie."

Ye Mo’s face sank. Asked the black-faced Yuan Ying monk, "Is that the case?"

The black-faced Yuan Ying monk had not had time to talk, and Qi Qiongying said, "Ye Shixiong, let's go in and say it, it has nothing to do with him."

The black-faced Yuan Ying monk stared at Ye Mo with a sneer. "The widow must have the ability to sleep. This widow, I am determined by Meng, how far I have to go."

"Is it?" Ye Mo did not have any fire, he did not like to kill people. Does not mean that he can not kill. A Yuan Ying, a district, also dared to be arrogant in front of him. Where is this good thing. He simply did not continue to ask about the process of this matter, directly raising his hand is a fireball to fight out.

"Haha..." The black-faced Yuan Yingxiu saw Ye Mo throw a fireball and suddenly laughed. He couldn't think of a fireball spell.

Don't say that this fireball hits him. He won't even get a little dust on his body. Even if the fireball doesn't hit him, he doesn't need him to do it. The other party is dead. Dare to start in the spiritual building of Xinhai City, this guy is not dead is a strange thing.

It is strictly forbidden to cast spells in Xinhai City.

Qi Qiongying saw Ye Mo actually use the fireball to get his hands, and his face became white. As long as the leaves are silent, it is no longer reasonable to be killed by the guards of Xinhaicheng. What's more, a fireball hits someone else and it doesn't hurt.

The black-faced Yuan Yingxiu just smiled twice and suddenly couldn’t laugh. He found that under this fireball, he had no way to move.

The next moment he saw his body quickly disintegrated in the fireball, but his fingers turned into fly ash. Don't say Yuan Ying, even his storage ring and the magic weapon in the storage ring are not saved.

At the moment when the fireball dissipated, Ye Mo raised his hand and waved it. This dust disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

Qi Qiongying stared at the black-faced Yuan Ying, who had disappeared. He couldn’t say a word for a long time. It was just too shocking. What kind of fireball is this, a fireball will destroy the Yuan Ying monk? She has cultivated to Jindan, and she has never seen the world before, but she has never seen such a terrible fireball.

"After a little delay, Qiong Ying, you are now taking me to the place where the Zongmen Dabi, I have to go and see, by the way, ask about the whereabouts of Yan Qing." Ye Mo touched the head of Yi and Yi, Qi Qiongying said.

"Ye Shixiong..." Qi Qiongying called a difficult one, and then he said with some sorrow, "Meng Guangji, the president of the Xinhaicheng Fushi Association, Duan Qianyuan's pro-disciple disciple, the Fushi Association in Xinhai City, one day, the paragraph dry is even more true. In the mid-term predecessors, we killed Meng Guangji and should not be able to get out of Xinhaicheng."

Ye Mo understands the mood of Qi Qiongying, and he is even awkward. When he was working hard in the realm of Luoyue, why not? Killed a Tian Aofeng, and began to hide everywhere. In the realm of comprehension, it is such a reality. Without strength, you offend people who should not be offended. They can only wait for death, or they can only secretly escape.

For Qi Qiongying, in this Xinhai City, he has offended the first-hand teacher association, or he wants to go without going. Now that he is already a plastic emperor, don't say that he has killed a disciple of the Fu Shi Association. Even if Xin Haicheng is gray, no one can take him.

Ye Mo shook his head, and his heart was still like this, but if he met a quirky emperor, he came here, or he really slaps Xinhaicheng into gray.

In the realm of cultivation or the fairyland, strength is respect, but when the strength is strong to a certain extent, there is no balance, it is a terrible.

"If the laws of heaven and earth are complete, the laws of the fairy world and the holy roads are perfected. I don't know if it will be so easy to return to the realm of cultivation from the holy world." Ye Mo thought of this terrible, involuntarily murmured.

He won't kill Xinhaicheng, but what about the other emperors? How much is the Holy Emperor in the Holy Land? Not at all, not every Holy Emperor is as good as him.

"If one day, if I have this ability, I will really perfect the laws of the Holy Land and the Immortal World. I will never allow anyone to return to the bottom interface any more." Ye Mo said slowly.

Although he lost his obsession in the chaotic tree, he just wanted to be influenced by his obsession. He wanted to do it, he would do it himself. Without any obsession and thoughts, he would make a vow to do it. . But he does not want to see a fairy who is a high-level interface, come to the realm of the realm or the casual world to kill everything.

Seeing Ye Mo seems to be awkward, and Qi Qiongying is also a bit embarrassed. For a while, she took the initiative to say, "When Meng Guangji saw my husband fall, I wanted him to be his ventilator. I claimed to go to the Marsh Ridge, he I voluntarily sold me a call to the soul. Later I realized that the soul symbol was fake. He thought that I would never go to the Grey Forest, and then I would come back and ask for help, but I did not expect that I had a top protection. Fu Xi, but the past gray forest."

Ye Mo nodded and said, "This person is not enough to die, let's go."

Qi Qiongying’s face was a little white, and she slowly shook her head and said, “We’re afraid we can’t go away. The people of the Fu Shi Association won’t let us out of Xinhaicheng.”

Ye Mo has seen several people coming over, just smiled and did not speak.

"You really can't go away. You dare to kill Master Meng in Xinhaicheng. I don't want to dump some of your garbage into meat sauce. Laozi is what you raise." Talking about a thin man walking in front, full The beard of the face looks a bit odd.

"I don't raise such a dog." Ye Mo whispered, and a fireball was thrown out. A monk in the district, dare to arrogant in front of himself.

Seeing that Ye Mo had lost another fireball to the beard man, he was stunned by Qiong Yingying. She forgot to tell Ye Mo, this person is one of the three masters of Xin Haicheng, second only to the master of Xinhai City and the president of the Fu Shi Association. Can such a person be dealt with by a fireball? However, Ye Mo’s fireball has been thrown out.

Seeing Ye Mo use the fireball to deal with himself, this is a big laughter by Ding Xiu and Meng Guangji. Since he became a monk of Jindan, he has never seen someone use fireball to deal with him. Today he finally saw it fresh. Someone used a fireball to deal with a monk who took the peak of the trip, and there was such a joke.

However, he and Meng Guangji's ending is the same, his laughter is only two sounds just stop ~ www.readwn.com ~ then sluggish and can not believe to see Ye Mo. Only he couldn’t say a word anymore, and his body became a fly ash in this small fireball.

A few of the condensate monks who followed this monk's monk were even more stunned and looked at the less and less fly ash in front of them. No one dared to say a word.

"I am going out of town right away. I will call the president of the Fu Shi Association. If I have arrived at the gate of the city, he has not come yet, then I will never come over." Ye Mo glanced at the remaining monks. .

"Yes, seniors..." This time the monks reacted very quickly and quickly nodded and left. They have already understood that they are worth a hundred thousand miles compared with the one in front of them.

Qi Qiongying has been jumping around in the heart. It was because of the terrible scare of the Association of Fus. Now it was because Ye Mo underestimated the fire and burned a rider by Ding Ding. This is the real rise between the hands and the smoke.

(The first one is sent, our monthly ticket is now somewhat dangerous. The fifth child asks a friend who has a monthly pass, and then another monthly ticket to support it, thank you!)

... (to be continued..)