Six years of family affection has been wasted. Don't regret it if you dare.

The two of them were very close, and the two of them were very close.

Chen Jinxiu looked at Zhao Qingyan and Ye Mo, and felt comforted, but she said worriedly: "Is that young man Qingyan Ye Mo? He looks two years younger than Chensha? But he has the talent of a hero."

Although Ye Mo said only two words when he walked into the gate, he saved Mr. Yin in an instant, and the domineering aura on his body could not be faked.

"Don't worry, Aunt Chen has Ye Mo here, no one dares to bully our Tianwangju." Zhao Qingyan looked at everyone confidently, even though she knew that everyone in front of her was not famous, but everyone saw contempt and disdain in Zhao Qingyan's eyes.

"Zhao Qingyan, you are so arrogant. Don't think that you can ignore the Modu family just because you found a pretty boy who can fight?"

"That's right. I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. It's almost like you're someone's stepmother. I really don't know how you can do that?"

"You don't know this. This is called playing eagle catching chickens." Then the mocking voice instantly resounded throughout the hall.

For a moment, Zhao Qingyan was so angry that she couldn't speak. Ye Mo, who was standing aside, gently patted Zhao Qingyan's shoulder, gave Zhao Qingyan a comforting look, and then looked at the man who said that Zhao Qingyan was almost like Ye Mo's stepmother.

This person was not someone else, but Zhang Long, the new boss of Dongcheng. This person was also Kong Dengfeng's godson. If you want to talk about who is the dream lover of men in the entire Modu underground world, the answer must be Zhao Qingyan, because Zhao Qingyan is bold, indulgent, and beautiful, but everyone knows that Zhao Qingyan is the cleanest woman in the Modu underground world.

So there are many people who want to eat grapes but can't, and say that the grapes are sour.

"You are Zhang Long, Kong Dengfeng's godson?" Ye Mo pointed casually.

"What's wrong, kid? Are you dissatisfied?" Zhang Long stood in front of Ye Mo, smiled playfully, and then showed a fierce look on his face.

His hands were like a bow, and then he heard the sound of a bowstring breaking through the air, as if piercing the void. It turned out to be Taizu Changquan.

"Kid, die?" Zhang Long cursed fiercely.

Then the fierce wind of the fist blasted towards Ye Mo's chest. The fierce wind of the fist actually made Zhao Qingyan beside Ye Mo stagger, and his eyes stung.

Everyone was shocked. It turned out to be another internal strength. When did martial arts masters become so worthless?

Just when Zhang Long's fist was half a foot away from Ye Mo's chest, Ye Mo slapped him casually. It seemed simple and casual, but in Zhang Long's eyes, it frightened him and trembled all over.

Ye Mo's palm was like a mountain, like a sky, as if the whole world was covered by Ye Mo's palm. Zhang Long suddenly thought of something. Was it the same feeling that Qi Tiansheng had when he faced the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha?

Zhang Long's heart was filled with despair, regret, and terror.

There was a loud bang.

Everyone thought that Ye Mo's ordinary palm was a joke and a show-off, but after a moment, everyone was stunned, because Zhang Long was directly embedded in the bluestone floor by Ye Mo's palm, leaving only Zhang Long's broken back on the ground.

Even Zhao Qingyan, who was standing by, was startled, but afterwards, her face was full of sweetness, and she said to Ye Mo: "Thank you, Ye Mo."

"No problem." Then Ye Mo looked at Tonghu who said "The eagle catches the chicken."

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be a master of horizontal training. No wonder you are so arrogant. Even if you have the power to pull out an elephant, I am not afraid of you."

As he said that, Tonghu made a claw with one hand and grabbed the ground directly. A large piece of bluestone brick was directly grabbed by Tonghu, and then he punched it out. The bluestone brick hit Ye Mo like a cannonball.

This punch was carried by Tonghu's internal strength that he had practiced for thirty years. The power was naturally so terrifying that even if it hit a concrete wall, it could pierce a big hole, not to mention Ye Mo, who was made of flesh and blood.

Even Zhao Qingyan, who was standing by, was suffocated by the strong aura and shouted worriedly, "Ye Mo, be careful?"

It was obvious that Tonghu was much stronger than Zhang Long just now. His every move was like a tiger descending from a mountain, and any move could break the sky.

Even Kong Taiping, who was standing by, nodded secretly. He didn't expect that Tonghu had also achieved the peak of internal strength. Sure enough, none of the Four Heavenly Kings was simple. It was just that their grandson was too stupid. He didn't even understand the principle of shooting the first bird to stick its head out. He couldn't blame anyone else for his tragic death.

Seeing everyone's surprised eyes, Ye Mo just smiled faintly.

"It's just a show of force." Then, with a flash of lightning on his hand, he casually slapped it, and the bluestone bricks of half a meter in radius were instantly turned into powder.

"Thunder method, Taoist magic, it turns out that this kid is a Taoist practitioner." Kong Taiping on the side narrowed his eyes. Although the lightning in Ye Mo's palm was only a moment, the master's keen senses still captured the breath of thunder method.

Just when the bluestone bricks turned into powder, Tonghu stepped on the ground with both feet, and his body jumped high like a tiger. Wherever his feet passed, the bluestone rolled and the broken stones flew across, just like a big plow cutting the ground. His body was even more like a tiger, biting people and making people feel like falling into the tiger's mouth.

"Tonghu actually touched the realm of fist intention." Kong Taiping couldn't help but move his eyelids.

Then Kong Taiping looked at Ye Mo, who was still normal, and had an ominous premonition in his heart. Could it be that this kid was scared silly?

I saw Tonghu jump high, his hands became claws, and in the eyes of everyone, Tonghu seemed to have really turned into a tiger, and Ye Mo became a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Ye Mo?" Zhao Qingyan looked at Ye Mo in panic.

Ye Mo's face was still normal, and he only said lightly: "No matter how many skills you have, you are still an ant."

Then Ye Mo slowly raised a finger and pointed it at Tonghu's forehead.

"Twelve Zhenwu Styles, the second style, Heaven, Dao, Finger." Then a white cyclone instantly shot out from Ye Mo's finger. There was no earth-shaking roar, nor any shocking changes in the world, but it was so panic and fearful in the eyes of everyone.

Especially Kong Taiping stood up suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, how could he be a master?"

A crisp sound of piercing the skull sounded in the hall, and then Tonghu's body fell heavily to the ground, and the white cyclone directly penetrated the concrete wall ten meters away until it disappeared.

Everyone was shocked, and the hall became quiet in an instant, and even a pin drop could be heard. How could it be possible that the boy was actually a young master.

Chen Jinxiu took Zhao Qingyan's arm and asked carefully: "Do you know that Ye Mo is a master?"

Zhao Qingyan didn't even think about it, and said directly: "I don't know, anyway, I know that Ye Mo is powerful."

Looking at Zhao Qingyan's obsessed look, Chen Jinxiu was speechless for a while, Qingyan was considered useless.

Then Ye Mo looked at Mo Cangtian, who was already trembling, and asked lightly: "I heard that you want to help your son kill me?" Then Ye Mo walked towards Mo Cangtian.

In a private room near the window of a big restaurant opposite Tianwangju, Li Tianchen, Zhang Zhenkun and the military leaders who accompanied them were all stunned to see the "Heavenly Finger" on the big screen where Ye Mo killed Tonghu.

Li Tianchen stood up in shock. It was shocking enough that Kong Taiping became a master just now. Now there is another young master, and Zhang Zhenkun said that Ye Mo is only eighteen years old.

Eighteen-year-old masters have never appeared in the martial arts history of Daxia. Even Jiang Li, the young commander of the army guarding the Jiang family in Kunlun Burial Valley, became a martial arts master at the age of twenty-eight. Could it be that Ye Mo is a more powerful genius than Jiang Li?

After thinking for a while, Li Tianchen made a bold decision, stood up and walked to another room, then took out his phone and dialed it. After a long time, Li Tianchen came back. Looking at Li Tianchen's serious expression, he knew that there was something to announce, and then stood up and stood at attention.

Li Tianchen opened his mouth slowly and said, "I have asked the old commander to appoint Ye Mo as the commander of the Jiangnan War Zone~~~."