Chapter 19 Unrivaled Style

The graceful Fenghua Tianyun was originally the king of the world. Hearing this voice, he immediately bowed deeply like a discouraged ball, "Senior Moluo, why are you here? But are you wrong? These guys hurt my son, so now I'm here to argue with them. She didn't say that she came to kill these people. She was considerate and even spoke much more euphemistically.

Others don't know who Yang Moluo is, but she deeply knows the power of this person. Her cultivation is simply earth-shaking. She can fan herself for 108,000 miles with a wave of her hand, and a star will explode under one punch. If he wants to take action, think about Fenghua Tianyun in a cold sweat. With the old man's supreme fighting power, it was enough for him to kill all the people here with one finger.

"Isn't what my old man said clear enough? Or do you want to try my fast-forward coffin? Yang Mo said slightly lightly, but Murong Yishuang could hear the anger in the old man's words. You should know that his grandfather was forced to die in order to save Yang Molue, which was so similar to the current scene. If it hadn't been for Yang Molue of the Fenghua family, he would have immediately washed the blood of this group of people.

"Murong Tianyun, I advise you to leave as soon as possible." A middle-aged man with a book temperament stands on the void, which is Zhao Hongwen, the vice president of Canglong College. In fact, he was also angry. You know, he was also one of the people who witnessed the unrivaled war. At that time, the Wang family also forced their eldest brother Murong Hua to die one by one. Now he touches the scene and has no good impression of Fenghua Tianyun. He is also afraid that Yang Mo can't help killing all these people directly. At that time There was another bloody storm. At that time, they used their whole life to avenge and destroy the Wang family with Shennong Ding. The whole five regions set off an unprecedented storm. Everyone was in danger and established their world-famous reputation. But now that Yang Moluo is old, it is not worth consuming Shouyuan for these little people.

Fenghua Tianyun was simply unwilling to the extreme. She was about to breathe a bad breath, but now she has to hold it back, which makes her sad to spit blood. She really wants to kill these little ants immediately. But Yang Moluo is here, who dares to take action?" Let's go. Fenghua Tianyun stepped directly into the door, and the others also looked at each other and lost their faces. They quickly left here and didn't even dare to say a harsh word.

The students around were shocked, but they didn't expect it to take a 180-degree turn. "You think this Fenghua Tianyun won't have that kind of disease. Why did he suddenly become a soft egg?" A student was very surprised.

"Do you know who this old man is?" A man with a beautiful face stood quietly, like a scorching sun, shining all over his body. A large group of students behind him obviously led by him and looked at the man with a respectful face. This person is the only disciple of the elder of Canglong College and the future successor of the college. At this moment, he looks at the old man's eyes full of worship. He is my real idol, and my goal in life is to surpass him, do you know?

"What." Everyone was shocked. They knew nothing about the history too far away, but they clearly knew the peerless demeanor of Fengweishang. When he was young, he competed with Can Jian (Chapter 2 Wedge). The year of the weak crown had overwhelmed the older generation. Even Duan Mu Junxi, the first person in the Central Region, could not beat the man in front of him. Son, how can his idol be vulgar? Even fools don't believe it.

"I don't know what the relationship these people have with Elder Yang, and they can make him take action." Feng Weijing bowed his head and said to himself.

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Seeing that the disaster seemed to have subsided, Mr. Bucket stepped forward and bowed deeply. He still respected the old man in front of him: "Thanks to Elder Yang and Miss Murong. Our brothers are really unrequited for the kindness of reconstruction."

I just saw the old man's arbitrary words scare these big men to death and run faster than rabbits. The unrestrained and invincible brother's respect for Yang Molue was also incomparable. This is the real strong man. They thought of the wind in the arrogant world and were fantasizing about whether they could rush to Linghu. Get the appreciation of the old man and ascend to heaven one step at a time. He quickly saluted, "Thank you, senior."

"Well, you don't have the strength. You have to be more careful outside. The old man can only save you once." Yang Mo said lightly, and his eyes were full of remembrance. He seemed to touch the scene. Thinking of his past with his brothers when he was young, the old man's figure slowly faded away.

Since just now, Li Xiaofang has been motionless and respectful. He is a man of the ancient clan and understands what terrible energy is in this old man's body. Now he is deeply relieved to see Yang Molue leaving.

"Brother Bucket, you didn't say hello to us when you went out. If Grandpa Molt was proficient in heavenly calculation, I would have been completely in the dark." Murong Yishuang's smile was like an elegant lily, relaxing these nervous people.

Master Bucket smiled and patted the little girl's head: "It doesn't matter. Aren't I fine now? By the way, let me introduce you. This is chic, invincible brother..." Mr. Bucket began to introduce one by one, "They are all my best friends."

"How are you?" The little girl also greeted several people with a smile on her face.

"Hello." The watermelon wolf and the Dutch pig smiled. After saying hello, they suddenly turned around and immediately looked gloomy. "Master actually cheated such a woman who came out of hibiscus in such a short time. He has deeply betrayed his friend's path. It's really amazing." Strangely, their faces were full of envy, "Wow, woo, woo~ Damn God, give us a chance, we have to say goodbye to November 11th."

Seeing everyone's happy appearance, he was also touched. "Meeting is fate, since fate makes us meet. Why don't we all set up a group!"

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

Cai Tingping jumped and seemed to be happy with the proposal. Her silver bell-like voice echoed around: "Then what's the name of our group?"

A fallen leaf flew to the bucket master. He stretched out his white palm to catch it, pretending to be melancholy: "Call it superjump!" SJ fans don't spray dolls)

Others seemed to be stunned by the sad appearance of the bucket master, and they thought the meaning of the name! They all nodded and agreed.

Just as everyone left happily, no one noticed a young man with a broken arm looking at them with a cruel murderous intention...