925: C925 Arrogant and despotic

C925 Arrogant and despotic

"Senior God of Swords, hurry up and use this thing. We'll talk after we recover the arm!"

Chen Mo smiled and said.

Zhuang Zhuangming nodded excitedly and placed the Primordial Blue Lotus on the table.

The Elemental Energy circulated and the Primordial Blue Lotus turned into a wisp of cyan smoke, following the guidance of the Spiritual Sense, and entered his body.

A miracle had happened.

That cyan gas, had condensed into the shape of a arm, and filled Zhuang Zhuangming's sleeves.

Zhuang Zhuangming could feel that his arm was slowly coming to a realization.

That Primordial Blue Lotus didn't even need a third of it; he already had a jump of green arm, and the rest was already useless.

"How amazing!"

Zhuang Zhuangming could not hold back his smile as he looked at his green hands. He slowly raised them and clenched his fists.

The cyan color slowly faded and his skin became the same as before, the arm was the same as before, there was no difference.

He really, really had been reborn with a broken arm!

In Zhuang Zhuangming's heart, there was an indescribable joy.

He was even more grateful to Chen Mo.

Zhuang Zhuangming raised his hand, a white light flashed and the snow-white sword appeared in his hand. He waved his hand and tried to draw a few sword strokes.

Tears of excitement appeared in his eyes.

The arm was gone, and it took him many days and nights to slowly accept this cruel reality.

But now, his arm had recovered!

Other than him, no one else would be able to experience such joy.

He even had the urge to kneel down and thank Chen Mo.

"Brother, there's no need to thank me at all for this great favor. In the future, if there's anything that needs to be done, I, Zhuang Zhuangming, will definitely give it my all!"

Zhuang Zhuangming slowly cupped his fists and said a few words to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo laughed and said: "Senior God of Swords, it's getting serious!"

"Come, drink!"

"Hahahaha ?"

Zhuang Zhuangming laughed out loud and shared three jars of strong alcohol with Chen Mo. They were in high spirits and in high spirits.

"Brother, you should take back the remaining dichlorvos. If you don't take it, I ?!"

"I'll take it, such a precious item, I'm not willing to give it to you!"

Before Zhuang Zhuangming could finish speaking, Chen Mo immediately agreed. With a sweep of his Spiritual Sense, he put the Primordial Blue Lotus away.

"Hahaha ?"

"Come, drink!"

Zhuang Zhuangming laughed heartily as he continued to drink with Chen Mo.

He knew that it was not that Chen Mo was unwilling, but if he was, he wouldn't have taken it out.

However, it was to make him feel better.

"Senior God of Swords, now tell me about that strange cry!"

After drinking a few more jars of wine, Chen Mo asked.

Zhuang Zhuangming nodded his head, his expression becoming more serious.

"Brother, ever since I parted ways with you, I've been investigating that strange cry. From the Ninth Field, all the way until the Third Field, I finally realized that the voice came from the endless darkness in the west of the Third Field!"

Zhuang Zhuangming began to recount his story slowly.

The boundless darkness was a dangerous place within the Nine Regions. Like the evil valley, although it was not as frightening as the evil valley, its reputation was still widespread.

Very few cultivators entered this place.

"Above us, above the clouds, there is a place shrouded in black fog. The terrifying cries are coming from within!"

"Even in the daytime, the black fog is still there."

"I don't dare to go in the dark hours of the night. I'll go take a look during the day and see. After I enter the black fog, I can't see anything. A threat assaults me and I'll strike!"

"In the end, the sword is gone, and so is the arm!"

"Therefore, I escaped quickly!"

"After that, I stayed outside the black fog for a few days, but I still didn't dare to go in!"

Zhuang Zhuangming spoke rather easily.

But Chen Mo knew that it was definitely too dangerous inside.

For a dignified Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming like him, not a single arm could be seen after entering. This was already enough to explain everything.

"Senior God of Swords, do you know what was that thing that attacked you?"

Chen Mo frowned and asked.

"I don't know, but they are definitely cultivators!"

Zhuang Zhuangming replied.

Chen Mo nodded, he took a gulp of the strong wine and said: "Come, it's still early, let's go and observe!"

"Alright!"

Zhuang Zhuangming promised. The two cleaned up a bit and went out as if he had turned into an ordinary old man.

Outside, a Gongzi led a few beauties and a few dog legs. With a face full of smiles, he walked towards Chen Mo and the white robe Sword God.

Walking alone, he would avoid anyone he saw.

A few people liked to walk in a line.

The road was so wide that both Chen Mo and Zhuang Zhuangming had to take a detour, but Chen Mo was still knocked into the arm by a middle-aged man.

Chen Mo no longer had any intention to stay.

"Hey, hey, stop! old man, you f * cking crashed into me!"

The middle aged man called out, and pulled Chen Mo away.

Chen Mo frowned.

Five to six of his henchmen surrounded Chen Mo and Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming.

When the Gongzi that brought him turned around, he looked at Chen Mo and Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming with a very haughty gaze, and said: "old man, you bumped into my man, what do you think we should do?"

Zhuang Zhuangming took two steps forward, looked at the young man coldly, and said: "Kid, have you never been beaten? A person like you is simply asking for a beating. If you don't get beaten up by others, just say so. I can help you.

"Hahahaha ?"

Chen Mo laughed and said: "Let's go Senior God of Swords, what is the junior thinking?"

"Halt, two old man s, do you know who I am? "F * ck, I'll f * cking kill you all!"

The young man in charge shouted a few words.

A few of the Female s were still chattering, expressing their contempt for Chen Mo and his.

"Bro, don't pull me. Some people are asking for a beating!"

Zhuang Zhuangming pulled Chen Mo's hand away and went up.

"You little b * stard!"

Zhuang Zhuangming roared coldly. The young master shouted, "Get rid of him!"

"labor will kill you first!"

Zhuang Zhuangming released his aura of strength. With the power of ninety-one War God, he punched the young master, knocking him down to the ground and shattering a few of his teeth.

The dog-legs that were about to charge forward no longer dared to move.

"War God ??"

They were afraid. There were powerful War God experts in their sects, but they had to call for people. Before they came, they didn't dare to act rashly.

"A bunch of stupid dogs!"

Zhuang Zhuangming laughed, then said to Chen Mo: "Brother, let's go!"

"You dare attack labor, you're dead meat!"

The young master crawled to his feet and spat out a mouthful of blood, even cursing angrily.

"You're courting death!"

Zhuang Zhuangming's eyes turned cold and in a flash, he instantly arrived in front of the young noble and stepped on his mouth.

He stomped the young master's mouth until it was rotten to the point that he couldn't even speak. He could only hear the miserable cries of "yiyiyiyaya".

"Next time I hear you curse one more time, labor will crush your dog head, you're courting death!"

Zhuang Zhuangming said to the young master before leaving with Chen Mo.0

The young master's eyes were filled with killing intent, he stared straight at Chen Mo's and Zhuang Zhuangming's departing backs, and crushed Sound Transmitting Talisman!

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