The strongest skill system

Zhao Laoqi had killed several brothers one after another. At this moment, he was angry. Even if he felt that this person was a master in the middle stage of the Houtian Realm, he was about to vent his anger: "Take what you can."

Saying that, the aura on Zhao Laoqi's body suddenly stirred, and his whole body seemed to increase by ten centimeters, and he directly killed that person.

When he stepped on the stone slab under his feet, he actually left footprints two centimeters deep.

Zhao Laoqi only felt that even if Lao Tzu, the Heavenly King, was in front of him at this time, he would still give him a punch.

Huhuhu

Zhao Laoqi's fist pierced the air, making roaring noises!
In an instant, he came to that person.

bump!
Suddenly, that person stretched out his hand to block Zhao Laoqi, making Zhao Laoqi seem to have hit the wall, but suddenly bounced back, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of black blood!The whole face became pale.

A look of cold arrogance flashed across the corner of the man's eyes: "Who else wants to try my Ulun's tricks?"

"Tang Hu of the Five Poison Sect came to learn."

Tang Hu yelled, and as he waved his fist, the sound of the air was like a fierce tiger howling!
Seeing this situation, Zhao Laoqi over there couldn't help shouting: "How did your inner strength become so vigorous? You weren't like this before you came here?"

Lao Xie took out the packed snake meat from his pocket, and said proudly: "Thanks to the snake meat. Boss Tang drank a snake gall the size of a hen, and you may not be his opponent. "

Hearing what Lao Xie said, they never expected that they would encounter an adventure in this tomb. Apart from being pale, they were also a little more shocked.

"Hehe, if it's based on strength, I really can't beat Tang Hu!"

No matter how unwilling Zhao Laoqi was, he seemed to accept the reality at this moment.

While speaking, Tang Hu had fought Wu Lun for ten strokes. It seemed that his strength had indeed improved a lot.

But at the fifteenth move, Uren shook his head: "I thought you were capable, but that's all!"

Suddenly, Wu Lun stretched out a punch, no matter how Tang Hu blocked it, he still suffered a lot of internal injuries!

After falling to the ground, the younger brothers brought by Wu Lun ran up one after another. Ye Mo felt that their strengths were all masters in the early stages of the post-playing stage, and they were comparable to Zhao Laoqi's strength.

After a rough calculation, there were as many as six people.

The "Yan" organization has spent a lot of money this time!Those who come are all masters.

What is in this tomb that is worth such a big fight?
After those people came up, they quickly brought everyone under control.

In order to find out their purpose, Ye Mo did not make a move for the time being.

Seeing Wu Lun came to the side of the coffin and looked down, he couldn't help staring, even though he was serious, he began to exult and said, "Tiangang Hidden Sea God Art?"

He immediately picked up a thin parchment book from inside, flipped through it quickly, and the joy on his face slowly froze: "This is actually... a fragmented copy?"

Then I searched again, picking up and throwing away: "Garbage, garbage..."

Ulun was furious, he lifted the corpse out of the coffin and asked, "What's the matter? You are a great master after all, and you only have a broken copy?"

After finishing speaking, throw the corpse away!
Holding the incomplete book in his hand, he regarded it as a treasure. After a while, he adjusted his mood: "Hehe, the incomplete book should be enough, right?"

Seeing the boss laughing, a younger brother hurried over to pick up the corpse and said, "Boss, give this corpse to me. It's also the bones of a master. You said that the surrounding area is filled with the breath formed by its internal force. This bone is not simple, I will take it back to make soup and drink it, so I can serve you better in the future!"

The "Yan" organization is indeed a strange force, and the idea of ​​drinking bone soup to improve one's skills can be imagined.

"Well... don't worry, everyone has a share of bone soup!"

"Thank you, boss!"

The man hurriedly wrapped the mummy Haosheng with a cloth.

It started with this person, and then another person ran over to pick up the things that Uren had just thrown away: "Boss, I will help you deal with this garbage!"

Ulun waved his hand, and immediately several favored people came over to pick up the "garbage" on the ground.

These things are rubbish in Wu Lun's eyes, but in their view, these things have been with this great master for so long, and they have been contaminated with some inner energy, which will also be of great help to themselves.

Everyone held those things and regarded them as treasures.

Seeing that someone picked up the token, Ye Mo had no choice but to say: "Give me that token, and I will let you leave safely."

Ulun immediately looked this way, with a chill in his eyes.

"Ye Mo!"

When Zhao Laoqi saw this situation, he immediately said, "Don't hurt us. If everyone stays calm, and when they take their things and leave, maybe they can save their lives.

Now that you don't know good and bad, if you offend Ulun, no one will feel better about it. "

Wu Lun looked at Ye Mo, and suddenly he laughed: "What are you? In Lao Tzu's eyes, you are not even a fart, and you dare to speak nonsense here?"

"All right!"

Ye Mo sighed: "Then I have no choice but to take it myself."

He walked out slowly, and among the masters who controlled these people, two of them came over immediately to stop Ye Mo.

But it was easily shot away by Ye Mo.

After walking three meters away in one step, suddenly, several masters who picked up something just now shot hidden weapons at Ye Mo one after another.

As a result, those darts hit Ye Mo's body, but they couldn't do any damage!

Seeing this situation, Zhao Laoqi couldn't help being secretly surprised.

"Golden bell cover of Dacheng realm? Iron cloth shirt?"

Wu Lun was also slightly taken aback: "Since external objects can't hurt you, then use my cultivation to deal with you. Let's see how long you can last?"

As he said that, Wu Lun collected the remnants of the Tiangang Hidden Sea Divine Art, and shook his body, only to see that the normal length of his hands suddenly grew at this time.

Moreover, the palm suddenly became the size of a casserole pot, and the bent joints of the fingers seemed to have infinite strength, as if the palm could crush an iron ball with just a casual grip.

"Tiantian long arm skill?"

Both Tang Hu and Zhao Laoqi turned pale with shock.

"Ye Mo, be careful!"

Tang Hu reminded: "His miraculous skill uses secret medicine to soak his hands to soften the bones. After practicing, it is very powerful. If you are accidentally caught, let alone a human being, even a piece of steel can kill you." Being pinched by him like a balloon."

When a martial artist has trained to the acquired level, the power unleashed is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Oh?"

Ye Mo didn't take it seriously: "Then I would like to taste his magic."

Hearing what Ye Mo said, Tang Hu and the others felt complicated. Although they had seen Ye Mo's experience, Wu Lun on the opposite side was a mid-acquired master.

Sooner or later he will die under his arrogance.

Just as Ye Mo finished speaking, a gust of wind hit his face.