Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

The sound of something tearing through the air sounded, and the ice awl roared!    

The icy-blue icicle whistled out like a sharp sword, flying straight towards Mo Qianqian!    

As before, Mo Qianqian didn't pay any attention to anything else and continued his journey. He didn't even look at the ice awl, he only had Crape Myrtle Emperor Flame s in his eyes as he advanced relentlessly.    

Mo Qianqian did not mind the ice pick at all.    

Because he didn't need to care!    

She believed that since Chu Mo was here, then she naturally didn't need to worry about the ice pick!    

Swish!    

Sure enough, just at this moment, Chu Mo suddenly rushed over and appeared beside Mo Qianqian.    

Then, his right fist brazenly blasted out, as if it was a mountain rock, smashing through the air along the way and ruthlessly rushing towards the icicle.    

"Rumble!"    

When the meat fist and the ice awl met, a shockwave rang out.    

Immediately after, Tong Junming was dumbstruck to see his own tyrannical and ferocious ice awl instantly shattered into pieces by Chu Mo's fist, exploding outwards like a broken stone, flying everywhere.    

In response, Chu Mo's fist surged with wind, and flashed non-stop at an extremely fast speed. He actually blocked all the ice shards, not leaving a single thread behind.    

And behind Chu Mo, Mo Qianqian didn't even feel a single trace of strength fluctuations as he leisurely moved forward and finally stepped within thirty meters of the Crape Myrtle Emperor Flame.    

Not being able to stop Mo Qianqian, Tong Junming's expression naturally became very unsightly. It was cold to the point that it seemed like it had frozen over, and the expression in his eyes was incomparably fierce, giving people a feeling of might and not anger.    

Regarding this, Chu Mo did not mind, he just stood there quietly and looked at Tong Junming.    

From his point of view, the opponent was indeed very strong, and the Icy Spiritual Energy was not weak either. However, he was too arrogant and underestimated Chu Mo, if not, Chu Mo would not have been so relaxed.    

At this point, Tong Junming seemed to have realized this point, his eyebrows knitted slightly as he said: "Brother Chu, looks like you're even stronger than what I imagined!"    

Chu Mo smiled indifferently and said: "It must be hard for you to admit this!"    

Tong Junming shook his head and said, "Actually, it wasn't that difficult. Just being a bit stronger doesn't change anything. "    

Chu Mo raised his eyebrow, and said: "It seems that Brother Tong wants to continue?"    

Tong Junming said: "I really can't think of a reason not to continue!"    

Chu Mo pointed to Mo Qianqian who was hidden amongst the Crape Myrtle Emperor Flame, and said: "Now, Qianqian has successfully entered the Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire, Brother Tong, no matter what you do, you will not be able to stop her."    

Tong Junming looked at Chu Mo coldly and said: "I just heard that you are Mo Qianqian's older brother?"    

Chu Mo nodded, and said: "That's right!"    

Tong Junming suddenly laughed, and said: "If I kill you, do you think that Mo Qianqian will still be able to sit here and continue staying in the Spirit Fire?"    

Hearing this, Chu Mo didn't show the slightest fear, but instead looked at him with a pitiful gaze, and asked: "Why?"    

Tong Junming did not understand, and asked: "Why what?"    

Chu Mo said: "I can see that Brother Tong is also a proud person, why would he risk his life for Rong Family?"    

Tong Junming sighed, and said: "No matter how proud you are, there will always be times where you can't help yourself!"    

Chu Mo frowned, and asked: "Is Rong Family really so powerful?"    

Tong Junming looked at Chu Mo, and said: "Rong City has been standing for more than a thousand years, although they have already fallen, they are still people of Rong Family, so there is no need to speak anymore. "Come on, let's not talk about other stuff. Let's fight first!"    

With that said, Tong Junming suddenly took action, waving his fan.    

Chu Mo's expression did not change as he clenched his fists and swung out. Breaking through the air, he attacked towards Tong Junming.    

"Boom!"    

Chu Mo and Tong Junming had met on stage, the fan and fist had also met.    

The fist strength exploded, and like a giant boulder falling down, it fiercely smashed onto the folding fan.    

However, at this moment, Chu Mo felt as if his fist had smashed onto steel, he immediately felt a trembling force that attacked him, causing his entire arm to turn numb, and his body involuntarily slid backwards.    

"What a strong fan!"    

Chu Mo secretly sighed, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart.    

Before this, he had always thought that Tong Junming's fan was just deliberately acting mysterious, but after exchanging blows this time, Chu Mo finally realised that this fan was definitely not one of those decorations that the second generation Young Master s had in their hands. It was an extremely tyrannical sharp weapon, capable of ranking amongst the Holy Instrument s.    

Such a folding fan was not weak at all!    

However, while Chu Mo was still in shock, he did not know that Tong Junming was also extremely shocked at this moment.