The Strongest Skill System

There were still six people getting off from the two cars. It was Tao Zuoren and the others.    

    

Tao Zuoren came over and saw Ye Mo. He couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Ye Mo, you have been quite popular recently. You have a very high production rate!"    

    

Although Tang Hu and the others went back to report about their cooperation with Ye Mo, when they heard that Ye Mo had obtained the remnant of Heavenly Astral Sea-hiding Divine Art, the middle Lesser Heaven stage Tao Zuoren was immediately displeased.    

    

Ye Mo smiled lightly: "Not only recently, I used to be very popular."    

    

If you like listening to songs or watching movies, you might even be a fan of mine!    

    

"Seeing that you helped Tang Hu in the grave, I'll give you a chance. Obediently hand over the Heavenly Astral Sea-hiding Divine Art, and from now on we won't have any grudges. Otherwise... "Die!"    

    

When Tao Zuoren said the last word, his face turned cold!    

    

Ye Mo shook his head: "Originally, I had thought that if your Five-poison Sect were to be sensible, you might still have a chance to cooperate.    

    

When the time comes, I will give you all the broken divine arts as a reward, but I didn't expect you all to be so arrogant as to think that you can snatch the broken divine arts from my hands, that's truly wishful thinking! "    

    

"Hahaha ~ ~"    

    

The five men behind Tao Zuoren all had their jaws drop.    

    

Including Tao Zuoren, everyone felt that Ye Mo had told the funniest joke in history.    

    

"Brat, you are courting death!"    

    

After saying that, Tao Zuoren stirred his energy and walked towards Ye Mo.    

    

At the same time, he motioned for the five men to go over and take Xu Ziqing down.    

    

Ye Mo came to Mogai's side. "Can you deal with these big guys? "I'll leave them to you. Protect Xu Ziqing well."    

    

Mogget suddenly looked confused. Damn, aren't we enemies? Why does it feel like I'm very familiar with you?    

    

But he seemed to understand something. In terms of protecting Xu Ziqing, he and Ye Mo were on the same side.    

    

After that, he would settle the score.    

    

Thus, he nodded, "No problem!"    

    

"Alright!"    

    

With that, Ye Mo walked towards Tao Zuoren.    

    

At this moment, Tao Zuoren pulled off the belt on his waist. With another shake, the belt instantly straightened out and turned into a completely black treasured sword!    

    

Although he looked at Ye Mo with disdain, but just to be safe, he still took out his martial arts.    

    

This was probably the reason why he still dared to find trouble with Ye Mo even after listening to Tang Hu's drawing!    

    

When someone at the level of a Pre-Sky Realm warrior had a weapon in their hand, they would sometimes have a higher chance of winning against enemies of the same level.    

    

From his point of view, Ye Mo's strength was only at the middle Houtian realm.    

    

"How many moves do you think you can take from me?"    

    

Ye Mo said lightly.    

    

Tao Zuoren frowned, "How arrogant!"    

    

"Master Ma, go catch Xu Ziqing!"    

    

"Alright!"    

    

One of the humongous men replied loudly.    

    

Nodding, Tao Zuoren quickly gathered all the inner strength in his body and focused it on that treasured sword. He waved his hand five meters away.    

    

The biting cold sword Qis arrived in an instant.    

    

Clang!    

    

A crisp sword sound rang out. A three meter wide and five meter deep sword mark was left on the ground!    

    

If it was an ordinary person facing Tao Zuoren, they would probably have been split into two by this sword qi.    

    

However, when it passed by Ye Mo, it was like a breeze passing by his face!    

    

Tao Zuoren was shocked when he saw this!    

    

Master Ma also stopped walking towards Xu Ziqing. Along with the few people behind him, they all looked towards Ye Mo in shock.    

    

"Ye Mo, he actually..." "Are you alright?"    

    

Master Ma said these words with a hoarse voice and his face turned pale.    

    

Xu Ziqing saw it as if she saw hope.    

    

After Tao Zuoren was shocked, he immediately adjusted his condition. Once again, he focused his inner force on the treasured sword. With a few steps, he quickly attacked and suddenly slashed the sword upwards.    

    

"I don't believe you can block that sword!"    

    

If it was a short distance, the sword Qi would still be biting cold. Even if there was a Land Rover in front of them, it would probably be sliced in half.    

    

However, that terrifying sword qi once again turned into a breeze and attacked Ye Mo's face.    

    

Ye Mo stood there as if nothing had happened!    

    

Tao Zuoren's eyes widened. He was at least a middle Houtian realm expert, and with the godly sword in his hand, Ye Mo had been caught unprepared, yet he was actually fine!    

    

What was going on?    

    

Faintly, Tao Zuoren started to panic as he started to crazily swing his sword at Ye Mo.    

    

However, Ye Mo's body was as light as a swallow. Very ingeniously, he dodged Tao Zuoren's fierce slash.    

    

"The consumption of inner strength from releasing one's inner strength is great. Brother Tao, you rest first. Let me handle this!"    

    

On the other side, Master Ma could not take it anymore. With his physique, standing in front of Ye Mo was enough to crush him to death.    

    

"Oh, what's your strength? You dare to fight with me?"    

    

Ye Mo was calm and collected, and he was not afraid of Master Ma and the few burly men behind him.    

    

"Middle Houtian realm martial artists are good at hidden strength. Although their combined strength is a bit weaker than Brother Tao's, they are still just right for dealing with your iron cloth shirt."    

    

Just now, Tao Zuoren's sword qi was unable to injure Ye Mo, so Master Ma felt that he practiced the defensive stance of Iron Cloth Robe.    

    

On the side, Mguai was shocked, "The hidden force is also a type of external force. Outside of the main force of the sword, inside the main force, as the name implies, he just threw a punch. On the surface, there is no damage, but his internal organs have already been smashed into smithereens. The combination of Master Ma and Tao Zuoren can really be said to be a godly combination! "    

    

Thinking of this, a look of yearning flashed through his eyes. To have such a good chance, it was as if he had married a virtuous wife!    

    

At this moment, Mo Gai's mood was complicated. After hesitating, he said to Ye Mo, "Ye Mo, whether it's the iron cloth or the Golden Bell Cover, it's better for you not to get hit by his fist."    

    

Xu Ziqing's expression turned to one of worry. "Although the difference in cultivation base is not too great, if the opponent's martial arts is the nemesis of your skills, you'll be killed even if you're a whole level higher!"    

    

There was a trace of fear in her tone. Although her cultivation was not high, she had some understanding of the martial cultivation world.    

    

In the face of Mo Gai and Xu Ziqing's worries and Tao Zuoren and Master Ma's arrogance, Ye Mo was unperturbed.    

    

"Alright, just come at me!"    

    

His tone was so arrogant that it sounded like an ancient war god facing a street hoodlum.    

    

Ye Mo indeed had the qualifications to be mad.    

    

Master Ma's expression could not help but darken. He clenched his fists, causing his joints to crack. Although the aura was surrounding his fists, it was able to move the air in a three to four meter radius around him. It actually formed two small tornadoes.    

    

Terrifying!    

    

Tao Zuoren couldn't help but feel slightly happy. He quickly rushed towards Ye Mo with the intention to assist Master Ma in his attack.    

    

Master Ma also arrived quickly.    

    

Whew ~ ~    

    

His fist suddenly punched towards Ye Mo. That kind of imposing aura was so powerful that even he himself felt like it was nothing. If it was a person made of steel in front of him, it would be squashed flat.