Chapter 242 Vulnerable

Ren Tianyu's body rose higher and higher, gradually surpassing everyone's heads, as if a real god descended, everyone could only look up!

Ren Tianyu looked down at Chen Mo with contempt on his face, and his voice was like thunder, deafening: "Boy, I admit that you are strong, but are you stronger than Grandmaster?"

Everyone didn't care to marvel at Chen Mo repelling the enemy with chopsticks just now, and looked at the scene that subverted human science with a face full of horror.

A group of celebrities in Jiangnan Province were so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground: "He actually flew up! Is this still a human?"

An Keyue and the others were also full of disbelief, which had completely overturned their cognition.

The look of anticipation in Uncle Shui's eyes couldn't help but dimmed. No matter how powerful Chen Mo was, he couldn't be stronger than a grandmaster, after all, his age was at stake.

"If we wait a few years, maybe he can become a Grandmaster too. Alas, what a pity!"

Hearing Shui Bo's words, Murong Ke's face was gloomy, wishing that Chen Mo had never appeared. Not only couldn't save them, but I was afraid that Chen Mo, a genius, would get involved for no reason.

Even Murong Yan'er, who has always had confidence in Chen Mo, couldn't help but worry at the moment: "Can Chen Mo win?"

Facing the ferocious Ren Tianyu, Chen Mo still had a flat face, even showing a trace of disdain: "Although you can barely release your inner strength, it is still too early to become a master. You can fool others, but you can't fool me .”

There was shock in Ren Tianyu's eyes, but he quickly hid it. He looked at Chen Mo and snorted coldly: "Boy, even if I'm just a half-step grandmaster, it's more than enough to kill you!"

"Let you experience my strongest martial skill, the Blood Demon Mahamudra!"

Uncle Shui suddenly exclaimed: "Greedfiend's big handprint? Isn't this the master of Southeast Asia, known as the eight-armed ape's unique skill of stamping the bottom of the box? Why would Ren Tianyu do it too?"

"Could it be that Ren Tianyu's master is him!"

"If it's really Xiang Chong's stunt, then Chen Mo will be in trouble."

Murong Ke next to him asked puzzledly: "Uncle Shui, that Xiang Chong you mentioned is the founder of Qinglongtang, a Chinese organization that has shocked Southeast Asia?"

Shui Bo nodded solemnly: "It's him!"

Murong Ke's face was a little shocked, and he sighed: "In a short period of time, you can teach an apprentice like Ren Tianyu, that Chong should be very powerful, right?"

There was a look of memory in Uncle Shui's eyes, a trace of admiration appeared on his face, and his voice was a little ethereal: "I don't know how strong Xiang Chong is, I only know that Xiang Chong led his Azure Dragon Hall into China and swept across the southeastern coastal provinces of China. Five grandmasters in a row defeated Huaxia, and the Huaxia martial arts world was overwhelmed. In the end, Yanjing Yang Dingtian was forced to come forward and defeated him. He was also forced to make an oath that he would never set foot in China again."

Murong Ke was startled: "But Yang Dingtian, the war god of Yanjing?"

"Exactly!" Shui Bo nodded.

Murong Ke looked at Chen Mo with a solemn expression: "Then Chen Mo is really in trouble!"

Ren Tianyu jumped up in the air, his body soared three feet, the lingering red light condensed into a huge palm above his head, and a powerful aura instantly swept across the audience.

Although the palm was only formed by condensing true qi, it was almost materialized, like a small mountain peak hanging upside down in the air, once it was hit by it, it would be smashed to pieces in an instant.

Ren Tianyu looked ferocious, high-spirited, pointed at Chen Mo, and shouted: "Kill!"

That huge blood-red palm, like the sky collapsing, smashed down on Chen Mo's head with endless pressure.

An Keyue, Murong Yan'er, and even those second-generation rich men from Jiangnan province who had always had trouble with Chen Mo couldn't help but feel shocked: "Can he withstand such a powerful blow?"

Chen Mo just smiled lightly, and still sat on the chair without moving: "Pearls of rice grains, also shine?"

"I'll let you see what real martial arts are!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Mo threw a punch casually from his seat, and said flatly, "The first form of Tianxuan Shenquan, Broken Mountain!"

Without any momentum, it was like an ordinary person waving his hand casually. Compared with Ren Tianyu's attack, it was insignificant.

However, Ren Tianyu, who was in mid-air, changed his face wildly. He felt an incomparable force attacking him, and that kind of force actually made him feel irresistible.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the bloody handprint that covered the sky was scattered by Chen Mo's punch, and even Ren Tianyu was thrown backward by the punch.

Chen Mo didn't stop, and pointed like a knife, another chapter of the understatement: "The second form of Tianxuan Shenquan, divide the rivers!"

Ren Tianyu, who had stabilized his figure just now, roared in his heart: "Not good!"

Although Chen Mo's punch still didn't have any momentum, he felt a breath of death.

"escape!"

This was the only thought in Ren Tianyu's mind.

Ren Tianyu retreated suddenly and rushed into the crowd, trying to use the crowd to cover himself and escape.

It has to be said that Ren Tianyu deserves to be struggling from the line of life and death. He has a strong ability to adapt to changes, and this move is very effective.

Chen Mo had no choice but to temporarily withdraw his spiritual power. Otherwise, if this punch goes on, most of the celebrities in Jiangnan Province will go to the underworld.

Uncle Shui didn't care about being shocked by Chen Mo's powerful strength, and said solemnly: "This Ren Tianyu is really despicable, actually using ordinary people as a cover, now Chen Mo will be restrained."

Murong Ke looked nervous, if Ren Tianyu was allowed to escape this time, it would not be so easy to kill him next time.

"Chen Mo, you must kill him!" Murong Ke shouted.

A group of celebrities from Jiangnan Province were so frightened that Ren Tianyu, who had been showing off his power just now, turned into a street rat in the blink of an eye and had to rely on them to protect him from Chen Mo's attack.

These people cursed the eighteen generations of Ren Tianyu's ancestors in their hearts, but they did not dare to show any disrespect in their words. Although Ren Tianyu was defeated, killing them was still as easy as crushing an ant.

Ren Tianyu did not run away blindly, he had a purpose, and his target was Murong Yan'er. Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty. He could see that what Chen Mo really cared about was not the Murong family, but this girl.

Murong Yan'er stood quietly in the corner, but saw Ren Tianyu quickly passing through the crowd and attacking her. She couldn't help being shocked and shouted: "Chen Mo!"

Murong Ke also understood what Ren Tianyu wanted to do, and couldn't help but be extremely anxious. He didn't care about letting Chen Mo kill Ren Tianyu first, and shouted nervously: "Chen Mo, save Yan'er first!"

Chen Mo still sat on the chair without moving, and said with a faint smile: "Don't worry, he can't hurt Yan'er."

Ren Tianyu looked ecstatic, he's here, he's coming soon, as long as he catches this girl, that boy will never dare to hurt me!

"Come here, beautiful girl!" Ren Tianyu smiled proudly and reached out to grab Murong Yan'er.

Murong Yan'er was so frightened that she screamed: "Ah!" She quickly put her hands in front of her body and curled up in the corner.

"Don't worry, as long as you obey me, I won't hurt you!" Seeing that he was about to successfully capture Murong Yan'er as a hostage, Ren Tianyu's face was filled with excitement.