Chapter Seven Hundred and Sixty-Eight Why Let You Three Hundred Strokes!

"Presumptuous? Hehe..."

The young man in the black warrior vest smiled, his mouth wide open, and he looked at Li Mo with contempt.

"My Yu Yong is so presumptuous in his actions, what can you do to me? Tsk tsk, the half-step Divine Sea Realm peak in his thirties seems to have a good background in strength!"

"Apologize!"

Li Mo shouted at Yu Yong with a cold face.

The four people in front of them were all at the peak of the half-step Divine Sea Realm. It stands to reason that if they went to the Asura Tower, they would definitely be powerhouses on the third floor.

But Li Mo has never seen a few people.

It can be seen that these people should be the Shura City who arrived recently.

And a few people are so young, they have such a cultivation base, they speak and act so arrogantly, and the young man in the black samurai vest headed has his nostrils turned upside down.

It is very likely that it is a person above the true disciple level from the top holy land.

This level of character, usually Li Mo can not provoke, but now there is no way, this person bullies Li Linger, Li Mo can't ignore it!

"You want me to apologize? By you?"

Yu Yong curled his lips in disdain, "The uncle just saw a beautiful girl come forward to chat, what's more, no matter what the uncle does, it's the uncle's business, your kid yells at the uncle so much, why do you want to practice? "

As soon as Yu Yong finished speaking, the young people who followed him burst into laughter.

"Brother Yong, dealing with this kid, how can I bother you, we can easily finish torturing him, let him know clearly, even if the gap between the same level is huge, hahaha!"

"hateful!"

Li Mo's face was angry, "Bao!" A five-foot black epee appeared in his hand. At the same time, the imposing manner of the half-step Shenhai peak burst out violently, rushing straight to the opposite side. Yu Yong!

Yu Yong crossed his hands on his chest, looked at Li Mo with a relaxed expression, and shook his head, "Aiya, this momentum is not good, it's like tickling, can you give me more strength?"

"Yeah, boy, don't show your ugliness in front of Brother Meng with your strength, you're a little weak!

It seems that it is at most the level of the sect of the fourth-rank sect, hahaha..."

A few young warriors along the way roared and continued.

"Let's not say it's a fourth-rank sect sect son, even if it's a holy son of a fifth-rank holy land, Meng Ge teases their sisters, and they give them face, how dare they fart?!"

"Haha, well said!"

Yu Yong laughed recklessly.

Among the warriors who stopped to watch, there happened to be true disciples who came out of the Fifth Grade Holy Land to experience.

Originally, they were just watching the excitement. Who knew that Yu Yong and his followers were actually involved in the Holy Son of the Fifth-Rank Holy Land, and they despised all their disciples in the Fifth-Rank Holy Land. Now, those true disciples who came out of the Fifth-Rank Holy Land. His face turned cold, and he was about to step forward.

suddenly!

In the crowd, someone seemed to recognize Yu Yong's identity and exclaimed.

"I know him, isn't he Yu Yong? The latest seventh son of the Wild Man Sect!

At only twenty-five years old, his cultivation has reached the peak of the half-step Divine Sea Realm. His talent is amazing, and he is highly valued by the high-level officials of the Crazy Barbarian Sect. "

"Crazy Barbarian?"

When the others heard it, their bodies trembled instantly!

"Sixth-rank top Holy Land Madman Sect? It is said that this year's Destiny Chosen Battle, the first holy son of the Mad Barbarian Sect won the eighth place!"

"That's really great!"

"Yeah! This session of the Destiny's Chosen Battle seems to be the highest quality in the past several sessions. Several dark horses have emerged out of thin air and trampled the first saints of many top holy places under their feet!"

"It turned out to be the seventh holy son of the madman sect, no wonder he dares to be so arrogant!"

"..."

Everyone was talking and amazed.

The seventh holy son of the sixth-rank top holy land madman sect, Yu Yong?

Hearing this information, Li Mo's angry face froze for a moment, and the disciples of the fifth-rank Holy Land who wanted to come forward to discuss the explanation, just took a step and immediately retracted their feet.

joke.

They are true disciples of the fifth-rank holy land, but the other party is the holy son of the sixth-rank top holy land, how could they be opponents!

Even if you can beat it, do you dare to fight?

Not to mention them, even the elders of their holy land would be polite when they see Yu Yong.

When Yu Yong saw that someone recognized him, and saw many warriors around him looking at him with awe and conscience, a proud arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, Yu Yong glanced contemptuously at Li Mo on the opposite side, and sneered, "Boy, your level should be pretty good, but sir, why not let you have three hundred moves!"