Zhang Zhihui didn't answer, and he didn't need to answer, because more than a dozen people had already come up to surround him and Ye Mo.

Ye Mo coldly swept the twelve people who came up and did not speak. He already had a general understanding that these twelve people were a prefecture-level early stage master, and four Xuan-level and seven of them were all yellow-level cultivators.

"Brother Zhang, I also know the intention of my predecessors in the Broken Fist Hall, I just want to ask Brother Zhang to take 'Liu Qingluo' and hand over this junior surnamed Mo to us in the Broken Fist Hall, and I Zheng Chengfa will have something to repay." It was the prefecture-level master who spoke at the head, and he thought that Ye Mo had been restrained by Zhang Zhihui.

Zhang Zhihui didn't even look at this prefecture-level martial artist, but said to Ye Mo very respectfully: "Senior, this is the person from the Broken Fist Hall, because the Zheng Cheng killed by the predecessor last time is the brother of the master of the Broken Fist Hall, so almost all of them are here this time, and the leader is Zheng Chengfa, the hall master of the Broken Fist Hall." ”

"Zhang Zhihui, what are you doing?" This prefecture-level martial artist was furious when he heard Zhang Zhihui's words. Although there are many others, compared to the prefecture-level masters, the number of people does not have much effect at all.

Ye Mo glanced at Zheng Chengfa and said lightly: "The Broken Fist Hall will no longer exist from today onwards, and I have already removed it." ”

"How daring, Zhang Zhihui, do you think you alone can compete with my Broken Fist Hall? As long as we kill you today, your Zhang family will be bloodbathed in my Broken Fist Hall. Although Zheng Chengfa is afraid of Zhang Zhihui, if he stops his brother and enemy, he will never tolerate it. In his opinion, Ye Mo is so bold because of Zhang Zhihui's support.

"Noise." Ye Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense, the flying sword had already turned into a purple mang and flew out. It was like a meteor smashing directly into Zheng Chengfa's eyebrows.

With a "clanging", Zheng Chengfa actually blocked Ye Mo's flying sword in an instant, but the knife in his hand was already half broken. Before he could see what kind of secret weapon it was, Ye Mo's flying sword turned around and passed through the back of his neck like a meteor again.

"Flying Sword ......" Zheng Chengfa just spit out these two words, and fell to the ground and died. The deep horror in his eyes still did not dissipate. The flying sword that emitted a light purple light was still suspended in the air, as if it could pierce a bright light at any time, which was terrifying.

The remaining eleven stood still, unable to move. What is this, Flying Sword? It turned out to be a legendary flying sword, and no one believed it. But their most powerful master had already been killed. Even if he only blocked one of the swords, he still sacrificed the sword in his hand to block the sword.

And these people, not only are their cultivation far below the ground level, but they also don't have a treasure sword in their hands, don't say that this kind of flying sword is blocking a sword, maybe they don't even see it, the flying sword has already killed them.

Zhang Zhihui was even more drenched in cold sweat, if he hadn't seen the opportunity early just now, he would have been a cold corpse at this time. Even if he blocked it, he wouldn't be able to block the three swords at most. The speed of this flying sword was like a meteor. No prefecture-level master can block ten of them, unless it is an innate master.

"Ah......" One of the Xuan-level peak masters was the first to react, he looked at the flying sword suspended in the air, screamed, could no longer control the fear in his heart, and turned around and ran.

"Hmph......" Ye Mo snorted coldly, since he had killed him, he didn't have any idea of leaving the Broken Fist Hall. Broken Fist Hall and Zhang Zhihui are different. It is a hidden door, cutting grass without roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Besides, he killed the younger brother of the hall master of the Broken Fist Hall, and there is no way to solve this feud at all. The only way is to wipe out the Broken Fist Hall directly.

And Zhang Zhihui not only has huge family resources and scruples, but he and Ye Mo do not have any deep hatred. Therefore, Ye Mo left him alive, which was far more useful than killing him.

Since he was killed, of course Ye Mo would not let a few people escape, under the control of his divine sense, the flying sword was already like a distorted purple light, quickly passing through the eyebrows of the people of the Broken Fist Hall. Brought up a puddle of blood. ..., in the blink of an eye, only two of the twelve people were killed by Ye Mo, but Ye Mo controlled the flying sword, hovering in the air, and no longer moved.

The remaining two were stunned by Ye Mo's killing just now, and they knelt down after a while, unable to say a word, only kowtowing constantly.

Look at the corpses and blood splattered all over the ground. Zhang Zhihui secretly chilled behind his back, what is killing, this is called real killing. At this time, he would not doubt at all that Ye Mo could kill him casually, this person did not fluctuate at all, and he knew it at a glance. That's what he does all the time.

The Broken Fist Hall can be regarded as a medium-sized hidden sect, but the ninety percent of the elites in the sect are finished. If you say it. Absolutely no one believes it. This senior is far from being as good as he imagined, he didn't kill himself, maybe it's because of something else, thinking of this, Zhang Zhihui is not just cold, he can even feel his calves trembling a little.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhihui felt a cold chill coming from him again, he subconsciously looked at Ye Mo, and found that Ye Mo was staring at him and sneering.

"Senior ......" Zhang Zhihui felt a tingling of his scalp.

Ye Mo didn't speak, but after staring at him, he didn't look at him anymore, but closed his eyes.

What does this senior mean, Zhang Zhihui felt more and more frightened. Do you want to kill yourself? Since you want to exterminate the mouth, there are still two people who will not kill?

Zhang Zhihui asked, but Ye Mo didn't hear it at all, and looked up at his flying sword again, his eyes were a little indifferent.

Zhang Zhihui thought for a long time and couldn't understand what Ye Mo meant, but now that he saw Ye Mo staring at his flying sword, and then looked at the two people from the Broken Fist Hall on the ground who had not been killed, he suddenly understood that this was to make him vote. If he didn't show his heart now, maybe this senior's flying sword would soon pierce through his eyebrows.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhihui dared to hesitate, picked up the long sword with the tip of the broken sword, walked quickly to the two people from the Broken Fist Hall, and raised his hand to see the two swords.

The two people who were kneeling on the ground from the Broken Fist Hall couldn't figure out that Weishenme, the flying sword senior, would not kill them, and Zhang Zhihui, who was watching the excitement on the side, would come to kill them.

"You're good." Ye Mo glanced at Zhang Zhihui and withdrew the flying sword.

Zhang Zhihui wiped his sweat secretly, and said in his heart that he almost didn't understand what your old man meant, aren't you a pit person, since you want me to kill someone, just say it directly, it's mysterious.

Zhang Zhihui, who breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly said: "Senior, these people in the Broken Fist Hall have done a lot of evil, and they dare to offend you, senior, and they deserve to be killed." I'll wait until the juniors have disposed of these corpses. ”

After speaking, Zhang Zhihui was going to dispose of the killed corpses, after all, he killed more than a dozen people at once in Wuliang Mountain, even if it was a battle in the hidden gate, he still had to dispose of it secretly.

Ye Mo smiled slightly and said, "No need." ”

After finishing speaking, more than a dozen fireballs were sent out casually, and now he practiced the peak of the third layer of qi, and he could barely send out fourteen or fifteen fireballs in one go.

The dozen or so corpses in the ground were completely burned into ashes by Ye Mo's fireball, and even that piece of ground became cracked.

Zhang Zhihui was stunned for a moment, if the flying sword gave him a great shock, then this fireball was simply a means of immortals. He stared at the dozen or so corpses that had turned to ashes, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Zhang Zhihui." Ye Mo Liwei's effect has been achieved, so there is no need to be polite.

"Yes, Senpai." Zhang Zhihui reacted immediately, and his eyes looking at Ye Mo were already full of awe and horror.

Of course, Ye Mo knew that after the big stick was beaten, he would use a radish to make the old man completely obedient to him. Now seeing that Zhang Zhihui was very respectful and in awe, he nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "You know the address of the Broken Fist Hall, right?" A lot of words "...," yes, I've been to the Broken Fist Hall once, but I know it. Zhang Zhihui didn't dare to hide it at all.

"Okay, in that case, you go and completely destroy the Broken Fist Hall, there won't be any problems, right? A lot of words" Ye Mo looked at Zhang Zhihui after speaking, and invisibly gave him a kind of pressure. He didn't worry that this old man would not agree, just now he deliberately left two people for this old man to kill, and this old man can only listen to his words now to destroy the Broken Fist Hall.

Where did Zhang Zhihui dare to say half a word, don't say that he also killed the people of the Broken Fist Hall, even if he didn't kill the people of the Broken Fist Hall, Ye Mo's words, he didn't dare to refute it.

"Okay, in that case, after you destroy the Broken Fist Hall, go back to Zhang's house and wait for me. It's not a short time for you to stay at the prefecture level, as long as what you do satisfies me, I don't mind letting you go further. Ye Mo knew that he should give sweet dates.

Zhang Zhihui was shocked, he couldn't break through the middle of the ground level after decades of hard work, if he could break through the ground level, he wouldn't come to grab Ye Mo's 'Liu Qingluo'. It was because the temptation of this breakthrough was too big for him, so he put down his old face to grab Ye Mo's 'Liu Qingluo'. Now Ye Mo said that it could help him break through the middle of the ground level, which was no less than an atomic bomb for him.

And Ye Mo's words, he didn't have the slightest doubt, Ye Mo was a congenital master, how could he care about a bottleneck in the middle of the prefecture level. Moreover, if he can't break through the ground level, his lifespan will soon be reached, you must know that Gu Wu cultivators, even if they cultivate to the peak of the ground level, they will not be able to increase their lifespan. It's a big deal to be physically stronger and live a few more years.

Only by cultivating to the legendary innate can you immediately increase the lifespan of a Jiazi. But if you can't even advance to the late stage of the prefecture level, how can you be promoted to innate?

Ye Mo can guarantee that he will be promoted to the late stage of the prefecture level, and he will be willing to go bankrupt even if he is bankrupt. It took him a long time to wake up from the huge pie, knowing that this was for him to show sincerity, and hurriedly said respectfully: "Senior, please rest assured, I will definitely not let one of the people from the Broken Fist Hall get away." ”

(At the end of the day, the monthly pass is still in single digits, and the guaranteed one will give a guaranteed monthly pass!) ）

(To be continued)

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