Yu Mo stared at the other party with full vigilance, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

This is an old man with a gray beard and gray hair, neither long nor short, looking very energetic and fairy-like.

The most important point is that his eyes are very soft, as if it is a ball of light, giving people a warm feeling.

"Who are you?" Yu Mo asked again.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter who we are. I want to know who you are?" A majestic voice came from the darkness, and then an old man in a black robe walked out of the darkness.

This old man is very different from the other one. He is very sharp, especially his eyes, which are like a sharp sword blade, which makes people dare not look directly at.

His body was straight, like a sword unsheathed.

In short, once someone looks at him, he will never forget it.

Yu Mo felt awesome in his heart. He was the one who faced him. He was indeed powerful, but he was not afraid and said, "It is clear that you have been following me all the time, and you are so embarrassed to ask who I am! What are your intentions when you follow me deliberately?"

"What can we do to you? On the contrary, you are young and so cruel. If someone meets you, your life will be difficult to save." The old man said sternly.

Yu Mo sneered: "It's clear that you are following me, but you are still embarrassed to complain first."

Without a single word, Yu Mo no longer wants to argue with the other party.

"These two people are not simple." Suddenly, the voice of the Demon Saint sounded.

Yu Mo was surprised. He had never seen the Demon Saint take the initiative to evaluate others. These two people are quite good at origin and actually attracted the Demon Saint.

"Hmph, my random thoughts, in my eyes, they are just ants, how can they enter my eyes?" The Demon Saint seemed to have insight into Yu Mo's thoughts and immediately retorted angrily.

Yu Mo has become accustomed to the Demon Saint's tone, and I don't know if it is true or bragging.

"I'm afraid you underestimate the enemy, so I kindly remind you that I'm really kind to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs." The Demon Saint was indignant.

"Then what do you think they have?"

"Overall martial arts practitioners cultivate internal strength, the old man in black is the internal strength he has cultivated, and has reached the late stage of dark energy, while the old man in white has reached the early stage of inch energy, which is much higher than the old man in black." The Demon Saint introduced.

"Hidden power, Cunming power?" Yu Mo recalled the process of fighting with Zhang Meng. A force did burst out from his fist, but it was not strong. He subconsciously thought that it was Cunming power and said disapprovingly: "It doesn't seem to be strong either."

"Hahaha, I like your tone. What are the dark energy and the inch energy? Where can we compare with our cultivators?" said the Demon Saint.

He paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The dark energy is really nothing, but it still takes some effort to deal with it."

"Oh, why?" Yu Mo became confused.

"People who practice martial arts are called warriors. They practice internal strength. The states in the early stage are divided into Mingjin, darkjinjin, and cunjinjin. Each state is also divided into first, middle and late stages, but they cannot be completely compared with the body refining, foundation building and fasting of our cultivators. After all, there is a huge difference between the true essence of the cultivator and the internal strength of the martial arts practice, which is far more powerful than the internal strength." The Demon Saint continued to introduce, which made Yu Mo suddenly realize.

"For example, you are only in the middle stage of body refining, but although that old man in black is in the late stage of dark energy, it is not easy to defeat you."

Yu Mo's mind trembled. No wonder the old man in white poses to him so great that he was several levels higher than him.

You may not be able to deal with it yourself.

However, the old man in black, combined with the words of the Demon Saint, did have the power to fight, but after all, he was four levels apart, but he had the power to fight. This has to indirectly reflect that the fact that the practitioner is stronger than the warrior is indeed not a false statement.

Seeing Yu Mo being quick-talk and suddenly being dazed, the two of them looked at each other with a strange look.

The old man in black finally couldn't stand it anymore. He had already made up his mind to test Yu Mo's reality and reality. How could he give up in a simple fight?

Yu Mo didn't say anything, so he just took action first.

"Boy, if you don't say anything, then you'll hit me first." The old man in black stepped forward and attacked Yu Mo.

Yu Mo immediately withdrew his mind, flipped his palm and shouted, bringing a strong wind to the other party.

It seemed that he had realized that Yu Mo's palm was powerful, and the old man in black deliberately did not fight him hard. He put his five fingers together and went straight to Yu Mo's wrist, which was extremely sharp.

Huh?

A light flashed in Yu Mo's eyes, and he didn't compete with him for palm power. Do you think it's so easy to get away with it?

The Flying Cloud Palm changed again, and the breath around the palm changed a lot, firmly locking the hand of the old man in black.

The old man in black felt a stern and found that he was locked. The breath around him firmly wrapped around him, like a big net that was intertwined, and he could not break free.

"How strange!"

He was shocked and changed his move again, trying to break through the confinement.

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However, it was too late. The Flying Cloud Palm hit his five fingers with a bang, and his internal force was completely blocked by the robbery.

The surging palm pushed the old man in black backwards into the darkness.

How could Yu Mo miss such a great opportunity? He took advantage of the victory to pursue him and jumped, almost breaking into the darkness with the other party.

Buzz!

A crisp chirping sounded like the singing of a yellow oriole on a tree, and then a ray of light bloomed in the darkness.

Yu Mo became alert and subconsciously retreated backwards. He felt a cold air passing by his face, and sweat emerged from his pores.

He retreated to the moonlight and stared at the darkness.

The old man in black walked out again, with a sword in his hand. The sword light was like autumn water, reflecting the light of the moonlight and sparkling.

"I actually used a sword." Yu Mo sneered. The two of them competed with bare hands, but the old man in black was forced to use a sword. This was a verdict.

The old man in black also knew this very well, with anger on his face, but he also felt a little disappointed, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Not to mention bullying the small by using the big one, just being forced to draw the sword, this is already inferior.

"Will I be afraid of you when I use the sword? Then let's fight again!" Yu Mo raised his hand, pointed his toes slightly on the ground, ready to go.

"Forget it, stop beating." The old man in white suddenly spoke and stopped him.

The old man in black felt mixed feelings. This was really evil. He was forced to draw his sword. If this was spread, wouldn't it make others laugh?

Yu Mo looked at the old man in white suspiciously, wondering what he meant to stop him. Do you want to go with it too?

Immediately, Yu Mo's body became tighter.

Swish!
Chapter completed!