Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

Hearing An Keyue's analysis, Chen Mo laughed out loud.

It was already evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Chen Mo's face through the gap between the two pine trees, coating Chen Mo with a layer of golden brilliance.

Chen Mo's expression is a bit solemn, like a true god!

"In my opinion, your self-righteous theories are simply nonsense! Let's not say that the relationship between me and Yan'er is not what you think, even if I really pursue Yan'er?"

"The so-called strong identity background in your mouth is worthless to me. Your so-called obstacles are just a problem that can be solved with one sword!"

"You only see the so-called wealth rights and status in your eyes. How do you know that the things you value most are actually like **** to me!"

"Your vision is destined that you can only float up and down in this mundane world in your life, and I have already looked at the stars of the universe! Do you think that the values ​​of a person and a **** will be the same?"

"Sorry, you and I are from two worlds, please don't use your ant-like eyes to measure me!"

Chen Mo's voice was cold and unforgiving, as if it had been heard from the Nine Heavens, with an arrogant attitude, it severely impacted An Keyue's soul.

"Your vision is destined that you can only float up and down in this mundane world in this life, and I have already looked at the stars of the universe!"

"Do you think that a person has the same values ​​as a god?"

"You and I are people in two worlds, please don't use your ant-like eyes to measure me!"

Chen Mo's anger kept echoing in An Keyue's ears, and every word of words punished the heart, and An Keyue's dignity was lost.

She is just an ordinary girl in the world of the world, and she still has a bit of love for vanity. Her outlook on life, values, and world outlook has long been doomed, and her life is confined to a city or even a country.

But Chen Mo is a great monk who has traveled through the starry sky of the universe and dared to fight against the tens of thousands of people in the starry sky after six hundred years of years. Sword slashes the sun and the moon, fists out the stars. Immortal for thousands of years, forever!

The two are not people in the same world at all. Therefore, everything An Keyue fancyed, in the eyes of the immortal cultivator, Chen Mo, abandoned like a shoe.

Looking at Chen Mo's gone back, An Keyue clenched her fists, her teeth biting her lip, her face full of unwillingness.

"Chen Mo, I don't know what your unknown cards are, but if you don't listen to my advice, you will regret it one day! At best, you are the son of a group of hundreds of millions of companies, and you will never know Yan'er. What a terrible background!"

Chen Mo returned to the courtyard of the village in the city. Yan Qingcheng was standing silently in the courtyard, with long black hair and peerless white clothes.

Seeing Chen Mo's return, Yan Qingcheng bowed slightly and saluted: "Young Master!"

The longer he has been in contact with Chen Mo, the more respectful Yan Qingcheng has towards Chen Mo. Following Chen Mo these days, Yan Qingcheng's character has changed drastically, or that Yan Qingcheng has recovered his truest self.

She is a girl who is unwilling to be ordinary, and also a strange woman who is unwilling to be bound by fate. In order to fight against fate, she can give up her dignity and even sacrifice everything to go to Chen Mo.

Her beauty is intoxicating, but also stubborn and distressing.

But if you want to change your fate, how easy is it to say? What needs to be paid is far from enough! If everyone can easily change their destiny, wouldn't everyone be able to guard against the sky?

Chen Mo nodded and said lightly: "Don't be polite."

Then walked into his room.

Chen Mo didn't care about the things in the school at all. As soon as he entered the room, he completely abandoned it, and nothing could disturb his mind at all.

Chen Mo sifted through the techniques of cultivating immortals, looking for a method suitable for Yan Qingcheng's cultivation, and then combined the martial arts of the earth martial arts world to improve a set of "Tianfeng Sword Art".

The power of this set of sword tactics is not inferior to Chen Songzi's Three Profound Fists, but Yan Qingcheng still needs a sword if he wants to practice.

In Chen Mo's vision, Chen Mo couldn't appreciate the mundane swords. Since he wants to give it, he must give the best.

Chen Mo took out the half of the human fairy leg bone from the storage ring, and prepared to make the human fairy leg bone into a short sword and give it to Yan Qingcheng.

The bones of immortals, who have experienced the baptism of the heavens, and have been nurtured by the spiritual power of the body, are comparable to the hardest fine iron in the world. They are used to make a sword and are definitely a weapon of the gods.

But before that, Chen Mo had to absorb the spiritual power contained in the bones of immortals, otherwise Chen Mo's current strength would not be able to refine it at all.

Chen Mo continued to use the human fairy bones and those jade stones to conceive the Heaven Slashing Sword, until the spiritual power of the human fairy bones was exhausted, it was time to refine the short sword for Yan Qingcheng.

On the second day of the end of the school celebration, the students of Wuzhou No. 1 High School blasted the pot.

Many classes are discussing a topic, that is, Murong Yan'er was soaked away by Chen Mo's trash.

Lin Tao had been expelled from the third and sixth class of senior high school where Chen Mo was in. The Lin family was also uprooted by Chu Wenxiong and left Wuzhou in grief.

However, Zheng Yuanhao is still there and still has a large number of followers.

"Brother Hao, I really didn't expect that Murong's schoolgirl was fooled by Chen Mo's trash? What a pity!" A little brother said with regret.

Zheng Yuanhao is foresight, he has been pursuing An Keyue, and he naturally understands the high-sightedness of An Keyue’s best friend Murong Yan'er, but in the situation yesterday, even he couldn’t tell whether Murong Yan'er had moved Chen Mo. situation.

Zheng Yuanhao glanced at the thoughtful An Ke Yue in the front seat, and whispered: "Don't talk about Murong Yan'er behind your back in the future, Ke Yue will be unhappy."

The little brother smiled, nodded and said: "Okay, I understand."

In the third and fifth class of senior high school, Hua Yufeng sat in a depressed position, looking out the window in a daze.

"Little flower, a man who is so proud of Murong's school flower, why did he fall in love with that trash Chen Mo? Is she blind?" A little brother fights for Hua Yufeng.

Another kid next to him also said angrily: "I think only a young flower can be worthy of Murong's school flower. Yesterday, Huashao and Murong's school flower played the piano and danced well. Why did this Murong school flower suddenly fall into Chen Mo's embrace? ?"

Hearing these words, Hua Yufeng's face became even more ugly.

A kid next to him suddenly kicked the kid who didn't talk long-eyed under the table. Isn't it a pot that doesn't open and which one to lift?

"Shao Hua, don't be sad. I believe that Murong's school flower is just a moment of confusion. She was deceived by Chen Mo's rhetoric. It won't be long before she will understand that only Hua Shao is the one she can rely on!"

In the second grade of high school, a tall, fair-skinned girl smiled sarcastically: "I can't imagine that Murong Yan'er fell in love with a trash and was still throwing a hug at the school celebration. It really laughed me to death."

This girl is named Xu Yingying, a candidate for a high school in Wuzhou. She has always liked Hua Yufeng, but Hua Yufeng is infatuated with Murong Yan'er.

So Xu Yingying hated Murong Yan'er, and when she saw Murong Yan'er thrown into Chen Mo's arms this time, she began to inquire about Chen Mo's details.

When she learned that Chen Mo was the last one in the Wuzhou No. 1 High School Exam for three consecutive years, Xu Yingying suddenly felt that Murong Yan'er's vision was nothing but that.