The Strongest Skill System

0Several of Zhao Laoqi's brothers had died in a row. At this moment, even if they felt that this person was a middle Lesser Heaven stage expert, they would still feel angry and say, "It depends on your ability to take the goods."    

    

After saying that, Zhao Laoqi's aura suddenly surged. His aura seemed to have increased by ten centimeters as he charged towards that person.    

    

When he stepped on the stone floor, he actually stepped on a two centimeter deep footprint.    

    

Zhao Laoqi felt that even if God was in front of him, he would still be punched.    

    

Whoosh.    

    

Zhao Laoqi's fist tore through the air, causing a series of whistling sounds!    

    

He instantly appeared in front of that person.    

    

Bang!    

    

Suddenly, that person stretched out his hand to block in front of Zhao Laoqi, making Zhao Laoqi feel as if he hit a wall. Zhao Laoqi actually bounced back and spat out a mouthful of black blood on the ground. His entire face turned pale.    

    

A trace of cold arrogance flashed across that person's eyes. "Is there anyone else who would like to try out my, Wu Lun's, methods?"    

    

"Five-poison Sect, Tang Hu, is here to seek guidance."    

    

Tang Hu shouted loudly. As he waved his fist, the sound in the air was like the roar of a ferocious tiger!    

    

When Zhao Laoqi saw this, he could not help but exclaim: "How did your inner strength become so vigorous? Before you came here, you weren't like this? "    

    

Old Xie took out the wrapped snake meat from his pocket and said proudly, "It's all thanks to this snake meat. "Eldest Brother Tang drank a snake gall the size of a hen. Even you might not be his match."    

    

Hearing Old Xie's words, they didn't expect to encounter such a fortuitous encounter in the tomb. Other than a pale face, there was also a bit of shock on his face.    

    

"Hehe, if I rely on my strength, I really can't beat Tang Hu!"    

    

No matter how unwilling Zhao Laoqi was, he seemed to have accepted reality.    

    

As he spoke, Tang Hu had already exchanged ten moves with Wu Lun. It seemed that his strength had indeed improved a lot.    

    

After fifteen moves, Wu Lun shook his head and said, "I had thought that you would have so much ability. It's only so-so!"    

    

Suddenly, Wu Lun directly threw out a punch. No matter how Tang Hu blocked it, he still suffered some internal injuries!    

    

After falling to the ground, the lackeys that Wu Lun brought with him ran up one after another. Ye Mo felt that all of them were experts at the early stage of the playground. Their strength was not even close to Zhao Laoqi's.    

    

After a rough calculation, there were six of them.    

    

The "Yan" organization had really put in a lot of effort this time! All of them were experts.    

    

What on earth was in this tomb that was worth them fighting over?    

    

After those people came up, they quickly controlled everyone.    

    

In order to figure out their goal, Ye Mo didn't intervene for the time being.    

    

When Wu Lun came to the coffin and read through it, he could not help but glare at it. Even he, who was not smiling at all, started to exclaim in joy, "Heavenly Astral Sea-hiding Divine Art?"    

    

Immediately, he picked up a thin book made of sheepskin and quickly flipped through it. The joy on his face gradually froze. "This is actually …" An incomplete book? "    

    

He then started searching again. As he picked it up, he threw it away, "Trash, trash …"    

    

Wu Lun was furious. He lifted the corpse from the coffin and asked, "What happened? No matter what, you are still a great master, and you only have a single incomplete book? "    

    

After saying that, he threw the corpse away!    

    

The remnant in his hand was like a precious gem. After a while, he calmed himself down and said, "Hehe, that should be enough, right?"    

    

Seeing the old man laughing, a little brother immediately ran over to pick up the corpse and said: "Boss, give me this corpse, it's the bone of an expert, you say that the air around it is formed by his Qi, then this bone isn't simple, I'll take it back to make some soup, then I'll be able to serve you better in the future!"    

    

"Yan" was indeed a mysterious organization. One could even imagine the idea of drinking bone soup and raising their cultivation.    

    

"Mm …" "Don't worry, everyone will have a share of the bone soup!"    

    

"Thank you, boss!"    

    

The man quickly wrapped the corpse in a piece of cloth.    

    

After this person started, another person ran over to pick up the items that Wu Lun had thrown away. "Boss, I'll help you deal with this trash!"    

    

Wu Lun waved his hand and a few of his favorite people immediately came over to pick up the 'trash' on the ground.    

    

In Wu Lun's eyes, these things were trash. However, in their opinion, these things had been with this great expert for a long time. At the very least, they had been tainted with some inner strength aura, which would be of great help to him.    

    

Everyone held those things in their hands as if they were precious treasures.    

    

Seeing that someone had picked up the token, Ye Mo helplessly said, "Give that token to me. I'll let you leave safely."    

    

Wu Lun immediately looked over and a cold light flashed in his eyes.    

    

"Ye Mo!"    

    

Seeing this situation, Zhao Laoqi immediately said: "Don't harm us. If everyone stayed put and waited for them to take their things and leave, they might be able to keep their lives.    

    

"Kid, now that you don't know what's good for you, if you anger Wu Lun, no one can think better of you."    

    

Wu Lun looked at Ye Mo and suddenly laughed, "Who do you think you are? It is not even a fart in your father's eyes, how dare you spout nonsense here? "    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Ye Mo sighed, "Then I'll have to take it myself."    

    

He walked out slowly. Two of the experts who were controlling these people immediately came over to stop Ye Mo.    

    

However, he was easily sent flying by Ye Mo.    

    

With one step, he walked three meters forward. Suddenly, the experts who had picked up the items all shot their concealed weapons at Ye Mo.    

    

However, when those darts hit Ye Mo, they couldn't cause any damage!    

    

Zhao Laoqi couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this situation.    

    

"Great Perfection Stage of the Golden Bell Cover? "Iron cloth shirt?"    

    

Wu Lun was also slightly stunned. "Since external objects cannot harm you, then I will use my cultivation base to deal with you. Let's see how long you can last."    

    

As he spoke, Wu Lun kept the remnant Heavenly Astral Sea-hiding Divine Art and shook his body. His hands, which were originally of a normal length, suddenly grew larger at this moment.    

    

Furthermore, his palm suddenly became the size of a claypot. The crooked joints on his fingers seemed to have an unimaginable strength, as if he could crush a metal ball with a casual grasp of his palm.    

    

"Heavenly Long Arm Art?"    

    

Tang Hu and Zhao Laoqi were shocked.    

    

"Ye Mo, be careful!"    

    

Tang Hu reminded him, "This godly skill of his uses secret medicine to soak his hands in water, softening the bones, and after successfully practicing it, the power will be great. If you are caught accidentally, not to mention a human, even if you are a piece of steel, you will be pinched like a balloon by him."    

    

When a cultivator reached the Pre-Sky Realm, the explosive power displayed was not something that an ordinary person could understand.    

    

"Oh?"    

    

Ye Mo, on the other hand, disagreed: "Then I'd like to have a taste of his godly technique."    

    

Hearing Ye Mo's words, Tang Hu and the others had mixed feelings. Although they had seen Ye Mo's adventures, Wu Lun was still a middle Houtian realm expert.    

    

Sooner or later, he would die under his own arrogance.    

    

Just as Ye Mo finished speaking, a strong wind blew over.