Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Three – Orange-Haired Yao (2/2)

“You can copy other people’s yao arts?” Zuo Mo asked curiously.

“Am I not strong?” The orange-haired yao laughed loudly. “Don’t be jealous!”

Zuo Mo couldn’t resist grinning.

At the side, the black smoke male continuously wiped his sweat. Did this guy not know who he was talking to?

“Can your hard lightning be more powerful?” the orange-haired yao asked probingly.

“Yes.” Zuo Mo nodded. Seeing the eyes of the orange-haired yao light up, he said with a smile, “But I don’t know how.” What Zuo Mo said was true. There were many transformations of [Little Thousand Leaf Hands], and every yao art had their unique aspects. However, if he really wanted to express the full powerful of the [Little Thousand Leaf Hands], it required cultivating [Great Thousand Leaf Hands] to a certain stage.

Zuo Mo had used [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] all this time, but his time on [Great Thousand Leaf Hands] was much less.

The orange-haired yao had an understanding expression as he made a sound of acknowledgement. He suddenly thought of something. “Hm, you are Xiao Mo Ge?”

“En, yes.”

“Whoa, a famous yao!” The orange-haired yao was startled. He suddenly examined Zuo Mo from topto bottom deeply. “Brother, your bounty is very high. It’s at least five hundred thousand to kill you once. Over ten times and it is above six million. How about we work together and split the money?”

Zuo Mo smiled unconcernedly.

“Nevermind if you are not willing.” The orange-haired yao felt slight regret but then he patted his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ve gotten attacked by you so now we are brothers. My maxim is that to be brothers, one has to be loyal.”

The black smoke yao’s face was filled with helplessness as though he was going to cover his face and sigh.

“Then thank you very much,” Zuo Mo said with a smile.

“Haha, I’m very loyal!” The orange-haired yao had a proud expression.

Zuo Mo felt this person was very interesting. His thumb went up. “Loyal yao!”

“Haha! This name is good!” The orange-haired yao was full of bravado. “In the future, call me Loyal Yao.”

Zuo Mo suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked behind the orange-haired yao. A figure was quickly coming towards them.

“Xiao Mo Ge, it took me great trouble to find you!” Qinghua Zang Shui’s dark and poisonous voice was like the hissing of a venomous snake in the darkness.

“Brother, to be a yao, you have to loyal. As a male yao, you cannot bend your spine to the influence of money!” The orange-haired yao stopped Qinghua Zang Shui with his body and sincerely addressed him, “Brother, if you lack money, I can lend to you, but don’t be a disloyal yao.”

The expression of the black smoke yao changed slightly. It was possible to see at a glance from Qinghua Zang Shui’s presence that he was not an ordinary yao.

Qinghua Zang Shui’s expression became even darker. He squeezed out between his teeth, “Leave!”

“Hey! Your temper is really bad! It’s not good to be like this. To be a yao, you have to have a breadth of chest, of course, even more importantly, you have to be loyal … …”

Qinghua Zang Shu was infuriated. “Where did this idiot come from? Leave! If you keep chatting, I’ll destroy you!”

“Fight? Come come come! Ha, I like this the most!” The orange-haired yao’s eyes lit up in eagerness.

Qinghua Zang Shui could not suppress it any longer. He raised his hand and a blue light flew out. The blue light danced in the air and quickly formed the shape of a flower.

“Blue Flower Family!” The black smoke yao’s expression changed greatly.

The blue flower in the air suddenly lit up and flew towards the orange-haired yao. The speed of the blue flower was slow and idle.

“Ha! Taste my fire hard lightning!” The orange-haired yao excitedly threw out a fire red hard lightning.

The fire hard lightning directly struck the floating blue flower but an unexpected scene occurred. The fire hard lightning directly passed through the blue flower and flew into the distance. The blue flower was not damaged at all and still flew lightly towards the orange-haired yao.

“Hm.” The orange-haired yao did not believe his bad luck and sent out a few more yao arts. Without exception, they all seemed to pass through the air, and did not stop the blue flower at all.

“Go die!” the completely rampaging Qinghua Zang Shui bellowed.

Zuo Mo’s brow furrowed. He smelled danger from the slowly moving blue flower.Yang Fiend Hard Lightning, Bone-crushing Obscuring Wind, Void Pass, the three yao arts were sent in succession.

The three yao arts passed through the blue flower without any resistance.

“Haha!” Qinghua Zang Shui laughed proudly at this time. “It’s useless! All of you, die!”

Dozens of blue flowers rose up beside him and howled as they flew towards Zuo Mo and the black smoke yao. These blue flowers were light and seemed very slow.

The blue flower landed on the body of the orange-haired yao. Pia, a clear blue flower pattern was imprinted on the body of the orange-haired yao.

“Blue Flower Soul Bite! All of you, wait for your death … …”

Qinghua Zang Shui’s wild laugh suddenly stopped. He looked in disbelief at the orange-haired yao. “You you you … …”

The orange-haired yao looked curiously at the blinking blue flower on his body. He raised his head, and his eyes seemed to be ignited. His body suddenly shifted and like a gust of wind, it intercepted the blue flowers.

Pia pia pia!

His body became covered with flashing blue flowers, and looked extremely strange. Qinghua Zang Shui gaped at the orange-haired yao covered in blue flower imprints as though he was struck by lightning.

The orange-haired yao looked his head to look and tsked in praise. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Qinghua Zang Shui. He pointed at the empty places on his body and asked desirously, “Brother, add two more here.”

“Aaaaah… …”

Qinghua Zang Shui’s expression wavered. He suddenly shrieked. His figure became blurred and after struggling for a moment, he disappeared with a clap.

“Miser.” The orange-haired yao twisted his mouth. “It’s fine if you don’t want to give it, don’t run!”

He rubbed his chin and said with a serious face, “This kind of yao, one cannot be brothers with.” He turned his face and looked towards Zuo Mo. “Right, Brother?”

Zuo Mo looked dumbly at the orange-haired yao’s body covered in blue flowers and was speechless.

Translator Ramblings: Zuo Mo’s fight ended prematurely … … due to a weird yao. Poor Qinhua Zang Shui.