Mo Tears, Lin Xiaomu, He Sen and Qi Fan came to a small forest together, this small forest, located in the east of Willow Leaf City, the trees in the forest are not luxuriant, and there is a clearing in the center, which is often sparsely populated and basically unoccupied, so even if they make a big disturbance here, I am afraid that no one will know that compared to the public in the court, they are conducting a cultivation competition, I don't know how much it is appropriate.

Mo Tear didn't want anyone to mistakenly think that he was a god, but it was obvious that there were already many people in the city lord's mansion who silently worshipped him and the girl in white as gods, and they couldn't wait to put him in a shrine and worship him.

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, not to mention, Mo Tear and others have offended everyone in the Heavenly Clan, if this is once famous, wouldn't it be like a pig to be slaughtered.

Therefore, they came to this grove, one wanted to learn the master's tricks that were all over the place, and the other wanted to teach the dog skin plaster a few tricks at will, and send this precious playboy away at will.

Just do it, the first thing to start with is Mo Tear's long-awaited trick with the master, how much he wants to see how comfortable the cowhide blows to the sky on weekdays, and teach him a better lesson, for no other reason, just want to slap him in the face.

Mo Tear didn't have the slightest reservation, and used all his strength to attack He Sen, but he was surprised to find that since the appearance of the third hell, the skillful transition between ice and fire has become more and more difficult, and as for the thunder that he finally comprehended, it was even more ineffective.

In the face of such ink tears, He Sen seemed a little nervous, after all, he hadn't made a move for so many years, although he had cultivated and had experience, his reaction and ruthlessness were far less than before, and he couldn't resist it if he was too close to do it after a few moves.

He Sen was forced to defend, and he already had a comprehensive understanding and evaluation of this little monster-like apprentice in his heart, in his real battle, the scholar's heart was unfathomable, and the old Taoist's extreme intention was indeed murderous, and secondly, it was the mess of ink tears, which made him completely confused, and there seemed to be a rhythm of beating the master to death with a stunned head.

He Sen saw a huge pit left on the ground after the ink tears punched the air, and his heart instantly chilled, this damn guy, shouldn't he really want to kill the old man?

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. In Mo Tear's opinion, it is really powerful, and before he made a move, he had already broken all his tricks. In the eyes of Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui, the silly boy Mo Tear is too ruthless, and he doesn't leave any face for the other party, he really wants to insert a very comfortable rhythm, and Qi Fan, who is a layman who can't be a layman, squeezes his eyebrows next to him, and claps his hands from time to time.

It seems that he heard Qi Fan's support, and the speed of Mo Tear's move was faster, and it was even more decisive, He Sen looked at it, this is still enough, if he doesn't move seriously, I'm afraid that he will really be beaten to death here by this stupid apprentice today.

He Sen slowly tried to exercise, and the whole person instantly changed his momentum, and his body became extremely strong at the speed that was visible to the naked eye, and his whole body was churning and surging.

Seeing this, Mo Tear was not afraid at all. Directly swung his fist up, but Unexpectedly, He Sen's eyes were shocked, and he looked at him angrily, and Mo Tear instantly felt depressed, and the surroundings instantly became lifeless, and even the air seemed to imprison his body.

He Sen performed his exercises, and his mania was silent. There was a dead silence all around in an instant, the black fog spread, and it was as oppressive as an abyss, and He Sen's figure was everywhere, and his voice was filled all around.

Mo Tear fell into the exercises performed by He Sen, and the result can be imagined, he was beaten violently by He Sen, and Mo Tear was forced to beg for mercy, and he escaped.

At the end of the competition, Mo covered his aching chest with tears, looked at the master not far away, and instantly gave birth to a little heartfelt admiration.

He Sen stood up straight, slowly raised his trembling hands, stared at the burned palms in surprise, revealing a look of horror, and admired in his heart, "This stinky boy, it's really not simple. ”

On the surface, Mo Tear was beaten by He Sen without the power to resist, and only He Sen knew that every punch on Mo Tear always had an inexplicable burning sensation and numbness, and what was even more terrifying was that every heavy punch that fell on Mo Tear was weakened a lot, and the reason for this was that He Sen could only attribute it to the mysterious flames attached to his body and the dark white arm like iron, as well as the fleeting purple light.

Seeing Mo Tear's unconvinced look, He Sen walked over slowly, not forgetting to joke, "You kid really don't have to be beaten, the so-called real master, you must first go through a heart-wrenching beating, and honing a strong body is the king." Otherwise, no matter how powerful you are, you are just a small grass that will fall down at the touch of a button, and you can't withstand any wind and waves?"

The convincing ink tears must have nodded and expressed their extreme agreement.

He Sen felt an unprecedented void in his heart, the physical level of your little monster is probably many times stronger than himself. As for the reason, he naturally didn't know, Mo Tear spent a real hundred and twenty years in that strange dream, in those one hundred and twenty years, he was bombarded by thunder every day, and he had already honed a strong physique, as well as an iron will, which is incomparable to ordinary people, and it is precisely because of that twenty years of experience that he was able to conquer the third hell - Lonely Hell without much effort.

The prerequisite for surviving the hell of solitude is a strong will, extraordinary determination, and the ability to endure loneliness. The second is to have a strong physique. Although he had a great body of saints, it was too powerful for him to control, and he could not fully merge with him, so it was not his true physical strength.

After one hundred and twenty years of forging, Ink Tears has already met the prerequisites for surviving the Lonely Hell, therefore, he will not be forcibly pulled into the Hell, eternal reincarnation, if he is pulled into the Lonely Hell, he will be endless, reincarnated forever in the boundless emptiness, until he dies.

And almost at the same time, everyone didn't notice that on the treetops not far away, there were four people standing, two men and two women, looking at them extremely calmly, and their disdainful expressions said everything, Mo Tear and the others were just a group of clowns jumping off the beam and ignorant ants in their eyes.

A fat woman with round cheeks stood lightly on the treetops on one toe, looking from a distance, like a golden rooster standing alone, but the chicken was a little fatter.

And this chubby, girl wearing a wide-sleeved light veil, this is one of the Four Saints, the White Lotus Holy King.

The White Lotus Holy King looked down at them with a smile, and said casually, "I didn't expect that in this city, the cultivation atmosphere is quite good, but looking at their old, weak, sick and disabled appearance, it must be difficult to become a climate, and if they live for one hundred and eighty years, they should be buried in the ground, it is indeed very boring." ”

The Red Lotus Saint King on the side had a naturally red skin, so it was difficult to see his joy and anger, and he always had a different opinion at the moment, "The power we felt just now has suddenly disappeared, and we happen to see this group of people again, could it be that it came from them?"

Bai Lian smiled and said, "In that case, I'll take a good look." ”

The Red Lotus Saint King shook his head helplessly and said with emotion, "I'm afraid the has committed it again." ”

At this moment, Mo Tear was strangely cold at Qi Fan, and said in a deep voice, "Qi Fan, do you hear it? ”

Qi Fan looked surprised and confused, but his intuition told him that it was very bad at the moment, and he shook his head vigorously, expressing his puzzlement.

Mo Tear still smiled evilly, and said happily in person, "I still don't understand, didn't my master say it? If you want to practice, you must be beaten first." ”

Qi Fan was stunned instantly, from birth to now, he has been a pampered master, and he has to go west for several days even if he bumps into it, let alone take the initiative to be beaten.

Mo Tear deliberately walked around him twice, twisted his arm, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a look of disgust, "With your body, you will fall down as soon as you push, how can you practice swords?" It is estimated that it will be indispensable to be beaten and practice in the future!"

He Sen, who was on the side, laughed loudly. Looking at this stupid apprentice who looks like this at this moment, deceiving this even more stupid stupid boy, I think it is very interesting, and I don't tell them that they completely misunderstand the meaning of what he said.

Qi Fan shook instantly, instinctively touching the buttocks that had not healed, the most serious injury he suffered in his life was the violent beating of the city lord to him, and when he heard that he was going to be beaten again, where was he still interested in practicing swords at that time, and his heart was half cold in an instant.

Qi Fan whispered, "Can you not be beaten?" It can also strengthen your physique, I have money in my family, and some are elixirs, I heard that taking elixirs can also strengthen the body." ”

Mo Tear, who was bent on making him give up halfway, flickered again, "Where did you hear this nonsense? How can you take medicine? You have to be beaten, how can you experience the joy of cultivation if you have to be beaten and learn a lesson that hurts inadvertently?"

Qi Fan felt that there was some truth, and asked in a low voice again, "How to fight?"

Mo Tear said gloomily, "Don't worry, I will pay special attention to proportion, to ensure that you will only hover on the edge of life and death, if there is a case, then you can only consider yourself unlucky, after all, this is the only way to practice." ”

Qi Fan listened to the other party's dull voice, his face turned pale in an instant, and his heart immediately retreated, but unexpectedly, a chubby girl suddenly appeared, walked towards them slowly, and said leisurely, "This handsome little brother, don't be deceived by his nonsense." ”

Qi Fan turned his head to look, his first reaction was startled, he has known countless people in his life, but he has never seen such an ugly woman, he has always judged people by his appearance, and for a moment, a feeling of disgust arose in his heart.

Mo Tear, He Sen, Lin Xiaomu and Da Xi Yaoshui were all very surprised, extremely vigilant against Cheng Biting Jin, who came out halfway, the other party was wide and fat, but his gait was light, and at such a close distance, he didn't even notice the other party, they immediately made a judgment, not to mention how different her dress and temperament were, just the weight of the pig into the sheepfold was quite eye-catching.

The fat girl with wide sleeves and light gauze ignored them directly, walked straight to Qi Fan, looked at each other with extremely ambiguous eyes, and said with a smile, "This little brother, if you want to practice, I can teach you!"

The fat girl said as she went directly to hug the other party's arm, Qi Fan's eyes were quick at the moment, and she quickly retreated, her expression was extremely strange, and she was a little embarrassed in disgust.

Who said that countless women have embraced him over the years, most of the reason is because of his family affairs, and there is another indispensable reason, that is, his appearance, he is really handsome, whiter than ink tears, more symbolic, so he is deeply loved by the girls.

But because of this, he has played with countless women since he was a child, all kinds of them, without exception, each with its own advantages, or small and exquisite, sweet and beautiful. is either graceful and amorous, or born Lori, with a sweet voice. But as for this kind of woman who is two hundred pounds wide and fat, and has a voice of 20,000 miles, he has never dabbled in it.

On weekdays, when he often meets such a woman, he will retreat. What's more, in his world, a woman like this can't exist at all. Yichun Building is full of beautiful stunners, even his sweeping maids are carefully selected by him, he can't look down on a woman like the White Lotus Holy King at all, even if he looks at her more, he feels that it is a great gift to the other party.

The White Lotus Holy King is not stupid, he saw through the other party's thoughts, and was slightly angry in his heart, sure enough, the world is as black as a crow, and they are all masters who judge people by their appearance.