The prevarication of the three elders obviously could not satisfy everyone, especially Hua Zhongqun, the head of the Hua family.

Whether it was a coincidence or premeditated, it is a fact that the steward Lu Tong arrived early.

As the first steward of the Law Enforcement Hall, Lu Tong couldn't help a junior, allowing Hua Zhengxuan to fall into the hands of Mo Fei and do nothing, no matter how the three elders explained, Hua Zhongqun was 100% unbelievable in his heart.

Hua Zhongqun raised his eyebrows, and was just about to open his mouth to ask, when the Great Elder Mo Zhai slammed on the ground: "Enough, why did Lu Tong happen to appear there, no one is allowed to mention this matter in the future." Is there really a master behind Fei'er? And who is this master and why should he help? This is the key, and this is what we must figure out as soon as possible. ”

At the top of the left, Mo Kun, who was in his thirties, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the Great Elder hesitantly: "Father, in five days, it will be the annual ancestor worship ceremony, can our plan continue?"

Speaking of this plan, everyone, including the three elders who were accustomed to silence, Hua Zhongqun and Mo Qian, all looked at it with anticipation.

Great Elder Mo Zhai's brows wrinkled together, and he pondered for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and replied heavily: "Well, the plan remains the same, we have been planning for so long, everything is ready, and we must not miss the opportunity just because of this little accident." ”

"Moreover, recently, Mo Sheng himself has made mistakes one after another, which has caused the dissatisfaction of many old people in the clan, which is definitely a godsend for us. ”

At the same time, the main house of the Mo family, the head of the family, Mo Sheng, was discussing matters related to the ancestor worship ceremony with the two elders and three stewards of the clan.

The ancestor worship ceremony is the most important day of the Mo family every year, and all the elders, as well as the seven stewards, must all rush back no matter where they are.

Just when the Mo family was busy with the upcoming ancestor worship ceremony, in the small courtyard, Mo Fei was covered in sweat and sat on the ground panting like a cow.

Little Nail hurriedly handed over the towel and tea, and curiously glanced at the iron stake erected there: "Young Master, what are you practicing so tired? Isn't your dantian good, why don't you cultivate well, but practice this useless thing?"

Mo Fei breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, slowly moved his stiff arm, and reluctantly asked for help: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and come over to help, let go of this brute cowhide, I have no strength." ”

It is true that the dantian has recovered, if he can cultivate well, of course he will not hesitate to retreat and cultivate.

No matter how powerful the rune master is, after all, it is an external force, which is more reliable than his own cultivation strength?

But the fact is that he can't, the dantian is occupied by the Holy Pattern Bright Dove, and he can't absorb a little spiritual energy, and no matter how much he cultivates, it is impossible for him to have any results.

But he obviously can't talk about these things with the little nail.

The little nail kept crumbling in his mouth, but there was no ambiguity in his hand, and in three or two strokes, he untied the brute cowhide wrapped around Mo Fei's fist and forearm.

The cowhide, which looked to be only a dozen centimeters long and wide, fell to the ground with a dull loud noise.

Without the restraint of brute cowhide, Mo Fei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his stiff arms also stretched, and he quickly regained some strength.

He glanced at the wild cowhide that had fallen to the ground, but instead of reaching out to pick it up, the corners of his mouth twitched.

The Wild Bull is a kind of desolate beast, with strong qi and blood, although the destructive power is only equivalent to the high level of the Yellow Order, but the skin is quite thick, even if it is a strong person of the Xuan Rank, it is difficult to leave any damage on the Wild Bull.

The most important thing is that the brute cowhide is not only thick and highly defensive, but also dense and heavy.

Don't look at the largest of these four brute cowhides, which is only a dozen centimeters long and wide, in fact, it weighs more than 30 kilograms. Ordinary people don't have much strength, and it's hard to pick it up, let alone practice boxing wrapped around their wrists and fists.

As far as the physique of the little nail is concerned, it is okay to help Mo Fei untie it, but he picked up these four brute cowhides, but he was really powerless, so he could only let them fall to the ground at will.

Mo Fei sighed secretly, Fu Wu - force soars to the sky, 'force' and 'rush' are the key, but strength and momentum alone are far from enough.

Wrapped in brute cowhide and practicing on an iron stake, this was the best way he could think of to maximize the power of Fu Wu-Li Chaotian, but he obviously underestimated the weight of brute cowhide.

"Huh, why didn't you find out when you practiced martial arts with weights before, it turned out that the brute cowhide was so heavy?"

"Could it be that if I lose my cultivation, even my strength has seriously decreased?"

Mo Fei's heart became more and more depressed, he was also wearing these four pieces of brute cowhide, when he practiced martial arts in the past, he was supported by cultivation, and his strength was endless, and he punched eighty or ninety punches in one breath, and he could fully recover after a few breaths at most.

Now that his cultivation is complete, wearing these four pieces of brute cowhide, each hand carries a weight of nearly seventy kilograms, and he has been able to punch up to fifteen punches in one breath from the limit of ten punches at the beginning, for a few days, which is too far from the effect he expected.

At this moment, Lao Qi's voice came from the door of the small courtyard: "Non-young master, ancestor worship is about to start, the master is worried that the non-young master will forget the time to practice, so he specially asked the old servant to come over and urge." ”

The ancestral temple of the Mo family.

The ancestor worship ceremony was held as usual, and hundreds of people from the Mo family gathered.

More than a dozen clan elders lined up on both sides of the ancestral tablet, and the sacrificial elder Mo Xi read the history of the Mo family and the great achievements of the sages in the past dynasties.

Mo Fei and other Mo family's third generation of more than a dozen teenagers and girls ranked last, although the great achievements of the Mo family's ancestors sounded very exciting, especially the contemporary Mo Yuan old man, who was the most among them.

But every year, I have to listen to such a tirade, and my ears are calloused, and no one can stand it, let alone Mo Fei and a dozen other children who are all around ten years old.

Mo Fei dozed groggily, and suddenly let out a deafening cough, and he suddenly felt a thrill and completely sobered up.

Elder Mo Xi coughed lightly, his eyes were like electricity, swept over Mo Fei and a group of third generations of the Mo family, and then put away the genealogy and family history books, and proclaimed in a long voice: "Please take the seat of the clan elder, and the ancestor worship begins!"

More than a dozen clan elders nodded and sat down one after another, and the Great Elder Mo Zhai and others stepped forward one after another to take incense and worship their ancestors.

The clan elders sat on both sides of the ancestral tablet, following the great elder Mo Zhai, the elders put incense in order, and then the head of the family, Mo Sheng, and the second generation of the Mo family such as Mo Qian and Mo Kun, and it took a while before it was the turn of Mo Fei, the third generation.

According to the habits of previous years, Mo Fei took the first step out and solemnly took Qi Liangxiang from the hands of Elder Mo Xi, even if he had been prepared, his hands still sank suddenly.

Perched on the beam incense, thumb-like thickness, one foot long, one weighs more than 100 catties, with the incense lightly floating around the beam, long time does not fall dust famous.

Hundreds of catties of perched Liang incense, Mo Fei clenched his hands, and walked steadily to the tablet of the ancestors and ancestors step by step.

"Wait!"

Mo Fei was about to offer incense, and suddenly a low shout came from above, he was stunned for a moment, looked up, but saw that the Great Elder Mo Zhai actually glanced at him lightly: "Fei'er, stand down for the time being." Qi'er, you come first!"

Mo Qi, who followed closely behind Mo Fei, crossed Mo Fei ecstatically, and the smug look in his eyes was undisguised.

Mo Fei raised his eyebrows slightly, and muttered to himself in his heart: "What does this old immortal mean? I am the only son of the head of the family, and the third generation has always been the first to be incensed?"

Doubts are doubts, Mo Fei did not want to fight for the order of this incense.

However, Mo Qi didn't walk towards Elder Mo Xi, but unceremoniously stretched out his hand to Mo Fei: "Fei Shao, bring it!"

Mo Fei's face turned cold: "I'll give it to you, do you dare to take it?"

The clay man still has three points of fire, Mo Fei doesn't care if the first pillar of incense of the three generations is himself, but Mo Qi is not even willing to take a few more steps, and wants to directly take away the Qiliang incense in his hand, which is too deceitful.

The smug look on Mo Qi's face suddenly froze, Mo Fei used to be a first-day talent in the clan, but now he finally got his grandfather's permission and had the opportunity to step on it, of course he didn't want to miss the opportunity. But if he really wants to do something with Mo Fei, he doesn't have the courage to do it.

Mo Qi blushed, and looked back at his grandfather's elder Mo Zhai pitifully, with tears in his eyes.

Great Elder Mo Zhai coughed lightly, and glanced at Mo Fei as if dissatisfied: "Fei'er, you are the elder brother, do you have such a scare for your younger brother?

Mo Fei frowned, yes, he was a little older than Mo Qi, he didn't want to be like a child, but the Great Elder Mo Zhai's bias was too obvious.

"Enough is enough, uncle, Qi'er is a child of the Mo family, isn't Fei'er?"

The head of the family, Mo Sheng, had a calm face, snorted, and looked back at Mo Qi: "Qi'er, go to Grandpa Mo Xi to get incense." ”

Seeing the face of the head of the family, Mo Qi's little face turned pale, and he didn't dare to say a word, so he trotted and took a perched beam incense from the elder Mo Xi.