While Qin Xiaoyue was cultivating the "Sun, Moon and Stars Technique", the Mo family, the weakest among the ten great families in Tielan City, was also quietly undergoing drastic changes.

"The Pavilion of the Scriptures. ”

The young man in Tsing Yi muttered these three words with emotion, and stepped over the seven-inch threshold in one step.

The Mo family is not a famous family, although it can enter the second-rate threshold, but it also has its own family, and there is a difference between the families.

"Mo Huan, thirteen years old, weak wind spirit root, talented Ding Ci, cultivated to the second star of the martial arts realm?"

The elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion roughly swept the token of the young man in Tsing Yi, and his cloudy eyes really revealed helplessness.

"Your talent and spiritual root are among the second, you have practiced for ten years, and you are two stars in the martial arts realm, and you have no hope of breaking through in this life. ”

The old man's hand stroked the white beard, and Yu Xingxin said:

"Next month, you must be a five-star martial artist at the age of thirteen, and win a game, otherwise you will be expelled from the house!"

"I'm afraid this is the last time you come to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, choose a good martial art, don't be bullied outside the house. ”

Mo Huan didn't want to say a word, five years ago he was still a member of his own family, but he had the realm of the Seven Stars of Martial Arts.

It's a pity that a small test of his own family made him a waste.

Talent fell, spiritual root was damaged, realm regressed, and was driven from the family to the family, and was about to lose the last roof to shelter from the rain?

Mo Huan looked ancient on the surface, holding the identity token in his left hand, and his right fingernail had already pierced into the palm of his hand, leaching out drops of bright red blood.

His mind was mature and powerful enough, and he tossed and turned every night for five rounds of spring and autumn, 1,800 days, and could not sleep.

Walking through the Ding layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he has read and borrowed every martial technique and spiritual method here, every word, every sentence is deep into the bone marrow, but he can't use a single move!

There are four floors in the Dividing Scripture Pavilion, and there are C, B, A, and Oh on it, what does it have to do with him?

"Go, kid, one last time, the old man will allow you to see the higher world, the world you should have!"

A sentence of divine consciousness gently entered his mind, Mo Huan looked back in surprise, the old man was still silent, sitting and watching the clouds roll up.

Ding and other identity cards were replaced with "A", and the elders of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion never talked to people on weekdays, but today they broke the vows for him.

"Okay, thank you for your kindness!"

On the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, where he had been absent for a long time, Mo Huan hurriedly stepped on the lacquered wooden stairs.

Wow, wow, wow!

Seeing that he is about to see the scenery he has seen on the fifth floor in five years, even if I become a wasted person, even if I have no future, I am destined to be kicked out of the house, and the revenge is difficult to avenge, but I can't extinguish this heart that yearns for the strong!

Mo Huan finally stepped on the third floor, and just when his eyes were hazy with tears, a big hand pressed his shoulder.

"Yo, Mo Huan, it's amazing, this place is where you can come?"

Mo You, the Seven Stars of the Martial Arts Realm, is the eldest grandson of the three elders of the family, and his status is noble.

"Dare to sneak up, blocking the ban and not stopping him, it seems that he was exploited!"

Another shrill voice, Mo Xi, embarrassed as a traitor.

"Let's go down, hahaha!"

The third person directly kicked Mo Huan in the lower abdomen, and a sharp pain followed.

But there was no time to suffer, he lost the star center directly from the stairs, and rolled down uncontrollably, goo, boom!

The person who kicked him was named Mo Zishan, a four-star martial artist realm, and there was no mercy in this kick, there were four hundred catties of stars!

If it weren't for Mo Huan and the two stars of martial arts as his foundation, this kick would be enough to break his viscera and vomit blood to death.

The blood in his mouth gushed out, and Mo Huan didn't even have a chance to quibble.

"Good dog, don't get in the way, pay attention next time, after all, you don't even have an owner, hahaha!"

Bang!

Mo You stepped on his bloodstained face and ran over it several times before giving up.

"The Scripture Pavilion is not allowed to fight privately!"

The elder was furious, and in an instant, the green muscles burst out, and even Mo You felt the murderous aura, he hurriedly swallowed his saliva and left in a hurry.

However, when Mo Huan opened his eyes filled with blood and tears, he hallucinated, and there were colorful bubbles floating around on the Ding layer of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Do people naturally have hallucinations when they die? Heh, what is this life?"

Cough!

When he was confused, he only remembered that there was a cool elixir entrance, and the elder slowly picked him up.

......

"I'm dead!"

Mo Huan woke up from his sleep, only to feel that his whole body was aching and he was already lying on the bamboo bed in the wooden house.

Only after careful identification did I find that the blood stains were still there, which means that all the experiences in the Scripture Pavilion were not dreams.

"The elder obviously saved me, but I don't even know his name, this kindness...... It's ridiculous, I don't have a chance to repay him, I'm afraid that even the last hope has been shattered to the point of being completely skinless. ”

"Why are the hallucinations still there?"

Mo Huan blinked and looked at it, and found that these small bubbles were still full everywhere, tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans.

Looking at it again, the colors are different, and there is also handwriting.

Tables, chairs are [strength 1, toughness 1]

A jar of orchids by the window is [Spirituality 1, Sun and Moon Essence 1]

"Bubbles with words? I've never heard of such a technique?"

Mo Huan's curiosity tended to poke the bubble.

Immediately it was different, as if there was a point extending the line, and then to a face.

Until a comfortable screen appeared in front of his eyes, and suddenly a sentence sounded in his ears.

[Strength +1, Toughness +1, Convert to Physique +2]

"What kind of body, someone has a divine sense, or is it an illusion, I died and fell into the illusion of the netherworld?"

An even more surprising picture appeared, and a piece of data was updated on the screen.

【Host】Mo Huan

【Realm】Martial artist two stars

[Spiritual Power] 0

[Physique] 2

[Soul Power] 0

【Conversion】0.01%

[Spiritual Law] 0

[Martial Arts] 0

Each data is also written with a detailed description, which is classified as physical attributes, attributes classified as spiritual power, and attributes classified as spiritual power but difficult to find.

Transformation is the data of the combination of spiritual root and talent, which represents the degree of absorption of spiritual power around the spiritual spell, as well as the output damage ratio when casting martial arts.

"Touch the bubbles, select the attributes and elements you want, and you can become stronger?"

[You guessed right, master, I am your most faithful and perfect attribute picking system!]

"It's amazing to be able to talk!"

Mo Huan became more and more excited, it was late at night when he woke up, but he was so ecstatic that he couldn't sleep.

In the past, he practiced hard for a day but did not gain anything, but tonight he was happy.

Bump this, poke that.

The wooden house has been poked inside and out, from home to the mountains and forests, and then to the courtyard, the walls and eaves of the mansion, the rockeries, flowers and plants.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Huan was so tired that he was sweating profusely, lying on the edge of the martial arts arena and falling asleep.

He also came here unconsciously, and this night he relied on [Strength] [Toughness] to improve [Physique], and [Spirituality] [Sun and Moon Evolution] to improve his spiritual power.

Mo Huan punctured seven hundred bubbles, and the strength of his body was incomparable.

The common thing that combines the two is that Mo Huan has been promoted from a two-star martial artist to a five-star martial artist!

Generally speaking, the intake of spiritual power should be the effect of the spiritual root, Mo Huan extracted it directly from the flowers and trees, and ran out of a martial artist five-star overnight.

The realm is the realm, and the combat power is the combat power, and the two cannot be generalized.

Mo Huan is to improve the realm through his physique, spiritual power, and then push the boat down the river, and most people improve the realm to increase both.

The warm sunshine sprinkled on the face, how many years have not had a peaceful sleep!

"The weather is good, it's best to find someone to fight, in the past, there was Mo Huan's waste as a sandbag, but now he is weak and not human, I'm afraid I can kill him with one punch." ”

"Didn't Mo Zishan almost kick him to death yesterday?"

"Hey, the man sleeping in the hallway looks familiar!"

The ill-intentioned passers-by gradually approached, and Mo Huan could clearly hear their footsteps and breathing, which was the benefit of physical improvement.

"Fuck your uncle, what kind of dead man are you pretending?"

Lifting his feet and kicking out, Mo Huan keenly captured all this.

Click!

Mo Huan sat up instantly, grabbed the man's leg with one hand, and pressed it with his backhand.

"Ah, what did you do, my legs!"

Mo has a grudge, a name that Mo Huan doesn't want to remember, a bully brute.

"One leg, I remember that you are a four-star martial artist, you have kicked me no less than ten times, only broken once, you make a lot of money!"

"You're crazy!"

Seeing this bloody scene, the three of them didn't even dare to help people, but only took half a step back in fear.

Soon, they calmed down, thinking that it was just a sneak attack that Mo Huan had been planning for a long time.

One by one, they clenched their fists and rushed straight forward.

The Mo family is the easiest to learn, and it is also the most rigid and fierce martial technique "Yueyang Palm"

"The momentum of the mountains, the power of the scorching sun, the change of fists, don't talk about him. ”

The three of them attacked together like three flames breaking through the face, and they were all four stars in the martial arts realm, and they were all able to exert their strength of four hundred catties.

Mo Youqiu also thought that even if he hadn't broken his leg, it would be impossible for him to dodge this blow!

"Wait to die, you sinister waste!"

Mo Huan condensed his qi and blood to beat out the exact same Yue Yang palm, and the move that he remembered in his heart, he finally had a chance to perform it.

"Why can you bully the weak when you are stronger, and bite wildly when you see a target, are you a lone wolf who is bloodthirsty and looks at the moon?

1 The strength of one kilogram of physique, that is, two catties, Mo Huan ran all over the place where half of the family was divided last night and touched more than 700 bubbles.

On average, a bubble has two attributes, that is, 4 catties, at least 2800 catties, not to mention breaking Mo Youqiu's legs, and it is not a problem to fight a single attack with only 400 catties of strength head-on.

A seven-fold difference, this is already a qualitative change!

With a fleeting punch, the first person was the most injured, and he saw a small patch of thick blood mist in his frightened eyes.

Their combined attack was directly blasted by Mo Huan!

The Mo family abolished Mo Huan's top-grade spiritual root five years ago, not to mention that he is no longer a genius today.

The blood mist had not yet dissipated, and Mo Youqiu's party was breathing more and more rapidly, instinctively feeling that this kid had murderous intent.

However, Mo Huan looked at the bubbles floating around them.

[Root Bone 10, Talent 10]

[Spiritual power 20, physical strength 45]

......

I can directly obtain spiritual power and physique from people, as well as roots and talents, Mo Huan's eyes lit up, my corrupted spiritual roots, and even a talent that could not fall can be repaired!

"Mo Huan, don't be beaten by Lao Tzu, what are you poking me for?" In Mo Youqiu's view, defeating others and poking back and forth is an insult to personality.

Mo Youqian tried to kick the rabbit in the leg, "Go away, madman!"

"Mo Huan is going to kill someone, destroy the corpse and destroy the traces!"

No matter how angry they roared, Mo Huan couldn't stop Mo Huan from popping the bubbles, and they couldn't see or touch it.

His fingers punctured all the bubbles, and Mo Huan felt the transformation from the muscles and bones of his body, and even the dantian was implicitly warm.

"Is this bubble black?"

Mo Huan looked at the black bubble in surprise [Hate 20, Fear 30]

A system prompt sounded in my head:

[Popping the emotional bubble can make the other party fear you and convert the unfavorable factors into soul power]

"Can other people's dissatisfaction and fear be turned into my soul power?" Mo Huan was surprised and curious to burst the black bubble.