After Mo Ting returned to Mo Mansion again, he did not return to his room, but walked towards the practice ground non-stop.

The practice ground is a place where the younger generation of the Mo family cultivates, of course, the general cultivation of the Mo Ting is under the white willow, and the benefits of cultivation there are greater.

The practice ground is very large, and there is a battle platform in the middle, which is built to allow the Mo family peers to learn from each other, and the competitive spirit of the young people is often more able to raise the enthusiasm of these teenagers, so the Mo family advocates competition among peers.

Under the scorching sun, several immature figures endured boredom, sitting cross-legged and cultivating, when they were young, it was the best time to lay the foundation for their cultivation, and the Mo family attached great importance to the cultivation of these teenagers, after all, the Mo family was able to gain a foothold in this green water town, relying on strong strength.

Mo Ting came here, of course, not to see the cultivation of these young men, his eyes swept to the pavilion next to the practice ground, the pavilion looked very tall, giving people a sense of majesty, and he couldn't help but have some awe in his heart.

Mo Ting walked to the door, looked up, the word "Wu Ge" came into view, at this time, the place where the Mo family stored the mystical skills is one of the foundations of the Mo family's strength, therefore, the Mo family also attaches great importance to its protection.

No, Mo Ting pushed open the door and walked in, this is a lobby, in the middle of the Tang Dynasty, there is a set of tables and chairs, and a white-bearded old man is sitting there, his eyes squinting, as if he is taking a nap.

This old man Mo Ting naturally knew that he was an uncle of his father, and his father often called him Uncle Qing, Mo Ting's eyes rolled, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, he slowed down, and slowly walked in step by step, actually wanting to sneak in.

He overtook the old man in a few steps, reached the staircase, looked back, and saw that the white-bearded old man was still squinting there, so he smiled secretly and prepared to go upstairs.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a huge face in front of his eyes, only a few centimeters away from him. "Ahh

"Grandpa Qing, you almost scared me to death. Mo Ting shouted, and he complained a little.

"As the saying goes, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, you are so afraid, you must have done something bad. This Grandpa Qing touched his white and long beard and said with a smile.

Mo Ting was a little furious by his smiling eyes, and hurriedly said: "What can I do, I have broken through to the seventh layer of the First Mystery Realm, you hurry up and register me, I will go in and find a Xuan Technique to cultivate." ”

This time it was Mo Qing's turn to be surprised, and said: "Is it so fast to reach the seventh layer of the Xuan Realm, it is worthy of the little genius of my Mo family, since you have broken through, then let you in, choose the Xuan Technique well, it will have a great impact on the combat power, don't be careless." Mo Qing reminded.

Mo Ting nodded obediently, touched his beard, and hurriedly ran up, Mo Qing looked at his back, and couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "This little guy..."

Walking up to the second floor, a book of mystical techniques appeared in the line of sight, and Mo Ting, who looked at it, smacked his tongue, worthy of the four major families, and the background was really not comparable to those small families.

Immediately, Mo Ting flipped through them one by one, these mystical skills were varied, and Mo Ting who saw it was amazed.

"King Kong palm, first-class inferior mystical technique, palm like King Kong, indestructible..."

"Flame Fist, a first-class mid-grade mystical technique, the fist is equipped with fire, with burning, and the power is endless..."

"Shoot the cloud palm, a first-class medium-grade mystical technique, like a long rainbow, shoot straight to the sky..."

Mo Ting picked up a book of mystical techniques, and then put them all down, although these mystical skills are very good, and there are even a few first-class mystical techniques, but obviously, it is still not enough to satisfy his appetite.

Dozens of mystical techniques were gradually read by Mo Ting, only the last three remained, Mo Ting picked up the first one, only to see that the book was black, and several silver characters were printed on it: Xuan Ying Technique, a first-class peak Xuan Technique, can be conjured into a doppelganger in a short period of time, hidden in the shadows, at a critical moment, one blow to defeat the enemy...

Mo Ting looked at this mystical technique and couldn't help but be amazed, thinking, "There is such a strange mystical technique, but it seems that Grandpa Qing used this mystical technique just now." ”

At that time, Mo Ting clearly saw where Grandpa Qing was sitting, but when he turned his head, he actually appeared in front of his eyes, and he thought that what appeared in front of him was this shadow clone.

Mo Ting took this Xuanying technique, hesitated, or put it down, although this Xuanying technique is strong, but it is not suitable for him, there are two more books at the moment, he can take a look at it and then make a decision.

Immediately, he picked up the second book and opened it to take a look, "Ling Feng footwork, a first-class top-grade mystical technique, belongs to the body-type mystical technique, cultivated to the extreme, you can walk on the wind..."

Mo Ting's brows furrowed tightly, the body technique is mysterious, but it is extremely rare, if it can be cultivated, the increase in strength is not small, and Mo Ting has already known his combat method through the last trip to the forest, that is, melee combat, close hand-to-hand combat. This kind of footwork is very suitable for him, but he still put down this mystical technique, he is thinking, "The last time I encountered the assassination and swallowed two Condensing Heart Pills in a row, although it hurt him a lot, but when the injury recovered, he found that due to the stimulation of his nerves by the Condensing Heart Pill, his reaction speed was much stronger than before, otherwise he would not have killed the Wind Thunder Leopard in the forest." ”

In other words, speed is now his strength, and he doesn't have to worry about speed at least in a short period of time, and although this Ling Feng footwork is good, it can only be regarded as the icing on the cake for himself, and he can make a decision after reading the next book. Thinking of this, Mo Ting moved forward and opened the third book of mystical techniques.

"Wanhua Fist, a third-class mid-grade mystical technique, after Dacheng, it can turn into a Wandao fist shadow, overwhelming, attacking the other party..."

Mo Ting was speechless in shock at the moment, and said: "How could it be, it is actually a third-class mystical technique, how can a third-class mystic technique be placed on the second floor..." However, even if it is only half, presumably the power will not be worse than the first-class peak mystical technique, otherwise it will not be placed at the end. ”

Thinking of this, Mo Ting's gaze at him became hot, the first two books were not very useful to him, but this Wanhua Fist is different, not only is it very powerful, but it can also temper his own double fists in the process of cultivating Wanhua Fist, after all, fists and feet are his best weapons.

Mo Ting immediately made up his mind, and walked down with this Wanhua Fist.

When Mo Ting took the Wanhua Fist to Mo Qing, the old man's eyes when he looked at Mo Ting couldn't help flashing a little different, and after the formalities were completed, Mo Ting hurriedly walked back, wanting to study the Wanhua Fist well, and looking at Mo Ting's anxious departure, the old man also showed a smiling expression.

"It seems that this little genius of my Mo family still has this big ambition......"