Mo Ting walked out of the martial arts and walked straight in the direction of the Mu family, his eyes were a little confused.

He found that there was something more in his mind.

Sumeru Demon Pupil!

This was the name of the extra mystical technique in his mind, and the content was extremely complex, and Mo Ting's mind would feel slightly in a trance as soon as he integrated his mind a little.

He could only barely see a small part of the beginning, but even this small part, he couldn't understand it at all, it was as if he was reading a book from heaven.

"Could it be that this is the reason why my Xuan Power is working on its own just now?"

Mo Ting secretly guessed in his heart, and suddenly he paused, his eyes flickered, and he looked around vigilantly.

In the process of thinking just now, he inexplicably felt a threat, he was very vigilant, did not dare to make any more movements, looked around carefully, and did not dare to show the slightest flaw.

"The vigilance is quite high!"

A voice came from behind Mo Ting, and Mo Ting trembled directly, his body exploded a few steps back, and he looked at the other party vigilantly.

This is a middle-aged man, there is no breath on his body, just standing there peacefully, looking at Mo Ting with a smile.

The hairs on Mo Ting's body stood on end, and sweat began to drip down his forehead.

Although the other party was like an ordinary person and did not have a powerful aura on his body, Mo Ting still felt a mountain-like oppression from him, which was difficult to match.

"Huh?" The other party also saw Mo Ting's abnormality, and said with a puzzled face: "Can you feel my breath?"

"Well, it's very powerful!"

Mo Ting nodded solemnly, but his heart was also a lot more relaxed, looking at the other party's attitude, it should not be to be unfavorable to himself.

"How is it possible?" This time it was the other party's turn to be surprised: "I have used the secret technique of concealing the fluctuation of Xuan power, unless the level of Xuan Power is much higher than mine, it is difficult to detect it at all, how can you feel it as a small cultivator of the Xuan Realm!"

Mo Ting couldn't explain either, he asked the other party, "Who are you, why are you following me." ”

There was a hint of doubt between the words, such a powerful person followed him, and he didn't know what his intentions were.

"My young lady invites you to see me, I wonder if I can have time?"

The middle-aged man said this, with his status and status, he didn't want to ask Mo Ting like this, but Zuoqiu Yanjing had specially told him before that he must invite the other party, so he had no choice but to do this.

"Your young lady?"

Murting was puzzled.

"It's Zuoqiu Yanjing who watched you fight just now. The other party said lightly.

"Zuoqiu Yanjing. Mo Ting suddenly said: "What is she looking for me?"

He also guessed that Zuoqiu Yanjing's identity was not ordinary, otherwise how could he let Xiao Che be treated like that, but this had nothing to do with him, and the only thing he was thinking about now was how to become stronger.

"Don't you know when you see it, and I can tell you clearly that being able to intersect with our young lady can be regarded as a great creation for you. ”

Mo Ting pursed his lips and said, "If you want to see me and let her come to me by herself, I don't have time now." ”

With that, Merting turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait..." The other party spoke up again: "Are you sure you don't want to see me?" You know, how many forces of pride are vying to see more of my young lady and can't see them, let alone my young lady who took the initiative to ask to meet. ”

"Anyway, if she has anything, let him come to me by himself, obviously he wants to see me, and he still acts like an uncle..."

Mo Ting muttered in his mouth, looked at the other party with a strange face, and walked away, leaving the middle-aged man stunned in place.

This kid really doesn't plan to go?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked, "Then where is my young lady going to find you?"

"If you want to find me, come to Wuxing, if there is no accident, I will go every day. Murting waved his hand back, quickly disappearing from the other's sight.

"This kid—" The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile, and his body disappeared in an instant, leaving the place.

......

"Uncle Jiang, how is it?"

Zuoqiu Yanjing and a few people were waiting quietly, and suddenly asked out loud, leaving several people around them at a loss.

In the next moment, the middle-aged man just now appeared in front of several people, and said to Zuoqiu Yanjing with a smile: "This kid is quite crazy, saying that if you want to see him, you will go to him by yourself, he will not come." ”

"Oh, that's what he said?" Zuo Qiu Yanjing's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness.

"Yes, but I guess he shouldn't know your identity, Miss, and it's very likely that you're not from Qingshan City. ”

Zuoqiu Yanjing thought about the Tianjiao characters in several nearby big cities in his mind, and after thinking for a long time, none of them could match Mo Ting, so he asked, "Did he leave his address?"

"No, but he said it, if there is no accident, he will go to Wuxing every day, Miss, if you want to find him, you can go to Wuxing and wait. ”

"Do you go to martial arts every day?" Zuoqiu Yanjing was also a little surprised, and then said in a low voice: "This person is also quite interesting." ”

On the other side, after Mo Ting left the middle-aged man, he walked all the way to the vicinity of Mu's house before taking off the unicorn mask on his face and entering Mu's mansion.

Sitting in his room, Mo Ting's eyes were closed, and his mind was all immersed in the mysterious technique that appeared in his mind.

Sumeru Demon Pupil!

It was difficult for Mo Ting to peek into the full text of this mysterious technique, even if it was only the beginning part, it made him confused, he recalled the abnormal change in his voice when he fought with Xiao Che today, and what he finally inspired seemed to be the change in his eyes.

In order to verify the conjecture in his heart, Mo Ting recalled the route of today's automatic operation of the Xuan Force, and once again operated the Xuan Force like that.

The operation of Xuan Li is extremely slow, and it is completely incomparable to the autonomous operation when he fought with Xiao Che before.

After some effort, Mo Ting Xuanli suddenly looked back, and at the same time, he also took a few heavy breaths, and his eyes were a little strange.

Why is it so difficult to operate on its own, but it is so easy for Xuanli to operate on its own?

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't come up with the reason, so he had to give up, he believed that as long as he reached the strength, any problem would naturally be solved.

After thinking clearly, he no longer continued to try this Sumeru Demon Pupil, but activated the Wuxuan Gong and began to continue to polish his cultivation.

There are still twenty days left before the date of the appointment with Deng Bohan, although Mo Ting is now very sure, but until the last moment, no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents, so he naturally has the opportunity to improve his strength.

In the next few days, Mo Ting still went to fight in martial arts a few times a day, just like usual, but as his reputation gradually spread, there were fewer and fewer opponents willing to fight him every time, until once, the three good players in the eight layers of the Xuan Realm joined forces to fight Mo Ting, but in the end, after being easily defeated by Mo Ting, no one was willing to fight this Qilin boy.

Even if Mo Ting pays great attention to proportionality every time and will not cause any major injuries, no one is still willing to fight him, in the eyes of others, this Qilin boy has reached the level of invincibility of the eighth layer of the First Xuan Realm, and any monk of the eighth layer of the First Xuan Realm will be humiliating if he wants to fight him.

Mo Ting was also quite helpless about this, and as a last resort, he relaxed his requirements, not only the eighth layer of the Xuan Realm, but also the people of the ninth layer of the Xuan Realm could also fight with him, so that someone finally continued to fight with him.

However, the ninth layer of the First Xuan Realm is much stronger than the eighth layer of the First Xuan Realm, even Mo Ting, when fighting with the opponent of the ninth layer of the First Xuan Realm, he also feels a little powerless, although he will not be defeated, but it is extremely difficult to win.

However, this is also in line with his intentions, that is, he wants to fight with these opponents with similar strength, so that he can better hone his strength.

In this way, after eight consecutive days of fighting, Moting finally felt the opportunity to break through.

On this day, Mo Ting came to Wuxing early and took the stage to accept the battle, and the people below were no longer surprised by his behavior, this Qilin boy would do this every day, they had already been used to it.

The man who fought with Mo Ting this time was a man from the ninth layer of the First Mysterious Realm, who was older, looked close to thirty years old, and was not a person from the great forces.

The people in those big forces generally rarely come to martial arts when they reach the ninth layer of the First Xuan Realm, because breaking through the Second Xuan Realm is not something that can be achieved through fighting, they are more experienced outside to find an opportunity to break through.

The two of them didn't say much, and after a slight salute, they launched an offensive.

Mo Ting took the lead in moving, only to see that his body was divided into two, turning into two afterimages, and rushing forward, the two afterimages were surrounded by many fist shadows, and there were dark lights in his hands, and the movement speed was also abnormal and flexible, and the pace was very mysterious.

It's still that set of combos, Ling Feng's footwork, Xuanying Technique and Wanhua Fist, all of which are the Mo family's first-class mystical skills, after these days of non-stop fighting, Mo Ting's understanding of these mystical techniques is more thorough, and the power that can be exerted is much more than before.

Mo Ting's fierce offensive directly made the other party stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, two figures, one left and one right, with the fierce Quan Feng, had already arrived in front of him.

Call!

The two fists stopped in front of the other party's face, without going any further, at this time, the opponent's mystical skills had just condensed and converged in their hands, but they were useless.

In just a moment, the winner was revealed.

"This unicorn boy is really terrifying, and every day he fights will make great progress, as if he was a different person from yesterday. ”

"That's true, I don't know that force can cultivate such a demonic teenager. ”

Everyone was talking, even if Mo Ting had brought them enough shock, it was still difficult for them to keep calm, and they all saw the progress of the Qilin boy these days, and they couldn't help but sigh after being shocked.

Mo Ting ignored anyone, quickly turned around and left, the Ling Feng footwork under his feet was unfolded, and he galloped in the direction of the Mu family, and ecstasy appeared on his face under the mask.

"Is it finally time to break through......

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