Compared to Li Fatzi, Han Mo is much weaker, not to mention the gap in strength and fighting experience, just in terms of martial arts, Han Mo is much weaker, Li Fatzi has a trick of phantom fist, but Han Mo only became a martial artist yesterday, and he didn't even master his strength, let alone martial arts, not at all, just by instinct to fight, the only experience is the dodge when he was hunted down before and the little experience of fighting with He Shanmou this morning, so Han Mo is not in a hurry to hit Li Fatzi, but has been flashing, I practiced dodging to the extreme, I dodge, I dodge, I dodge, I dodge, I just dodge!

"Humph!" Although Han Mo's dodge looks very easy, in fact, Li Fatzi knows that Han Mo is not easy at all, Li Fatzi's phantom fist is a left and a right punch, Han Mo can only retreat if he wants to dodge, he doesn't dare to fight that is only a 50% chance, and it is not easy for him to dodge, after all, the alley space is limited, plus there is Liu Yushu, Han Mo must take care of these, and the loss of true qi is not less than that of Li Fatzi.

"Do you only dodge," Fat Li laughed, "It's not a good thing to dodge!" ”

"Who said that!" After Han Mo finished speaking, he stepped back, dodging Li Fatzi's phantom fist, still dodging! However, Han Mo did not retreat again, but he could no longer retreat. He has been forced into a corner by Fat Li.

"Can you still flash?" Li Fatzi said, "50% chance, you can try." ”

"Really?" The corners of Han Mo's mouth curled slightly, and then his right leg kicked against the wall, and his body quickly rushed out.

"It's useless!" Li Fatzi threw a phantom punch again, and two identical fists attacked Han Mo.

"Humph!" Han Mo, who was in the air, suddenly twisted his waist, and then quickly rotated in a clockwise direction, like an electric drill bit attacking Li Fatzi, "bang", Li Fatzi's fist was punched back by Han Mo, and Han Mo's rotation speed also slowed down, however, he did not stop, but hit Li Fatzi.

"Do you want to say that your trick is called Dulong Drill?" Li Fatzi smiled, "But I look like a stupid drill!" Li Fatzi didn't use his phantom fist, and hit Han Mo's head with a punch, if Han Mo hit it like this, the result can be imagined, Li Fatzi's fist is relatively hard, then Han Mo was headshot; If Han Mo's head is hard, then Fat Li's hand will hurt very much, and Han Mo is still at risk of being shot in the head. All in all, it's not a smart move.

"Hey, hey." Han Mo, who was spinning, suddenly stopped, and Han Mo's body that landed on the ground swayed, obviously turning himself unconscious, and Li Fatzi's fist did not stop, although he couldn't explode Han Mo's head, but he could also hit Han Mo.

"I'll go!" Han Mo, who was still in a daze, also punched Li Fatzi, "bang", the two fists collided, fortunately Han Mo was lucky and hit, otherwise he would have to be punched by Li Fatzi.

"Good...... I want to vomit......" Han Mo said intermittently, "Since you're dizzy...... So...... I'm going in the opposite direction...... It's turned! After speaking, I don't know if Han Mo is really confused, since he turned in a counterclockwise direction on the spot, approaching Fat Li as he turned.

"Big windmills? Who are you to bluff! "Fat Li remembered that the warriors in the World of Warcraft he played had a skill of Sword Storm with one move, commonly known as the Great Windmill, you turned into a sword dance storm full of destructive power, and immediately used your weapon to attack all targets in your vicinity, dealing 150% weapon damage, and unleashing a whirlwind slash every 1 second for the next 6 seconds. Under the influence of the Storm of Blades, you will have no pity, no regrets, no fear, nothing to stop you, except death and disarming. You can't use other skills while using Blade Storm.

Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated, if you give Han Mo two axes, it will be similar. "It doesn't matter if you're a big windmill or a small windmill, stop me!" Li Fatzi used his phantom fist again, and the two fists struck at Han Mo.

"Bang" Han Mo blocked Li Fatzi's phantom fist like last time, but this time Han Mo did not stop, but continued to approach Han Mo.

"I see." Li Fatzi said lightly, "I didn't expect you to have a way to break my phantom fist." ”

"Bang", the two fought again, Han Mo's rotating body stopped, and Li Fatzi also took a few steps back.

"Since you use spin to make up for the speed you can't keep up with, I have to say that Han Mo, you are indeed a genius." Li Fatzi praised, "To be honest, I can't think of this trick." ”

"Thank you for the compliment......" Han Mo's body shook a little, he turned so many times just now, it's strange that he doesn't get dizzy!

"Your head should be dizzy right now, though." Li Fatzi smiled, "If it were me, I would definitely not turn like this, I'm afraid of fainting." ”

"Hey, hey." Han Mo smiled, and finally barely stopped his still shaking body, "It's a little dizzy...... But...... Ok......"

"Today you broke the Phantom Fist, it doesn't make sense to compare it anymore." Li Fatzi said, "Forget it, let's let you go today, you have to work hard, I don't want you to be so weak next time." ”

"Hehe, are you sure you're going to do this?" Han Mo smiled evilly, "He Shanmou is not allowed!" ”

"He's him, I'm me, goodbye!" After saying that, Li Fatzi turned around and left, Han Mo didn't step forward to chase him, now he was very dizzy, and he didn't have the strength to chase after him.

After Fat Li left, Han Mo sat down cross-legged and said to Liu Yushu on the side, "Come and help me, I'm dizzy." ”

"Weak is strong." Liu Yushu said, "Look, it's good that he didn't continue to fight with you, otherwise you would have been bad." ”

"No, it won't." Han Mo shook his head and said, "I know. ”

"How do you know?"

"Secret."

"Cut." Liu Yushu said disdainfully, "I'll send you home." ”

"No need, I'll just go back myself." Han Mo refused to answer and sent himself home, then Han Lin would definitely leave Liu Yushu behind, Han Mo didn't dare to guarantee that he would not commit a crime.

"It's all going to your house anyway." Liu Yushu said, "By the way." ”

"Ahh Go to my house! ”

"Yes! Where will I live if I don't live in your house? Liu Yushu said, "Do you want your fiancée to go to someone else's house to sleep?" ”

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Sometimes, it's good to have beautiful women around, but sometimes it's hard to bear. No, Liu Yushu lived in Han Mo's house according to Han Lin's instructions, but fortunately it was not the same room, if it was the same room, it would be terrible, and with Han Mo's concentration, it was difficult to say that he would not commit a crime. Of course, Liu Yushu's joining also has benefits, for example, many housework can be shared by one more person, not just after eating Liu Yushu went to wash the dishes, and Han Mo could be lazy and return to the room.

Han Mo locked the door of the room, sat on the bed and meditated to recover the true qi consumed by the previous fight with Li Fatzi. Sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, his consciousness guided the heaven and earth aura that had just entered the body to turn into true qi, and then operated in the meridians in the body, as time progressed, the true qi operated on its own, and Han Mo's consciousness also came to a hut in the consciousness space, and slowly pushed open the hut and entered it, the furnishings in the house were very simple, with a collection of 10,000 volumes, a collection of 1,000 volumes of gold and stone relics from three generations, a piano, a game of chess, and a pot of wine, which was exactly the furnishings of Ouyang Xiu's hut of the 61 layman.

Han Mo couldn't believe that the old man was Ouyang Xiu, according to historical records, Ouyang Xiu was born in 1007 AD and died in 1072 AD at the age of 65, if that old man was Ouyang Xiu, wouldn't he be thousands of years old? How can a person be a thousand years old? Even the existence of the highest apex of martial arts practitioners may only be more than a hundred years old, how can it reach thousands of years? However, everything in front of Han Mo's eyes proved that the old man was Ouyang Xiu.

"Maybe it's the same name." Han Mo muttered, "It can't be a thousand years old, otherwise it would be too terrifying." ”

This hut was left by Ouyang Xiu to Han Mo, and there were a large number of books in it, and the things were just like the things that Ouyang Xiu had in his later years, and even the furnishings might be exactly the same. Removed a book from the shelf, this is a history book, telling the events of Ouyang Xiu's dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the content recorded in it is much more detailed than other history books, and many of the mysteries and secrets of the time are answered in this book.

"No, it won't!" Han Mo looked at this book in disbelief, opened another book, Han Mo was stunned, and then opened another book, Han Mo was stunned again, and then found another book, even more stunned. In addition to the history books, these books also have many martial arts cheats, it can be said that this is Ouyang Xiu's treasure, and it is strange that Han Mo is not stunned to get such a huge treasure!

"What is this?" Han Mo found that there was a book on the table, the book was very shabby, as if it had been put for a long time, the book exuded a quaint atmosphere that attracted Han Mo, Han Mo involuntarily walked over and picked up the book, the cover of the book was not written anything, and only three words were written on the first page, Soul Suppression Formula.

"This is the Soul Suppression Formula?" Han Mo looked at the three words written in the book in front of him in surprise, slowly turned the next page, and then turned the next page after reading carefully, and finished the whole book in a while. At this time, Han Mo also closed his eyes, his brain was running rapidly, and it seemed that there was always a feeling that something was wrong.

"Here!" Han Mo suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the Soul Suppression Technique again, swiped his fingers lightly, and then directly tore the tattered book, and a piece of paper fell out of the crack of the book.

"Requiem?" Han Mo picked up the paper and found that what was recorded on the paper was a music score, a music score called Requiem Song. "What does this have to do with the Soul Suppression Technique?" Han Mo looked at the score and didn't find anything different, but there was always a feeling that attracted him.

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