In the early morning of the next day, in the midst of the noisy rooster crows and an old fist hammered on his waist, Mo Fan woke up leisurely.

He slept very long this night, from yesterday morning to this morning. In his deep sleep, he had many dreams, but when he woke up, he remembered none of them, only the heavy punch on his waist and the shouts in his ears, reminding him of his current situation.

"Get up, lazy guy!

The sound is familiar. When I opened my eyes, I saw that people were also familiar.

Dizzy, isn't this guy in front of him the same Yun'er who left him yesterday and then didn't know where he ran to!

His new roommate is this crying girl......

"But it's okay if you just cry, just don't wet the bed......!"

Mo Fan thought about it leisurely, and completely forgot how many sets of clothes he had thrown away in the past six months.

Thirty thousand miles along the way, it is obvious that it is impossible for a cold woman to help him wash the clothes that wet the bed, and he will not wash the clothes himself, after all, no one has ever taught him, not to mention that he is only three years old, who in the world would ask a three-year-old child to wash his own wet pants?

So I had to urinate one set and throw one set in the past six months.

Fortunately, the woman has a storage ring.

And rich.

The sound of fists and feet pulled Xiao Mofan out of his memories, and Yun'er's pear blossom-like fists were sprinkled on him, which was much more painful than Gray Xiaonan's fleshy palm.

"Babble, what are you doing!" he shouted, jumping to his feet.

"Lazy pig, you also want to have a morning exercise with us today!"

Yun'er shouted, trotted to the door and opened the bamboo door, putting thousands of sunshine into the house in an instant.

"Ah, it's glaring......"

"Get up, you're in a group with me, don't bother me!" said the girl, striding out.

"Hmph, there's a lot of crying motherhood!" Mo Fan muttered, and then a carp jumped off the stone bed, walked to the edge of the basin and scooped up a handful of water, rubbed his face casually, and suddenly felt a lot more energetic!

He stood upright, practiced a set of punches in three strokes, took a sip of water and ran out of the room, rinsing his mouth and muttering indistinctly:

"Crying mother, wait for me!

......

Outside the martial arts arena of Nuoda, there is a huge square paved with bluestone, at this time, the morning sun is born, the square is crowded, and hundreds of children gather here, waiting for the opening of the martial arts arena.

As far as the eye can see, the square is full of young people under the age of ten, men and women, standing together in twos and threes, talking and laughing.

At the edge of the square, several huge weapon racks stood straight up, on which countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds were placed.

Among them, the number of swords is the largest, reflecting the cold light in the sun, and they are not ordinary at first glance.

The sword is the emperor of weapons, chic and elegant, when facing the enemy, it can be near or far, it can be long or short, it can advance or retreat, and it likes to use the most people, and it is the deepest for people to study.

Mo Fan saw a good sword, inserted in the middle of the weapon rack, proudly independent, its sword back was broad, both sides of the sword were sharp, looking at it from a distance, only to feel a sword light pressing.

It was a heavy sword, and the weight of thirty stone was written on the red banner hanging from the hilt.

If you want to wield such a heavy sword, it is impossible without more than 100 stone arm strength!

It's just that it's ordinary, and the most amazing thing is that the bronze brilliance that circulates throughout the body of this sword, shining on the deep white seal carved on the hilt and tip of the sword, makes it reveal an extremely ancient meaning as a whole.

Thick sword, clumsy is precious.

The little fat man instinctively felt that it was a good sword.

But he prefers the one next to him, the Green Dragon Euphorbia.

In addition to the usual eighteen kinds of weapons, there are also many strange weapons with strange shapes listed separately on a weapon rack, such as a double-edged dragon axe the size of three adults, an iron hammer in the shape of a towering giant tree, and a sharp flower pen with tiger hair gathered on the tip of the pen, etc., to name a few, dazzling the viewer.

Seeing these divine weapons randomly placed on the huge weapon rack, Mo Fan was like a little wild child who had just come out of the mountains, touching it here and there, and feeling both strange and happy.

Each weapon rack is engraved with the seal of Lin Village's unique family, fearing that children with good deeds will forcibly use weapons above their own ability, resulting in physical injuries, and at the same time, it also prevents some children from hurting others when they use weapons in private.

There are many weapons of different grades, most of which are yellow-rank divine soldiers, and occasionally Xuan-rank divine soldiers that exude a strange luster are interspersed among them, and when they are recognized, they will cause bursts of surprised whispers!

The seal of the weapon changes depending on the strength of the subject.

Everyone in the forest village has unconditional access to a weapon that they can use, as long as they can pull it out of the seal engraved on it.

"Second brother, what kind of weapon are you going to pull out in today's martial arts exercise? Last time, the martial arts head of Taohuawu was said to have pulled out a yellow-rank high-grade wind spirit spear, and he made a show at the martial arts exercise!"

Next to the weapon rack, several eight or nine-year-old children gathered around, whispering to a little boy who looked like a scholar about his plans to perform martial arts in the near future.

"No matter what level of weapon the boss uses, he will definitely win! That guy surnamed Wu is just playing prestige when we went up the mountain to hunt before! If you really want to meet him at the martial arts conference, you have to let him rest in bed for a few days!" shouted the child who looked like a little brother.

"And that little girl named 'Yun'er' who lives in Taohuawu, she also injured many of our brothers last time!

"That's what the truth says, but it's not certain whether they can meet the second brother this time, after all, our second brother was officially promoted to Group A yesterday!"

"Yes, if you don't say it, I forgot, second brother Hongwu!"

Hearing this, the scholar-like boy waved his hand and said, "This is nothing, you will definitely break into Group A soon......"

"Moreover, this martial arts exercise is different from the past, I heard that there was a very powerful character in the village yesterday, and on the first day of entering the village, he lived in the group B room of Taohuawu, and his strange strength was extremely large, and he could reach more than four hundred stones of strength without using his fighting spirit!"

"I really want to meet such amazing people. Liu Youdao shook the scholar fan in his hand, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said leisurely.

"Second brother, your message is long outdated...... We know that the person you are talking about, his name is Mo Fan, and he is a three-year-old ghost. On that day, he didn't use his fighting qi without using his fighting qi, but he had no way to cultivate his fighting qi at all! ”

Wu Jiali, one of the younger brothers next to him, replied.

"Even so, the strange power of more than four hundred stones should not be underestimated, a few of you are in Group B, you must recuperate after a while of spiritual liquid forging body, and strive to defeat this guy called Mo Fan without injury in the next martial arts conference!"

"Understand, second brother, we will definitely not lose the people of Linglong Pavilion! besides, he is only a strange power of four hundred stones, and we also have hole cards that can achieve this kind of power, after all, as long as we use that trick, ......"

Speaking of this, Wu Jiali paused, his face suddenly became religious, and he didn't continue, but said:

"By the way, a few days ago, there was a kid named Da Zhuang in the village who was promoted to fighter, and he was the little guy of our Linglong Pavilion Yuan Ding Group, we... Would you like to send someone to see him?"

"When did he enter the village?" asked Liu Youdao, "How old is he?"

"It is said that he has been living in the village, he is a leader of the original indigenous faction, and he is only five years old this year...!"

"Hmm," Liu Youdao rubbed his chin and said, "It's a talent, you go and woo him in the afternoon." ”

"Today, I will definitely take the Xuan-rank Divine Soldier!"

He looked at a green dragon halberd on the weapon rack, and suddenly said such a sentence.

There is confidence in the words.

It was the weapon he had dreamed of for many years, the bright silver halberd body, the whole body was full of an elegant and comfortable sense of strength, none of which did not meet the standard of divine weapons in his heart!

Unable to pull out the halberd in the past, he was very confident this time.

Because he is now a member of Group A who represents the strongest potential and the highest combat power in Lin Village!

Then, the confident group A boy saw the most unbelievable scene in his life: a little doll wearing a crotch cloth and a large cotton jacket laboriously climbed up to a weapon rack more than ten times as high as himself, and lifted a bright silver halberd with one hand!

"Huh, so heavy?"

The man threw the halberd in his hand with emotion, jumped off the weapon rack, and grinned in their direction.

"I'm sorry, I'm what you said Mo Fan......"

"I also have a crush on this green dragon halberd...... What a coincidence!"

His baby's fat little face smiled and smiled, without any guilty look of stealing people's love because of a coincidence.

Liu Youdao on the side was furious.

At boiling point.

His name is Liu Youdao, but this time he decided to learn from Yin Xuan Wang Wudao once.

Waving the scholar fan in his hand, bringing a trace of coldness in the cold winter, Liu Youdao looked at the younger brothers behind him, and said expressionlessly: "Give me a group to beat him." ”

"At the martial arts conference!"