"Private fighting is forbidden in the village! If you want to fight, stage a martial arts field!"

A middle-aged man's majestic voice came from inside the house, and the tense ** smell in the group of children was dispersed by the sudden appearance of the middle-aged man's words. Da Zhuang and other older children shrank their necks in fright after hearing the three words of the martial arts arena, and replied in a loud voice:

"Uncle Wang, we don't dare! We're not bullying people, we're not bullying people!"

"Little slippery head, who said you were bullying people? If you don't recruit yourself, you won't be clever at all!"

The big man walked out of the first thatched hut at the head of the village, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his body more than two meters tall was like an iron tower in the sun, and he used his big hand to pull the ears of the two little boys, and shouted: "The rest time is over, let me continue my morning exercise!"

"Yes!" shouted a bunch of little ones, their voices loud and loud, for fear that others would not know their answers.

However, even so, the big man surnamed Wang still kicked the leader's big buttocks hard, shouting, "Didn't eat?"

The little boys hurriedly shouted: "Eat, eat, you don't need to soak the spiritual liquid to be full!"

As the words fell, Da Zhuang looked at the big man surnamed Wang with eyebrows and said, "Uncle Wang, we know that we are wrong, and we all want to cultivate quickly!"

"What are you doing then?"

"Gotcha!"

After obtaining permission, Da Zhuang and the others ran faster than one another, and rushed to the second stone house at the head of the village.

After the big man left, Mo Fan asked Yun'er on the side, "What is the spiritual liquid?"

The little girl's brows trembled when she heard this, and she seemed to recall some terrible experiences, and said, "Tomorrow morning, you will know......"

After speaking, she added: "Remember to go to bed early at night." Then he patted Mo Fan's head with a strange face.

"It's like ringing a bell, it's so nice!" she thought.

"Cut, don't talk about pulling down, little girl!" Mo Fan pouted, "I'm going to play with Brother Zebra!"

"I'm not a little girl, I'm Yun'er, older than you, you have to call me sister!"

"Where's the big?" asked the little fat man in a milky voice.

The little girl's face turned red, and she exclaimed, "What...... It's big everywhere!"

Mo Fan looked at her suspiciously.

It's not that he looks down on little girls, among the peers he has met in the past six months, there are too few people who are stronger than him.

"Let's compare!" Xiao Mofan said unconvinced.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and at that time she misunderstood what Mo Fan meant, thinking that he understood her words and wanted to compare the size of her breasts with herself, but ...... So how can hidden places be compared casually...... Not to mention between the opposite sex!

"I... I...... You...!"

She stood there in a daze, holding her little face for a long time, and did not say a complete sentence, and finally cried out in anger, choked up: "Stinky rascal! ignore you!" and ran away.

How can there be such a shameless child in the world!

Mo Fan stood in place like a victorious general, smacking his lips and delivering a victory speech: "You pretend to be a ghost, like a ripe tomato in summer!"

"Little one, come here. ”

The gentle woman changed into a noble gold-threaded jacket, and walked from the snow, her steps were extremely light, and the soft snow layer that had been piled up last night this morning did not leave any light footsteps.

She looked at the little fat man in front of her, handed over a piece of paper, and smiled warmly: "There is your new name on it, I gave it." ”

When she said the words "I got up", a different emotion flowed in her calm and waveless eyes for the first time.

Mo Fan looked up at her, so seeing this emotion, he turned the paper sideways and read, "Fan...... Ink?"

"It's hard to read!"

"Haha. ”

The woman smiled, her expression returned to the previous Gujing Wubo, and said with a smile: "Are you still a kendo genius?"

On the mainland, only those who practice swords will habitually read from right to left, because most sword books need to be read from right to left.

It's the same with writing a sword book.

That's why the woman asks.

“... Ink...... Where ......?" The little fat man tried to read it lightly twice, and found that it was not as awkward as it was at the beginning.

"Yes, you will be called Mo Fan from now on. There was a deep meaning in the woman's eyes, but her eyes were already deep, even with this deep meaning, it was just like a small fish jumping in the sea, and it couldn't set off a single wave.

She remembered a man from more than twenty years ago, and then her heart moved, and the stars in the sky were brightened by three points, and the snow on the ground was thinner by three points.

The woman squatted and picked up the snowflakes, kneaded them into a cloud, and stuck them on her forehead.

The plum blossom shape of Princess Shouyang of Qi back then was a little worse than her abundance.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

She got up, patted Mo Fan's head, her eyes were bright, and she said softly: "Your future is very important, you have to live well." ”

Mo Fan was puzzled, thinking that who is not dead does not want to live well.

But in order to reply to the woman in front of him, he waved his small fist and said, "Whoever wants to eat me, I will hit whomever I want!"

The woman clapped her hands, the applause was clear, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Let's test the results of the past six months first!" said this, and walked towards the sponge stone at the head of the village with Mo Fan.

"Punch it with all your might. She pointed to the dark stone in front of her.

"Full force?"

The little fat man didn't seem to believe it, and asked again.

The woman nodded and said affirmatively, "All your strength!"

Mo Fan muttered: "Aren't you afraid of being broken?"

On the side, Yun'er, who hadn't gone far yet, and a few old men who had come to greet the village heard this, and laughed strangely, and an old woman shouted: "If you can break it, you don't need to refine your body!"

"Refining?

"Refining the body is to apply ointment every day, soak bone soup, eat qi and blood, and practice boxing!" the old woman said, puffing up her biceps, wanting to scare Mo Fan, but when she saw the boy pouting disdainfully after seeing it, she was immediately furious, and lifted her clothes, revealing her eight-pack abs.

Mo Fan felt very ugly, and the old donkey drinking water next to him even wanted to vomit out the overnight meal.

"People really don't rely on their bones and muscles. Mr. Donkey thought.

"Okay, don't play tricks, I'll scare the little guy later. The Huarong woman, who had walked 30,000 miles but had no dust on her eyebrows, said with a smile, "Hurry up and try to hit it with all your might!"

Mo Fan let out a long breath, and his eyes gradually became serious.

He stood upright, his right leg retreated, and he made a steady lunge, his fat fist clenched, and the dull sound of blood and qi rumbled in his muscles and bones!

His expression was unusually upright, and he shook his right arm slightly, staring at the big black stone in front of him.

Several old men were attracted by his energy, and quieted down, wanting to see what kind of little guy the village owner who had been out for a year this time would bring back.

Is it an amazing little monster, or a useless Gu worm......

It's all up to this punch!

The clouds floating in mid-air also seemed to sense this dull breath, and froze in the air, and the thick clouds covered the cold day of deep winter.

"Drink!"

Mo Fan roared, and his feet and waist violently exerted force, driving the entire body to rotate like a spinning top, and his right arm, which trembled slightly because of the excessive strength condensed, was like a cannonball, and slammed into the standing black stone!

"Break it for me!"

There is no spiritual power, no magic, no fighting spirit, purely by virtue of the condensation of a body of blood and qi A punch "bang" hit the big black stone, and the dynamometer stone that has been stable at the entrance of Lin Village all the year round is like an immeasurable deep sea, and after absorbing all the damage, it does not make a single sound!

"Well, how strong is he!" exclaimed the old woman at the end of the crowd, who was blocked and could not see the numbers on the dynamometer.

"Not yet!" replied an old man.

"What's going on? Is the dynamometer ......?"

Before the words fell, an extremely powerful shock wave burst out from the black stone, flying three feet of deep snow on the entire ground, and flying away the black-brown soil buried by countless layers of snow!

The clouds in the sky suddenly cracked a large hole, and the sunlight scattered down, but it was blocked by the flying dust, and not a single figure was visible.

Then, a dull earth-shattering bang came.

I want to burst my eardrum...!

Among the eleven thatched huts built side by side, the people in the first ten rooms, young and old, all rushed out when they heard the loud noise, and shouted: "What's the situation? Enemy attack or earthquake!"

"Alert!

"Let the dust fall ......"

"What's the matter, it can't fall! Magic is useless!"

"Use fighting skills!"

The scene was chaotic.

After ten breaths, with the efforts of many people in the forest village, the dust finally fell, and the scattered snow fluttered, falling between the forests, mountains and countless people's eyebrows, some turned into rain, some paved into fog, sprinkling a refreshing misty coolness.

In the sky, rain and snow are mixed together, and several rainbows hang high, mottled with seven colors, shaking endlessly under the sunlight, like an immortal descending into the world.

Higher in the distance, the clouds opened in the middle of the sky, and the blue sky was endless.

The old people, who were knocked down by the sudden strange wind, stood up and looked at the baby who was still standing in a punch position in disbelief.

What kind of monster ...... this?

What kind of strange power is it?!

Can humans really use such power......!

On the other side, Mo Fan shook off his sore muscles, turned around and stood up, looked at everyone with a childish face, and said in a milky voice: "Fortunately... Disgrace!"

Behind her, the woman was not stained with dust, looked at the pitch-black dynamometer, and smiled like a flower.

On the dynamometer, several lines of large characters slowly emerged:

"Fist wind, fifty stones!"

"Fist face, two hundred stones!"

"Fist heart, four hundred and twenty-nine stones!"

"Grade...... Born with dragon power!!"

The sound of gasps sounded in the audience, and countless people opened their mouths wide, feeling that their jaws were about to be shocked.

"How old is he?"

Someone suddenly thought of this most critical and important question.

"If I'm not mistaken, who said he was less than three years old......?"

"It's fake..."

Few of the shocked crowd noticed that there was a faint slip mark underneath the big black stone.

Slightly invisible, but real.

It exists like the Tianshan Mountains are one foot high!