The green dragon halberd was engraved with the mark of Mo Fan, this low-level divine weapon weighed one hundred and twenty stones, and it could smash a big hole when thrown on an ordinary stone road, but it was waved almost easily in the hands of the little fat man, looking like an inferior plastic toy.

Mo Fan had never used a halberd weapon, and he only wielded it at will with a brute force, stirring up bursts of terrifying halberd winds, blowing on the fallen leaves on the side, but he also seemed to have a bit of martial arts grandmaster-like demeanor.

Of course, this premise is to ignore his short and chubby figure.

Otherwise, watching a little fat man who was no more than one meter tall wielding a bright silver halberd nearly two meters long, it was like a juggler on stilts on the street, and there were frequent mistakes......

It's still the kind of high-risk mistake that is full of dangers.

After wielding it, Mo Fan casually put the green dragon halberd on the weapon rack, and waited for a while to come back to retrieve it after the refining was over.

Anyway, this halberd has already been marked by him, and he is not afraid of being snatched away by others.

"Where did you go, so long!" Yun'er complained as she looked at Mo Fan who came from a distance, she almost thought that the other party had secretly run back to the dormitory to sleep again!

"Babble, I want you to take care of it!"

Mo Fan ignored the little crybaby, walked to a raised stone slab next to him, sat down, and teased the big ant on the ground.

"Hmph, if we weren't a group, I wouldn't bother to care about you!"

"I think you're afraid of a big centipede, and suddenly run out of your hand!" the little fat man gestured to the centipede he had seen on the girl's hand yesterday morning.

Not to mention, learn vividly, live like a dragon!

"I'm afraid that you will be late and I will be punished together!"

"Cut, I don't believe it!"

"You have to believe it!"

"Slightly~" Mo Fan grimaced at the other party, the whites of his eyes turned up, his head in his hands, and his tongue kept shaking!

Like a real hanged man.

After more than ten seconds, Mo Fan felt almost frightened, and after a while, he might scare the other party into crying, he retracted his grimace and looked at the little girl, only to find that there was suddenly no one in front of him!

Hey, what about Yun'er?

When I turned around, I found that not only Yun'er, but most of the people in the entire square were gone......!

In the distance, the gate of the majestic martial arts arena rumbled open from the inside, gradually revealing the mysterious and shocking martial arts platform inside!

The early morning sunlight penetrated through the window cornice, and I saw a huge platform of five zhang square rising on the ground, which was made of marble, pulling out angular shadows in the sunlight.

Behind the high platform, a huge wall divides the arena into two parts, and at this time, the inner door made of steel rumbles open, and a faint bonfire flickers inside the door, shining on the huge vat placed side by side, adding a bit of strange coldness.

The ghostly inner room is only separated by a wall from the sun-drenched stage, just like two worlds separated by life and death!

One side is the yang realm, and the other side is the underworld.

"Let's go, don't get in the way, little ghost!" a scolding voice came from behind Mo Fan.

"I'm afraid of being like this before I go in, it can't be peeing my pants, right?"

"Don't say it, I see him squatting on the ground!"

Hearing these rather malicious ridicules, Mo Fan returned to reality from the shock of the martial arts arena, he dropped the big ant that was just observing, jumped to catch up with the person who spoke before, jumped straight to the top of the two of them, and at the moment when the two of them didn't even react, the figure flashed, stepping on their heads and leaping forward several positions!

"I'm not afraid or anything, on the stage... See you soon!"

In the dull gaze of the two, a rather playful childish voice echoed in the field, and when they looked up, the owner of the voice had long since disappeared.

......

Relying on the advantage of his stature, Mo Fan shuttled through the gaps in the flow of people, but he squeezed into the martial arts arena in two minutes.

As soon as he entered the martial arts arena, his vision widened a lot, and the crowd dispersed along the martial arts platform, and it was no longer as crowded as when he entered the door, Mo Fan searched around, but he didn't see a single acquaintance, so he had to follow the crowd and continue to walk towards the inner room.

As soon as he arrived at the inner door, someone stopped Mo Fan, who were two tall and thin young men dressed in black, who looked like Lin Village's staff in charge of checking their identity.

"Little one, where's your jade plate?"

"What jade?"

Mo Fan was in a daze, suddenly patted his head, remembered what the old man who sent him to the dormitory yesterday said to him, and asked him to go to the table first to get the jade plaque as a proof of his identity after he got up in the morning!

Who would have thought that he slept too comfortably in one night, as if his body was trying to make up for the lack of sleep for half a year, he slept directly for a whole day and night, and when he got up, he was urged by Yun'er and completely forgot about it!

If it weren't for the gentle woman telling him that not sleeping every night and being active under the starlight would help repair his broken body, he wouldn't have agreed to the other party's night walk a hundred miles every night!

I wouldn't have slept to death last night because of catching up on sleep......

Although Mo Fan is only three years old, he is very aware of his physical condition. What Da Zhuang said about his body was true, such as the meridians were broken, the cave was destroyed, and the sea of qi was not visible. And not only that, the greater difficulty he faced was the shattering of his own spiritual platform.

He only remembered what happened when he was two years old when he woke up in the rabbit clan, and the first thing he saw was Gray Xiaonan, so he thought he was also a rabbit.

The days spent in the rabbit clan were carefree and happy.

He regretted knowing that he wasn't a rabbit. But whether active or passive, now that he knows, he wants to find his true identity, what kind of person was he before, and where is his most fundamental place in this world?

If he doesn't understand these questions, he will always be like a duckweed in the ocean, facing the endless waves surging in front of him, wandering, drifting, and restless.

So, he had to figure out who he really was. At least know who his parents were and how he was born into this world.

For this reason, the altar is the most crucial part!

He didn't know if he would ever be able to return to the Rabbit Clan. He realized that the word 'self' was on the 30,000-mile road, and at that time he had no way to turn back to the rabbit tribe, and there was no way to ask him how he appeared in the rabbit tribe.

For him, only when the altar is repaired can he reach into the deepest part of his spirit and find the past he didn't know.

This is the only way to understand oneself.

However, there is one thing that Da Zhuang said wrongly, he is not the dragon body of the calamity, and the so-called strong physical strength is just the only muscle and blood that support his body, and in order to ensure that he can still act like a person, he is forced to absorb the ancillary effects brought by the endless energy in his body.

It's scary to know this, even if one day the fragile balance will be broken, and at that time, will he be able to continue to live?

"Hey~Hey~?"

"In the absence of potatoes, I'm a sweet potato!"

A pair of hands shook in front of Mo Fan's eyes, bringing his thoughts back to reality, the little fat man shook his head, looked at the suspicious young man in front of him, and said in a low voice: "I came to the village yesterday and was brought back by Aunt Lin!"

He pondered his words as he groped for anything else that would prove his identity.

"Little guy, this set of words has already been made up just now!

"Be credible!"

"I ...... I'm real!" Hearing this, Mo Fan cried out for being wronged.

"This is also ......"

Just when the doorkeeper was about to say, "This word has also been used", a girl with a smile on the corner of her mouth came over, the person who came was still a child, but her body had grown extremely open, and her delicate little face flowed with a little charm, and a beautiful hanging eyebrows were like willow leaves with spring, conveying an indescribable feminine style.

She interrupted the guard with a wave of her hand, and said softly:

"He is indeed a villain who was personally brought into the village by Aunt Lin yesterday, so you can register it, no need to doubt it. ”

"Yes, Miss Linglong Pavilion!" the guards said respectfully.

Completely different from the playful attitude towards Mo Fan, when the two young men faced this charming little girl, their words were full of a kind of heartfelt respect, as if this weak woman had done something terrifying......

"Phew, the eyes are so big, it's not allowed to look at people at all!" Mo Fan rolled his grimace and muttered a few words, turned around and smiled at the girl next to him, and asked in a milky voice, "Who are you?"

"I'm Linglong. ”

Mo Fan was stunned in place, stunned for a few seconds, and the girl on the side seemed to see what he was thinking, and said softly: "Linglong Pavilion is named because of me." ”

"Hmm...... Hello, my name is Mo Fan, and the ink word house is named after me. ”

"Flutter," listening to Mo Fan deliberately imitate her self-introduction, the girl laughed, walked forward, and said without looking back, "Ink House, the spiritual liquid forging body is about to begin, hurry up!"

Forehead...... Who's real name is Moziya!

Mo Fan said in his heart, but the movements under his feet did not stop, and after thousands of turns in the water tank array, he finally found the forging vat prepared for him in the huge room.

Before he could walk in, a strange stench came to his face, and he couldn't smell it even if he took a step back, and this stench seemed to be spiritual, gathering five feet around the vat.

Mo Fan pinched his nose, jumped onto the wall of the cylinder, and bowed his head ruthlessly...... Drink it up with a bang!

"Isn't it just the spiritual liquid forging body, who is afraid of whom...!"

Suddenly a needle drop could be heard in the huge inner chamber, and only the sound of this sound echoed endlessly.

"Big brother," a grinning little boy soaking in the vat called out to the man beside him, in a strange tone that had never been seen before, "You see there's a fierce man with a true spirit liquid forging body over there......"

"Damn, there are more fierce people in the village, not the worse one!" The boy known as the eldest brother continued to fight to the death with the spiritual fluid in his tank, and did not look back.

"It's not...... You'll know when you look up!"

"Bastard, if I look up and see you're lying...... I...... Damn!" The eldest brother jumped up and almost kicked the water tank out, "Which divine dragon is the reincarnation of this horse!" Archbishop Montanielli is above, who wants to say that there is no dragon in Qi country, I am the first to reward him with two favorite big mouths, boy, I was just served by a dragon yesterday, and today I saw the reincarnation of a real dragon!"

"Big brother, you seem to have said something amazing...... You see, the elders over there are coming to educate you......"

"Damn, the wind is blowing!"

The eldest brother plunged into the vat, no longer paying attention to the pain of the bursts of spiritual fluid forging on his body.

Unexpectedly, the elder ignored him and walked straight to Mo Fan's forging vat.

"Well, it's hard to drink, I can't drink it...... Drink it later!" Mo Fan patted his bulging little belly, sat on the ground, and burped and said:

"How do you drink it...... Drink...... Fighting against the aura...!"

He looked around and saw what everyone called 'drinking the spiritual liquid forging body', and his eyes were suddenly blank, and he stayed motionless.

The elder walked over and touched his head, and said gently: "Ten years of Lingzhi and second-order demon cores are still not enough, the strength is insufficient, the true blood volume of the demon ape is really too small, do you have to double the hundred demon grass and the spirit rejuvenation fruit, hmm...... The gluttonous blood of the Four Realms can also drop two drops...!"

With a flick of his robe, he sprinkled countless exotic herbs into the vat, and at the same time spread his left hand into his arms, gently unscrewed a bottle, and carefully dripped two drops of green liquid into it.

The sound of blisters popping suddenly rumbled in the tank!

Mo Fan asked tentatively, "Grandpa, what is the green liquid you added......

"Oh, it's okay, it's apple juice, it's delicious!"

"In winter, the apples are ripe, it's time to be red!"

"I'm green apple juice. ”

"Damn, you're gluttonous blood!

Mo Fan shouted loudly and was about to jump up, but unexpectedly the old man easily grabbed his neck, and threw his backhand into the vat, and an ethereal voice slowly came from the side of the vat: "Little ghost, your physique is rare to see in a hundred years, and your muscles, bones, and blood have a hundred times the absorption capacity of ordinary people, although you can't practice Douqi spiritual power now, but you can exercise your body well, and over time, you will definitely be able to use humanoid weapons!"

"I'll top you immortal ......"

In mid-air, Mo Fan shouted out the only swear word he could say, which he had learned from Mr. Donkey.

Every time the old donkey kicks someone, he will yell out this sentence, which is majestic and righteous, and he will lose his fertility if he kicks the opponent with one blow.

It says that this is called eternal trouble, and it is three points better than cutting grass and eradicating the roots in the art of war.

What could be more vicious than letting an opponent live in the world without their children?

Mo Fan thought about the justice on the face of the old donkey, and fell into the tank, and then he fainted and sank to the bottom of the tank.

The blood of the four realms is too strong!

Without a seal, a drop of blood can transform all things and kill a thousand people.

Mo Fan fainted from the inhuman pain, and felt that it was a good thing that he could faint in pain...

In fact, the gluttonous blood is not terrible, and the blood of ordinary demon beasts in the four realms is still within the normal acceptable range, but the gluttony in the four realms is different...!

Because the Four Realms are a hurdle for the Divine Beasts, they are too strong in blood and are bound by heaven and earth countless times, and the Four Realms of Heaven are the most important of them. Stepping into the past to become a god and become holy, burning the mountains and boiling the sea, if you can't go over, you are just a stronger demon beast, after all, for a lifetime, the power of the bloodline is only one or two, and the inheritance of the divine beast is almost none!

And what kind of great power should the gluttony of the four realms that has crossed such a moat possess? It is not an exaggeration to say that it has the ability to devour the heavens and the earth.

Such a guy, you can imagine how far he has reached...... Even heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas can easily dissolve into the body!

Mo Fan was floating in such a sea of blood, sometimes awakened by severe pain, and then passed out in less than a breath, sometimes slapped vigorously, held on for a breath and then continued to pass out.

He was in pain.

He has never suffered much since he was a child.

I've eaten enough now.

Then, on this giant flower, which was tillered from the nourishment called pain, a little flower slowly poked out.

On the verge of the shattered spiritual platform, the sword qi in the sky continued to eat away at the old spiritual sea, and the lake and sea were unwilling to be swallowed by people, slapping out one after another huge waves, and the sword qi was constantly separating, but the weakness of the spiritual sea was so obvious, both sides in the battle knew that it would not be long before this sea would dry up.

It's like everyone knows that no matter how big the sea is, it's no bigger than the sky.

At this moment, an inconspicuous little flower reached into the spiritual platform, and the flower whiskers were pulled and swaggered under the huge force of the sword and the sea colliding violently.

It's small, so small that it's small compared to the sea and it's small to the sky.

This tiny flower has taken tender roots in the deep sea.

Then the heavens and the earth lit up by three minutes...... The stars are shining in the sky and the coast is full of green!

"What is greater than the sky is the human heart. ”

The consciousness at the bottom of the spiritual sea thought that it turned out that one sand and one world, one flower and one Sumeru were all true.

He underestimated Buddhism. Or in his eyes back then, the world was small.

He's big.

So big that a single sword can cut through a new era.

But it doesn't move people's hearts.

So he sank to the bottom of the sea.

There are fish on the bottom of the sea, and they like to swallow flowing clouds.