"Come on, let my uncle see what you are capable of, I also want to see what is wonderful in my Mo family's true biography, Mo boy, come with me!" Moshan Moshi, you take people around to take a look, if there are sneaky scattered families, they will all be expelled! ”

After Mo Sanshu smiled bitterly, his eyes flashed, and he said loudly to Mo Cheng heroically, and at the same time, a sense of the owner's demeanor was undoubtedly revealed, and the honest and steady character collapsed instantly for a while.

"Good!" Mo regret responded loudly, and at the same time, his figure quickly followed.

Mozhuang martial arts field, midnight.

The two figures stood opposite each other dozens of feet apart, looking at each other with solemn expressions.

Mo Sanshu looked at it for a while, and made the first move, and was directly defeated by a heavy intention under the momentum just now, but it was too early to defeat with this word.

In his early years, he learned to be the way of ten thousand flowers, the so-called charming eyes of ten thousand flowers, and the way of reality in the void, so as soon as he made a move, he only saw the figure of a person, like a thousand flowers blooming, charming eyes, killing intent is scattered but not condensed, but there is a pure breath hidden in the middle, only so that you can't guard against it.

You are blooming from thousands of flowers, I am not moving, I do not regret not moving like a mountain, stepping on both feet, posing out of the mountains and rivers palm of the hand, the mountains and rivers are endless.

The mountains and rivers do not have the true meaning, and the wind and clouds automatically start the real machine.

I saw a dark yellow qi machine triggered, and Mo Regret's body was as prohibitive as a mountain.

However, the move has been issued, how can there be any reason to take it back, this hand of ten thousand flowers is already the highest martial art that Mo Sanshu can use without using his bloodline.

He didn't plan to keep his hand from the beginning, but he saw that thousands of flowers were blooming, but the opposite side seemed to have turned into a big stone, which made people unable to start, and Mo Sanshu's eyes flashed.

Hearing the roar of a yak ox, his strength and speed soared, and the ten thousand flowers seemed to merge into one flower with an independent root, pouring all his strength into his feet, and trying to drill through the stone with the skill of breaking the surface.

However, Mo regret just started his hand, but there was no other action, his eyes had a yellow qi flowing, and the other party's every move was in his eyes, seeing the other party make a kick, he also made a punch.

This punch is like a shock, like a mountain rock exploding, the power is fierce and unstoppable, and the violent vitality gathers in the flesh fist, as if with the power of ten thousand jun under the blessing of mountains and rivers.

The fists and feet intersected, and I saw that Mo Sanshu was directly shocked out, and he immediately lay on the ground and couldn't move.

The violent force made his leg directly swollen like a leg, and the pain made him gasp constantly, but there were no terrifying words, and his eyes were full of joy, Mojiazhuang, saved! He didn't know that what he had done before was just to slow down the time of the family's demise.

But this time, his temptation had boosted his confidence, and he was already expecting the Fang family's envoy to come soon.

Mo regretted punching out, and at the last moment, he almost retracted part of his strength, otherwise the owner would have been seriously injured if he didn't die this time, and this punch also made him see his strength.

Even if the ninth order of the Yuan Spirit was in front of him at this moment, he was not afraid, his mind flashed, he quickly rushed to the uncle of the villager, and looked at him guiltily, he still shot too hard.

"Don't get in the way, this time Mo boy, you must make a name for ourselves in the Mo family when you go to Nangong Mansion. Also, my uncle still has to worship ...... I'll entrust you with one thing. Mo Sanshu's face was a little red, but under the cover of the night, there was nothing abnormal.

It's just that the tone is quite embarrassed, which makes Mo regret wonder in his heart, is there something unspeakable about the owner of the village.

"The owner of the village, please say, this will be done." Mo regret said.

"Call me uncle, this time you go to Nangong Mansion, you will pass through a medium mountain called Wanhua Mountain, there is a Wanhua Palace in it, if you can, go in and visit, see if you can find a woman named Qiu Ying, she should be an elder of the outer gate now, after seeing her, give her this handkerchief, and say sorry to her."

Mo Sanshu took out a white handkerchief from his arms and carefully handed it to Mo Cheng, Mo Cheng took the handkerchief, his eyes were still on it, which showed that the affection was quite deep.

"Don't regret it!" He said heavily.

"Uncle believes you, if it weren't for me, your grandfather would already be the owner of Mozhuang, and he wouldn't have died, do you have a pimple in your heart?" Mo Sanshu sighed and asked, I don't know if this sincere child will forgive him, he always feels guilty in his heart.

Mo regret hesitated for a while, and said: "No blame, the old owner of the village chose the uncle, that is the uncle, the grandfather, as a few people in the village, naturally wants to come forward for the village, only blame that Fang Zhuang deliberately led out the demon beast at the level of the owner...... This account must be counted on Fang Zhuang's head! ”

Mo regretted said, a murderous intent poured out in his heart, who said that the young man must be sincere, he wanted to tell his uncle his truth, the young man had to be decisive!

The killing machine is surging, and Mo Sanshu on the ground was shocked by this killing machine, but he didn't expect that he just mentioned it, and this child gave birth to a killing intent, is this violent or what?

He didn't dare to think about it, but said: "Although the Fang family deserves to die, but this is the truth of survival in this world, the weak eat the strong, don't regret that although you have been blessed by the ancestors, after all, you are still too weak, and you need to be very careful in your actions." ”

"Don't regret it, uncle, please rest assured to recuperate." Mo regretted hearing this, so he put away his killing intent and restrained his slightly inflated thoughts.

At this time, Mo Shan, who had returned from patrolling the mountains in the distance, also came over, exchanged two sentences with Mo Cheng, and then quickly picked up Mo Sanshu and healed.

Time flies and another month has passed, and the day of the signs of Linnan Palace Mansion is getting closer and closer.

Unconsciously, his perception had expanded to the entire Mozhuang, and he saw the excitement of the mountain when the group of children were practicing, because the vitality poured into the ground, making the sleeping mountain active.

He felt the joy of the mountain, and he also gave birth to a feeling of joy, and the artistic conception of his body became stronger and stronger, and his power was also doubled.

The time is getting closer and closer, and the messenger of Dafangzhuang is finally here, the owner of the village is to force this Mo Zhuang to death, as for why, he doesn't know, anyway, when he came, he was arrogant, no one in his eyes, even when Mo Sanshu politely talked to him, he was also ignorant and full of posture.

Since this is the case, Mo Sanshu is not giving him face, he will hang him there when he finds a vacancy, and he will toss with him, and this messenger, when he saw that he dared to hang him here, he was immediately angry, what is it, a dying Xiaozhuang also dares to be so arrogant, and he will immediately turn over the table to do things.

But then he was sweating profusely, and a killing machine shrouded him, so that he didn't dare to act rashly, and he didn't dare to move when he sat there, which didn't force others to die, but he was going to die, this kind of business was not worth it, so he went back to make a small report and waited for the big owner to decide.

In this way, it was not until ten minutes of sunset that the messenger felt that the murderous aura disappeared, and as soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a young man coming in at the door, tall and tall, with eyes like flat waves, and he looked ordinary, but when he looked at himself, he felt a terrifying aura rise from the bottom of his heart.

Hiss......! This man is unusual!