Chapter 3: Rites of Passage

The Ink Spirit Spring, which originally radiated brilliance, was freezing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly there was a light snow in the sky, and then the snow grew heavier and heavier, and the peaks were covered with a thick layer of frost.

His cheeks were crimson, and his red lips moved slightly: "Hmph!"

I saw a wave of ice attack the ice fountain as she raised her hand.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the ice burst open, and she hooked her index finger forward, and a huge ice cube flew out of the ice fountain, among which the bare-bottomed teenager showed a diving posture, and his face was full of fear.

Her gaze fell, and then her crimson cheeks became delicate, the brilliance between her eyebrows flashed, and her little heart fluttered.

She hurriedly turned her head, and with a finger of her hand, a huge ice block smashed towards the ground, like an ice-blue meteorite, and the moment it approached the ground, the ground cracked layer by layer!

"Boom!" A loud sound like thunder shook the entire mountain forest.

I saw sand and stones mixed with snowflakes flying one after another, and the ice cubes seemed to be embedded in the ground, half of which was exposed to the surface.

The girl clutched her hands to her chest, and breaths of white gas exhaled from between her red lips, and the majestic thing of the young man in the ice kept coming to her mind.

Teeth bit her lips lightly, her face was hot like a fever, she snorted coldly, the white wings behind her fanned, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

The dawn of dawn lifts the light veil of night, spits out the brilliant morning light, and ushers in a new day.

Outside the Fenghuo Hall of the Mo family, people come and go.

"Today is the rite of passage for that waste, I didn't expect so many people to come. ”

"That waste has occupied all kinds of heavenly treasures for almost eighteen years, and everyone wants to see him driven to the shop with their own eyes!"

"Every day, he has a cold eye on everyone, and his mouth is still poisonous, I really want to see him kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy and crawling away from the Phoenix Fire Palace!"

"Shhhhh

Mo Hai took a sturdy step and sat in the center of the Phoenix Fire Palace, and on his left was the second patriarch Mo Kun.

Mo Feng pulled Mo Lin from the door to the middle of the field, looking at the empty seat on the right side of Mo Hai, his heart was very angry, and he hit the stone wall next to him with a punch.

"Mo Yu, it's time for you to teach him a lesson today!" Behind Mo Feng, a veiled woman, dressed in a white filial piety robe, was very eye-catching among the clansmen.

Mo Feng looked at her godless eyes and slightly shaking head, and his heart became a little more angry: "Okay!

"Second brother, hasn't Brother Mogu come back yet?" Mo Lin's eyes were full of hatred, and the slap in the face yesterday was still vivid.

"Do you need a big brother to clean up that little bastard?" don't worry, the second brother will definitely avenge you today!" Mo Feng touched Mo Lin's head and said.

"Anyway, it's all three poles in the day, why hasn't this little bastard come yet!" Mo Feng stared at the door, and kept rubbing his fists, eager to immediately press Mo Jiuli to the ground and rub it.

At noon when the scorching sun was in the sky, the wind did not blow, the birds did not call, the beasts did not move, and the ravine was as silent as death.

"Acher!"

After a night of frost, the mountain behind the Mo family finally ushered in the first sound of the second day, only to see a ray of sunlight shining on his eyebrows, and then the flames came out and climbed the entire ice, and in a blink of an eye, the ice turned into a puddle of water.

He was bare-assed, with his hands folded around his chest, and he was sneezing incessantly.

pouted his little ass in the snow, and then groped for a while, took out his cold pants, and when the pants tightened the little brother, he was full of excitement, and "Ache" twice.

On this hot summer day, a teenager wearing only pants runs through the snow. Suddenly, he stopped, pouted his ass, and groped on the ground again. Then he laughed, pulled out a white robe from the snowdrift, shivered, and draped it on.

At this time, in the Fenghuo Palace, everyone was already impatient, many of them had already left, and the rest of the people were sitting on chairs, playing Hache, and some of them were directly sitting cross-legged on the ground, and they began to cultivate.

"Duck, it's noon!

"Oh yes, why am I asleep! Can anyone tell me if that shit is over?

"Hehe, isn't this shrunken turtle afraid!"

However, just as everyone was talking, there was a sudden sound at the door.

I saw one side of his small face, his hair flickering, and the ice on his white robe shimmering dazzlingly in the sun.

Lift your robe, cross the threshold, and leave a footprint with every step!

"It's finally here!"

The commotion from the audience made Mo Hai, who was resting with his eyes closed in the hall, open his eyes, nodded at the oncoming Mo Jiuli, and then said loudly: "Mo Jiuli is eighteen years old and is ready to hold a coming-of-age ceremony." The rules are very simple, the challenger challenges the adult, if the strength is different, the adult has the right to refuse, the adult wins and gets the baptism of phoenix fire, if he loses, he will be sent to the Mo shop. ”

As soon as Mo Hai's voice fell, Mo Feng couldn't wait to rush to the center of the Wind and Rain Palace, he pointed at Mo Jiuli and said, "Mo Jiuli! You shrunken turtle, you're finally here! Hurry up, the fight is over!"

Mo Jiuli pursed his lips and looked at Mo Feng with a frown: "Are you mentally retarded, why do you think that I, a two-star spirit person, would accept your challenge as a five-star spirit person!"

"This!" Mo Feng, who was tall and tall, was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Mo Jiuli, you are a turtle grandson, you will accept my challenge if you have a kind, otherwise you will be ......."

"What's it?" A deep voice came from Mo Feng's ears, he looked back, only to see Mo Hai looking at him coldly, scared his spine, hurriedly took two steps back, and muttered: "If you don't accept it, you won't accept it......"

"Who's to say I won't accept it?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Feng, who had just jumped off the high platform, was dumbfounded, he looked at Mo Jiuli in a daze, and then became furious: "You are fooling me?"

"What are you doing?" The faint smile on the corner of Mo Jiuli's mouth made Mo Feng's chest rise and fall with anger!

Mo Feng didn't say anything more, jumped back to the high platform again, and threw a fist at Mo Jiuli's ceremonial hug, and then his body rushed over like a cannonball.

"I'll go, this speed is terrifying! I'm afraid Mo Feng didn't break through, right?"

"This Mo Jiuli is stupid, isn't it? Why don't you hide yet!"

Seeing that Mo Feng's thick body was about to hit Mo Jiuli, he still didn't move.

Mo Feng's speed became faster and faster as he ran, and the moment he got close to Mo Jiuli, he moved!

His body suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only an afterimage, Mo Feng's pupils shrank, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his instinct was to turn around and block!

"Yellow Rank Intermediate Martial Arts, Lithification!"

"Yellow Rank low-level martial arts, Spiral Sword!"

The two voices sounded at the same time, and I saw that a thick layer of rock condensed on Mo Feng's arm, and with a "ding" sound, the iron sword actually rolled the blade directly!

Mo Jiuli raised his eyebrows, and was secretly shocked in his heart by the lithified ability, and at the same time, his palm released the hilt, and his index finger and thumb pinched the upper and lower ends of the hilt, and then twisted violently!

The bladed sword spun and spun faster and faster, like a drill, and struck at the ink wind again!

"Zizi ......"

The tip of the sword pierced into the lithified arm, spun quickly, and sparks were drilled!

Mo Jiuli's right hand quickly rotated the iron sword, and then his left hand was slammed on the back of his right hand, pushing forward fiercely!