The cultivation of techniques made Mo Neng feel happy, more interested, and constantly tried various changes.

At this time, the fingers of Mo Neng's hands were flying, the cards were still flying, in front of Mo Neng's body, on a book placed in the box, his right hand was still controlling the cards, and his left hand was skipping, and the book was still lying there steadily.

However, Mo Neng's left index finger and seed had already pinched out a letter in the book, and a hole in the shape of a letter appeared on one of the pages.

At the same time, looking at the intact box, it has slowly collapsed. Mo couldn't open his palm, only to see a few nails in his palm.

It turned out that Mo Neng completed two actions, taking the letters and pulling the nails, taking the letters did not damage the other pages in the book, pulling the nails, causing the box under the book to collapse.

What an amazing trick! Mo Neng's completion as fast as the wind, and the incredible control of the strength in his hands is the most brilliant part of the technique cultivation.

As long as the cultivation time flies quickly, today's cultivation results are good, seeing that the sun has set, and the time to go back is almost up, Mo Nengcai reluctantly left the room.

As soon as he returned to the shade cave, Mo Neng told Uncle Wu and Uncle Mule about today's cultivation situation, and he looked like he was offering treasures.

Seeing that Mo Neng wanted to show off, the two looked at Mo Neng with interest, and when they heard that Mo Neng was practicing today, the old mule took out a small bag, held it in his hand, and said to Mo Neng: "Come and see your results today."

Before the words fell, Mo Neng's hand shadow flashed in front of the old mule's eyes, and before the old mule's eyes turned, the small bag in his hand was no longer there.

Yes! The old mule called, "You rabbit cub, this doesn't count, I didn't even say the beginning!" Then he looked at Mo Neng viciously."

Mo Neng looked at the old mule aggrievedly, pouted, and said, "Okay, wait for you to start!"

"Huh! You're not happy! Uncle, I surrendered my identity to play with you, are you still not happy? See if I don't shoot you to death! The old mule said teasingly.

I saw that the old mule clenched the bag tightly before he began to say to Mo Neng: "Okay! Begin. ”

The old mule couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Hmph! With the strength of my knife, even the copper tendons and iron bones of the Ming Beast King were cut all over my body by me, hehehehe! Boy, you've got you covered. ”

As soon as the thought rose from his heart, before he could finish it, he felt a numbness in his wrist, and the old mule's eyes saw that Mo Neng had got the small bag in his hand again.