After Mo Xian landed and stood firm, he turned to look at the birds fluttering in the air.

"Mentally retarded species!" Mo Xian clapped his hands.

The birds changed directions and rushed towards Mo Xian again, this time Mo Xian did not dodge, and he was not afraid in the face of these low-level creatures.

"Come!" Mo Xian whispered.

The birds rushed towards Mo Xian with a piercing call.

The light on Mo Xian's body actually converged on Mo Xian's fist, Mo Xian suddenly laughed, raised his hand and smashed it on the first bird.

I saw that the bird's entire head was dented by Mo Xian.

The skull exploded in an instant, and black-red blood spurted out, splashing Mo Xian's face.

At this moment, the floating window popped out again, and the cold and piercing mechanical sound sounded again.

"Successfully kill a Tier 1 Lost Eagle.

XP +2%

EP points +20..."

"Gone?" Mo Xian looked at these scarce experiences and EPs.

"One Mourning Eagle plus 2 percent experience, that is, in the words of this world, I still have to kill fifty of these Mourning Eagles to level up?" Mo Xian looked at it incredulously, and at the same time as he looked at the suspended window, the other two had already rushed in front of him, and before he could close the suspended window urgently, he flashed to the side.

"Sneak attack?" Mo Xian hurriedly got up and slapped off the weeds on his body.

"Then don't blame me!" After Mo Xian finished speaking, he began to chant the incantation.

At this moment, Mo Xian's palms were covered with white light, and this time the light was much more dazzling than the last time.

Those mourning eagles also turned around and charged towards Mo Xian again, as if they were not dying.

Mo Xian didn't think much about it, his hands clenched his fists involuntarily, and he waited for the mourning eagle to fly.

At this moment, the Mourning Eagle had already flown in front of Mo Xian, Mo Xian turned around and dodged the attack, and then jumped up and punched the Mourning Eagle in the back.

I saw that there was an extra pit on the back of the mourning eagle, and the pit was Mo Xian's fist print, and the mourning eagle fell to the ground.

The other mourning eagle was not spared, it was grabbed by Mo Xian with the feathers on its tail, and it pulled back violently to pull Mo Xian's face.

Mo Xian smiled evilly, and the other hand glowing with white light slammed into the head of the mourning eagle.

This mourning eagle was the same as the one that had just died, with a fist-sized pit on its head, and blood immediately burst out.

At this point, the floating window pops up again.

"Successfully kill a Tier 1 Lost Eagle.

XP +2%

EP points +20..."

"Kill only one? What about that one just now? ”

After Mo Xian finished speaking, he saw that although the one was seriously injured just now, its wings were still fluttering, Mo Xian stepped forward and kicked its claws, turned over and slammed its head on the ground, and after smashing it two or three times, the system reminded it again.

"Successfully kill a Tier 1 Lost Eagle.

XP +2%

EP points +20..."

Mo Xian then remembered that the one that had just been stuck in the grass was still alive, and he stepped forward and lifted his left foot on the head of the mourning eagle.

The white light slowly converged on the soles of Mo Xian's feet at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Mo Xian stepped on the head of the mourning eagle with a fierce kick.

All of a sudden, the dust was flying, and the soil in the meadow exploded.

"Successfully kill a Tier 1 Lost Eagle.

XP +2%

EP points +20..."

"It's so little experience." Mo Xian complained and left.

Mo Xian walked on the grass and had been bending over not knowing what he was looking for, when suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw a green grass.

There seemed to be some small white light flying around the grass, and Mo Xian immediately squatted down and uprooted the grass.

"Hahahaha! Spiritual Power Grass! Eating it will make me greatly increase my spiritual power during my cultivation! Mo Xian held the spiritual power grass in his hand and laughed.

Mo Xian immediately cleaned up the soil stuck to the spiritual power grass, put it in his pocket, and left humming a little song, his face full of happiness and joy.

Mo Xian walked to a pillar and sat down, and began to study the inexplicable system in his body.

He opened his profile.

"Name: Mo Xian.

Gender: Male.

Age: 20

Level: 0

Experience: 8%

EP point: 80

Skill Points: 0

Hidden Energy: 10%

Attack: 2

Speed: 3

Intelligence: 2

...”

Mo Xian looked at the information and found that in addition to experience and EP, only the intelligence column had changed.

"Intelligence 2 is also brain-dead." Mo Xian sighed.

Mo Xian also accepted the memory of this life to know the meaning of brain damage and system.

After all, there were no such things as computers and mobile phones in Mo Xian's previous life, where they only had mana and spiritual power.

Walking on the street, if you find a random person, the lowest may be a low-level Huailing person, where they are not a newborn are cultivators, and they are born with their own spiritual power, of course, except for a few waste firewood, no matter how hard he works, he may only be a low-level cultivator for the rest of his life, and some can only go to the high-level Huailing people.

After all, everyone's physique is different, and some people are born as low-level enlightened people, so they naturally take fewer detours.

Mo Xian was only a low-level cultivator when he was born, and he had been wandering around the stage of a medium-level Soul Hunter since he was in his fifties, and most of the other children (who were only adults at the age of a hundred in their fifties, and those in their fifties were equivalent to eleven or twelve years old on Earth) were already medium-level Soul Enlightened Beings in their fifties.

But Mo Xian never gave up his cultivation, so he had already reached the stage of a high-level battle spirit master before he died.

Mo Xian recalled the scene before he died, and the anger in his heart instantly filled his entire body.

Before his death, Mo Xian was negotiating with a rival family, and Mo Xian asked the rival family for a truce on behalf of his family.

However, the rival family did not take him seriously, and secretly sent someone to add something to the tea he drank, resulting in his spiritual power not being released during the war, and was caught and wiped out by the eldest son of the rival family.

When he died, his eyes were filled with hatred.

This led to his rebirth in this Mo Xian's body now.

Mo Xian escaped from the painful memories, and now he had to face this familiar and strange world alone.

The world seems to be advanced but backward.

Mo Xian stood up, only to feel that his stomach was empty and kept making noises.

Mo Xian began to look for food.

He felt that if he didn't have something to put on his stomach, he might starve to death in the streets.

However, he did not go far, only to hear the whirring breath again, and the earth began to tremble, like an earthquake.

"Warning! Attachments with high-level lifeforms appear. The emotionless mechanical voice came again.

"Again?" Mo Xian was a little nervous at the moment, he didn't know whether the high level mentioned by this system was the high level of the previous life or the high level of this life.

Mo Xian didn't think much about it, he just ran away, he had no goal or direction, he just knew that it was right to move forward.

It's right to move forward, which is a phrase that Mo Xian often says, and he often uses it to encourage himself.