Chapter 61: Savior

The howling cold wind, the cold killing intent, the man in white who suddenly appeared when he was in danger, was simply regarded by Wei Mo as a lucky star.

Without him, Wei Mo really couldn't imagine what his outcome would be. But he knew that even if he couldn't beat Lin Lun, he would definitely not make Lin Lun feel better.

He subconsciously stretched out his steps and distanced himself from Lin Lun. Lin Lun, on the other hand, frowned, stared at the man in white for a few moments, and said in a deep voice: "Wei Tianke, it's you?!"

"Haha!" the man in white laughed heartily, "You finally recognized me, I haven't seen you for a long time, you can grow a lot taller than the last time you saw me." Well, the ability to bully people has also grown a lot. ”

Wei Tianke? Wei Mo was stunned for a moment, and in his impression, there seemed to be a person named Wei Tianke in the family.

Because of the past ten years, he has a weak sense of belonging to the family, and he doesn't care about anything, except for his cousin Wei Dingbo, there are almost no acquaintances, so he just remembers that there is such a person.

Wei Tianke blocked Wei Mo behind him, and smiled at Lin Lun: "Lin Sanshao, how about selling me face? Why bully a child?"

Although Wei Mo is taller and stronger, he is still quite different from the twenty-year-old Lin Lun.

After speaking, Wei Tianke's iron arm shook, and the powerful Xuan Force fluctuated. Standing more than a foot behind him, Wei Mo could feel the strong pressure.

The branches and withered grass on the ground that had fallen due to the fluctuation of Lin Lun's Xuan power were all restored to their original state, and the flying sand and rocks also subsided.

"What a strong Xuan Pressure!" Wei Mo was taken aback, looking at the gray Xuan Power fluctuations beside Wei Tianke, "Is this the strength of a second-order martial cultivator?"

"Hehe, it's really collusion!" Lin Lun's hairs stood up layer by layer, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and sneered, "You just protect the wild seed of the Wei family!"

After speaking, he cautiously walked away a few steps to the side, his eyes fixed on Wei Tianke, for fear that the other party would suddenly attack. When the distance was appropriate, he immediately turned around and ran wildly.

Those who know the times are handsome, so Lin Lun will not be stupid enough to challenge an invincible opponent.

Don't be kidding, a first-order sevenfold martial cultivator, let alone dealing with a second-order, even if it is against an eightfold one, there is no chance of winning, right?

From the first order to the fifth level onwards, with each small level of ascension, the gap in strength doubled. And the gap between the great realms is even more terrifying.

rushed out a few feet, and Lin Lun heard Wei Mo shout behind him: "Hey, your thing has dropped!"

He subconsciously turned back, but his footsteps did not stop. I saw a fist-sized stone whizz and thud, hitting him in the face with impartiality.

"Ahh

Lin Lun's head was swollen with an egg-sized bag, and his nose bleeded. Wei Mo threw it, but he didn't reserve any strength.

I saw that Lin Lun's head was smashed by a stone and he leaned back, sore and painful.

He was so angry that his face turned pale, but he was helpless. Damn, you actually suffered such a loss at the hands of this kid? Well, surnamed Wei, this young master and you are incompatible!

Lin Lun scolded secretly, turned his head and ran faster. When he had fled, those who hung on the trees and those who had fallen to the ground also got up and fled in a puff of smoke.

Wei Tianke waited until they left, then turned to look at Wei Mo, and said in surprise: "You are Xiao Mo, right?

Wei Mo touched the tip of his nose and smiled at him: "Uncle Tianke, hello, thank you for today." ”

When the cold wind blew, he found himself in a cold sweat, and the inner lining was attached to his body, cold and biting.

When the crisis was resolved, Wei Mo's heart returned to Qin'er, worried and smiling.

Wei Tianke asked curiously: "It's far enough from home here, what are you doing here?"

He knew Wei Mo's situation, in fact, the two had very little intersection before, if it weren't for Lin Lun saying the 'wild seed' before leaving, Wei Tianke wouldn't have recognized Wei Mo at all.

When he saw Wei Mo at this time, he was extremely shocked in his heart. In my impression, Wei Mo is an outcast who no one cares about, and he has never been taken seriously.

Sometimes Wei Tianke even wondered why his eldest brother Wei Tianyang was so indifferent to his own son when he cared for and cultivated him so much? Not only did he not want to save him, but he also allowed others to bully Wei Mo.

But now it seems that he has misunderstood Wei Tianyang. Wei Mo in front of him was in good spirits and had a strong breath, and from those flashing eyes, Wei Tianke could see his smart talent.

He invited: "Xiao Mo, come home with me." I have the iron-headed wolf horse given to me by my master, how about I feel it?"

If there was no Qin'er hanging on the matter, Wei Mo would definitely agree with great excitement, and even take the initiative to ask. But now, he just smiled and shook his head: "No, Uncle Tianke, I have other things to do." It's rare for you to come back, so go home!"

He knew that Wei Tianke was studying in a very distant place, and he could only come back to save his relatives once in four or five years.

Wei Tianke pursed his lips and smiled, nodded, and stepped forward to touch his hair: "Okay, you also have to go home early." When you meet Lin Lun and them again, don't worry too much. ”

The subtext is, if you can't beat you, you'll run!

Vemo understood this, of course, and he nodded vigorously. Wei Tianke then whistled, and the iron-headed wolf came running over. Only then did Vermo realize that it turned out to be a cripple.

The iron-headed wolf horse approached his master, affectionately pressed his head against Wei Tianke's palm, and let out a gentle neigh.

Wei Tianke turned over his horse in Wei Mo's envious eyes and waved at him: "Go home early!"

"Uh-huh, goodbye Uncle Tianke!" Wei Mo waved his hand, and when the other party was far away, he looked left and right, and walked towards the mountains and forests on the left.

Although the little fat man admitted that the copper money was spent on everything, it was all his trick to deceive people, but Wei Mo didn't think so.

Hundreds of waves hurting people is to block the muscles and blood, and the copper coin flower has a powerful effect of ventilation and blood, maybe it is really effective?

Qingxi Mountain in winter is extremely cold, especially when it is already afternoon, and there is no light here. From time to time, there were a few terrible bird cries in the forest, which seemed more and more secluded and terrifying.

The deeper you go, the harder the road becomes. Or rather, there is no road at all. Withered thorns crisscrossed before his eyes. This made every step of Wei Mo's journey very difficult.

He didn't encounter any magical beasts along the way, but Wei Mo didn't think it was a good thing. He is now in dire need of actual combat and practice.

As he walked, Wei Mo heard a snapping sound and looked back. The pitch-black burning stick that was originally pinned to his waist fell out of nowhere, and was hanging diagonally on the tip of the grass, swaying slowly.

He had a black line in his head: "I actually forgot about you." ”

It didn't look cute at all, but it could be used as a paver stick, wasn't it? Wemo wasn't a wasteful child, he stooped down to pick up the burning stick, wielding it to split the thorns in front of him.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Wei Mo searched for a long time, but found nothing. Just when he was in a hurry, he suddenly felt the stick in his hand pull, as if an invisible big hand grabbed the other end and snatched it with him.

Wei Mo was extremely surprised, and couldn't help but walk forward in the direction of the force.

The power led him to a withered old tree, the trunk of which was so thick that an adult could not hug him. The center was empty, probably struck by lightning, and there were scorched black marks all around.