The wind was howling, and inside the dilapidated stables, no one knew what Wemo was going through.

"You know ...... by looking at me like that," the voice cleared its throat and continued in a deep tone.

"Whew!" Wei Mo scoffed.

"Huh, what?" the guy asked, unhappily interrupted.

"I have the ability to show up, so I can see your appearance!" Wei Mo picked his nose.

Although he couldn't see his appearance, Wei Mo imagined that he must be frowning and his eyes were burning now.

Because, when Wei Mo heard the void, he couldn't stop swallowing and exhaling, trying his best to endure.

Seeing that the other party was angry like this, Wei Mo was also satisfied.

"Okay, I'm not going to talk to the yellow-mouthed kids! I'm going to talk about this game now, let's call it a bet. content, is to bet on your strength. The other party said.

"Bet on my strength?" Wei Mo smiled, "My strength grows on me, whether it is high or low, I'm afraid you don't count it." ”

"Hehe, I don't think so, for a period of three years, I bet that your strength will not exceed the third order. "That's human.

Wei Mo rolled his eyes, isn't this nonsense?

Three years, three orders? That's not a first-order triple, it's three great realms!

One heavy mountain, one order and one heavy sky. Wei Mo knew from the ancient books that the reason why the martial arts predecessors divided the martial arts into nine realms was to take the meaning of the nine heavens.

Wei Mo had heard that the man who was called his father had reached the early stage of the third order. And Wei Tianyang is a genius that has not been encountered in the entire Qinghua Town for a hundred years.

He practiced martial arts at the age of three, reached the first order at the age of ten, stepped into the second order at the age of fifteen, and reached the third order before the age of thirty.

It is precisely because of Wei Tianyang's talent and strength that the Wei family, which was originally at the bottom of the three major families, has jumped to the top of the list. The forces of Qinghua City have maintained a delicate balance.

You must know that the old man of the Lin family is also the patriarch of the previous generation, and until he abdicated, he has just entered the third order. And the old man of the Wei family has never stepped into the threshold of the third order in his life.

It was Wei Tianyang, who had not made a breakthrough in the more than ten years since he reached the third order.

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain, the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, and the difficulty of cultivation increases by dozens or even a hundred times the terrifying amplitude.

So, when Wei Mo heard the other party say this, he felt that he was simply opportunistic, did he make such a bet? It's just treating others as idiots, right?

What's more, Wei Mo knew that he was now a waste martial cultivator who had lost his martial veins again!

He sneered, in fact, he laughed at himself, but he was caught by the man as a handle.

"Do you believe it?" means you've decided to bet on 'you'll be able to step into the third order in three years?' the man asked playfully.

Wei Mo thought about it, and it seemed that this was the case. He rubbed his nose and nodded, "Probably." "After all, he is young and frivolous, and he does not admit defeat.

"Okay, we've all decided on the direction, let's place our bets. "That's human.

His tone was almost as loose as Wei Mo's, but his rank was much higher than his. His ramblings are full of the vicissitudes of life after the years, and the shrewdness after reading all things.

It's a pity that Wei Mo is too young at this time to understand what is behind this casual tone. I don't know what kind of existence his opponent is.

"If I win, you're going to give me your life. If you win, you can also make a request to me, whatever you want. He spoke quickly, "That's it!"

Wei Mo sweated slightly: "Do you like to gamble with others so much?" He didn't realize what was happening.

In fact, just as the man's last words landed, the mark on his chest burned like fireworks again.

Rumble!

Wei Mo heard the sound of flames bursting, and felt that his body was like firewood poured with hot oil, and the moment it encountered the open flame, it instantly burned violently. Then, the void in his body, the mist shrouded in the spiritual veins was dispersed by the heat wave that rolled up.

The rumbling torrent surged between the spiritual veins and the broken martial veins. The light blue streamer rushed to the martial veins along the '8'-shaped circuit, impacting and infiltrating.

Boom, boom, boom!

Wei Mo felt his abdomen, half cold and half hot, the feeling of ice and fire tormenting him. He gritted his teeth desperately to bear it, but his heart was ecstatic. He knew that the martial veins were recovering quickly under the action of spiritual power.

"I only know that spiritual cultivators are powerful, it turns out that they can be so powerful......! Alone in me?" Wei Mo said to himself.

The martial veins recondensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with a bang, the three Dan Xuan forces were suspended around the martial veins, and the stars surrounded them like moons. And within the martial vein, the abundant Xuan Power is rapidly gathering. The same situation happened in the spiritual veins.

The two veins of Lingwu are all condensing the power of the new Yidan! A breakthrough is imminent!

"Okay, good, good!" Wei Mo was overjoyed, "Damage my martial arts, hurt the people around me, no matter who you are, wait for me now!"

"Boy, I've been watching you for the past few days. If you sink and languish like this, hum~ It's okay, you're angry. Today I'll help you, remember, the three-year covenant. When the time comes, if you can't reach the third order, I'll come and get it back!"

Wei Mo, who was excited, chuckled inexplicably in his heart. Half joy, half worry. Three years, three orders, the task is heavy and the road is short!

Whoa!

In the dark, Wei Mo seemed to hear the sound of the pages turning, and the starlight quietly spread. In the bright starlight, a heavy book hung above the spiritual veins.

The last time he had seen a tome, he had struggled to turn a page, and he couldn't read it at all. But this time, without too much effort, he saw a few large ink characters on the title page, and he could actually read and understand it-Galaxy Classics.

I didn't have time to read it carefully, and the full martial veins erupted, and a new Yidan Xuan Power condensed out. The tremendous force washed over his limbs, making him feel refreshed, and every pore was filled with a sense of power.

Xuanli rushed, and a wind blew out from him, and the fence that covered the stables was blown up, crackling and crackling. The roof of the stable, which could not withstand this force, was overturned with a breath.

Uncle Zhong and Qin'er, who were sleeping soundly, were awakened by the sudden sound and the influx of cold currents, and looked around in horror.

"What's going on?" Qin'er panicked, and saw Wei Mo at a glance.

Shrouded in starlight and light blue streamers, he looked pleasant and confident, and his body was covered with a faint light, dazzling and muscular.

The eyes of the two fathers and daughters widened more and more, looking at this surprising but incredible scene in front of them, they thought they were in a dream.

Wei Mo took a deep breath, reined in his spiritual and mystical powers, opened his eyes and stood up. At this time, he is completely different from before, and the whole state is the best moment in his fourteen years of life.

He glanced down at Uncle Zhong and then at Qin'er, both of whom were dumbfounded. Wei Mo had a faint smile on his face, so calm and unhurried, with a mature demeanor that was not commensurate with his age.

Qin'er looked at it, stupid, and her face was slightly red. Uncle Zhong could barely see his daughter's expression, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Daughter, he's not the man you can get......"

The wind blew the corners of Wei Mo's clothes, and he forced his ragged clothes to wear the style of brocade clothes.

He smiled slightly, staring at Qin'er, and suddenly the smile on his face was replaced by a grinning and squeezing eyebrows, and the style of painting changed dramatically.

"Sister Qin'er, Uncle Zhong, I'm sorry to wake you up!" Wei Mo touched the back of his head with a grin, "But there is good news......"