The black mist was cold, overwhelming the sky, wrapping Wei Mo's head and body, unable to move.

In the fog of confusion, there seemed to be something shuttling, dense and silent. They were like black flying insects, constantly rushing out of the fog and burrowing into Vemo's body.

Suddenly, everything that had happened in the pit returned.

Lying on the bed, the lines on Wei Mo's chest began to glow red, his body temperature increased, and his complexion turned red, like a fire.

Just as Qin'er was cooking, Uncle Zhong came to call him for dinner.

"Young Master Mo, it's time to eat......" Uncle Zhong knocked on the door a few times, but when Wei Mo didn't answer, he tentatively pushed it open, and saw him lying on the bed with his legs drooping, "Why are you asleep, and you don't cover the quilt, how can it be good to catch a cold, and your body is already very weak." ”

Uncle Zhong muttered and stepped forward. But when he saw Wei Mo, who was red all over his body and looked like a roast suckling pig, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Young Master Mo, what's wrong with you, wake up!" Uncle Zhong subconsciously pounced on him and shook him.

Laugh at!

Wei Mo's body temperature was so high that Uncle Zhong's hot hands were blistering, and there was even a powerful force that bounced it away with a bang and slammed it into the cabinet.

Cracking sound!

The door of the cabinet was smashed, and Uncle Zhong fell into the cabinet.

He looked at Wei Mo in horror, and suddenly his gaze fell on his chest. The lines are so familiar and shining.

Uncle Zhong's memory was instantly pulled back to more than ten years ago.

"That's not ......," he was dumbfounded.

In the dream, Wei Mo was shocked by countless small black flying insects, which were pervasive and occupied almost his entire body.

These black dots or flying insects were still dishonest when they entered Wei Mo's body, desperately converging on his heart from all directions.

During the whole process, Wei Mo felt that his whole body was hot, his joints were sore, and his flesh and bones were about to melt.

He was scared and amazed and wanted to know very much what was going on. It didn't take long for Wei Mo to know, and in the dark, he saw a transparent book appear in the void.

The heavy work is suspended in the air, and the body of the book radiates a little starlight. Threads of light flowed from it and scattered everywhere.

When the book appeared, Wei Mo's body was restored. No, rather, it becomes extremely comfortable.

Previously, Wei Mo's body was extremely weak, and he was sick at every turn, especially in the cold winter, when he felt a chill every now and then. Therefore, he is also known as a medicine jar, and he often hears people cursing him: "Wild seeds, waste, and can't cultivate, I really don't understand why the patriarch still keeps him! Our Wei family, how can there be such a person!"

The harsh words were still echoing in his ears, but at this time, Wei Mo's feelings changed drastically.

It's like a newborn baby, without the slightest burden. The body becomes lighter and lighter, and the mood is relaxed.

Even in his sleep, Wei Mo could still feel that every breath of air he inhaled was so light and sweet.

The cold air before, inhaling into the nasal cavity would make him feel irritated and tearful, but now he is willing to eat.

The strange changes that had taken place in his body made Wei Mo extremely excited.

He pedaled, and in a trance, he seemed to float. Vermo struggled to stay on top of the book.

He reached out and flipped through it, and the brilliant starlight flowed into his hand, and the warmth was wonderful.

The book has many pages and is almost as big as anyone else. He wanted to turn a page, but the pages were as thin as a cicada's wings, but they were as heavy as a mountain.

Fortunately, this was a dream, and Wei Mo finally turned the page with great effort. I looked expectantly, but I was stunned.

The pages of the book are also starry, densely packed with pictures and words. He could read the pictures, but he didn't know any of the words. And the pictures are also vague and can't be seen clearly.

He went and flipped the next page, page after page. Strange to say, every time he reads it, it is so difficult, but he never gets tired of it.

And, every time he turned the page, Wei Mo felt a little warmer in his abdomen.

When he finished the whole book, although he didn't know anything about the content of the book, he saw that there was a glimmer of light in his abdomen.

It was a ball the size of a pigeon's egg.

"Martial arts, martial veins ???"

Vemo was shocked.

In the Galaxy Continent, martial arts cultivation is king.

The foundation of becoming a martial cultivator is to condense the martial veins, so that the power accumulated over time and cultivated can be transformed into Xuan power.

Xuanli is the sword and battle suit of a martial cultivator, without Xuanli, all efforts are equal to zero.

What Wei Mo encountered before was such an embarrassing situation. He couldn't condense the martial arts, let alone transform the Xuan power, so at the age of fourteen, he was not even as good as his cousin Wei Dingbo, who had a low IQ.

In a big family like the Wei family, as the son of the patriarch, if he can't cultivate, it is a shameful existence.

Over the years, has he received less white eyes? Only Uncle Zhong and Sister Qin have taken good care of him.

Huge surprises and doubts shook Wei Mo's mind in turn, and the void then rolled up with a storm, and the pages of the book rattled and disappeared without a trace. And Wei Mo also felt his body fall, falling from the void.

The feeling of falling was so terrifying that Wei Mo suddenly opened his eyes and rolled over and sat up.

He didn't realize that his body was so flexible, like a monkey, jumping up and sitting still. I only noticed that Uncle Zhong and Qin'er on the other side were staring at him.

Qin'er's eyes were wide and his face was full of horror, and Uncle Zhong's face was gloomy, thoughtful, and his eyes were sometimes surprised, sometimes happy and relieved.

"Young Master Mo, are you okay?" Qin'er's anxious face was red, her eyes were moist, and her hands were trembling.

Although she is only two years older than Wei Mo, Qin'er has always taken care of Wei Mo and assumed the role of mother and sister. If Wei Mo has three strengths and two weaknesses, how can she live?

Uncle Zhong was much calmer, he pulled his daughter: "Shhh, go out first." ”

"But Dad, young master, he ......" Qin'er still wanted to stay and take care of Wei Mo, but was forcibly pulled out by her father.

Wemo was the only one left in the room.

He didn't have time to tell Sister Qin and Uncle Zhong what happened to him, he just felt that it should be like this, so he quickly sat down cross-legged, holding his hands on his abdomen, feeling the growth of the martial vein.

Although it is still very small and weak, it is a martial vein after all!

The power in the muscles and muscles all turned into spring water, bubbling into the martial veins, turning into little by little mystical power. Before I saw it, the ball was gradually filled with mystical power.

And Wei Mo's body quickly dried up at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

He felt overwhelmed, and a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead. secretly said in his heart: "Oh no, I was weak in the past, and my physical savings were insufficient. Forcing myself to cultivate, but there is no tonic medicine to replenish the body, what should I do?"

Martial cultivators improve their physical strength through daily hard cultivation, and these powers are transformed into Xuan power through the cultivation of exercises, which can be used in battle and to improve their strength.

The so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, the daily cultivation of martial arts cultivation is too hard, and the consumption of the body is huge, so it is natural to need tonic. Without the added elixir, it is impossible to achieve martial arts.

And what Wei Mo lacks the most is this.