Looking at Shang Hu, who was fierce, those cold-eyed bystanders began to sympathize with Zhang Mochen a little, but they were soon replaced by distorted pleasure.

He Da stretched out his hand to pull it, but Zhang Mochen had already walked to the center of the venue, and the matter had come to this point, and he could only watch it hard, this division was Shang Hu's final say after all.

Zhang Mochen trembled, his eyes were timid, his eyes were closed, he didn't dare to look directly, crushing Shang Hu would not be much more difficult than crushing an ant, but he still resisted the impulse, it was not appropriate to make a disturbance when he first arrived.

Zhang Mochen's 'benevolence' made Shang Hu even more carried away, and his fat palm actually made a sound of bone rubbing, boy, if you are unlucky, who made you He Da's cousin.

"Don't say that Lao Tzu bullied a child, everyone can see clearly, Lao Tzu didn't urge Yuan Li!" Shang Hu Zheng said casually.

"The steward keeps his promise, and we admire him immensely!"

"That's right, we're all looking at it, and we don't have any Yuan Force!"

.......

There are sycophants everywhere, it seems that there is still a lot of Tebido in the family, there was a snapping sound of sycophants, Zhang Mochen laughed in his heart, can he still act a little more fake? Can he be more shameless?

"Boy, are you ready?" Shang Hu shouted, his right arm was raised to shoulder level, like a strong bow full, this punch even used the strength to eat, it seemed that Zhang Mochen must be killed.

Standing on his shoulders and turning sideways slightly, Zhang Mochen closed his eyes tightly and nodded, looking scared.

"Shang is in charge, for the sake of the younger brother's young age, please be merciful to your subordinates!" There was no other way to do it, He Da endured his anger and gave a respectful salute.

"Don't worry, Captain He, I know it in my heart!" Shang Hu said with a smile, but how vicious this smile was, he trampled the ground out of a shallow pit and rushed fiercely after a loud drink.

Shang Hu is really moving, He Da's cheeks trembled, and his heart trembled, not to mention Zhang Mochen, he himself was punched, and he would definitely not be able to get out of bed for ten days and a half months.

Fluttering the knife, He Da was about to make a move to stop it, but Shang Hu's fist was too fast, and it had already slammed into Zhang Mochen's chest impartially.

'Smack!'

A huge muffled sound, and under the eyes of the audience, Zhang Mochen crossed an arc in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground, and then rubbed the ground and rolled out more than ten meters before stabilizing his retreat.

Biting the tip of his tongue and spitting blood, Zhang Mochen's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground. Looking at the embarrassed body on the ground, except for He Da and the others, the rest of the people were excited.

He Da rushed over with an arrow step and directly tore the layer of sheepskin, but when he saw only a red fist mark on his dirty chest, his brows couldn't help frowning, but it was fleeting.

"This kid turned out to be a parallel import!"

"The steward is mighty!"

In the sound of sycophants, Shang Hu also frowned inadvertently, this punch he was ready to kill Zhang Mochen, but when the fist hit his chest, it felt like hitting a piece of hard iron, however, seeing Zhang Mochen vomiting blood and falling to the ground, disdain and arrogance soon appeared on his fat pile.

"Captain He, I'm sorry, I only used three points of strength, I never thought that your cousin would be so unresistant, carry the corpse away!"

Showing a meaningful look at He Da, Shang Hu flicked the dust on his cuffs and turned to leave, however, his feet stopped in place before he could take a step.

"Wait, he's got some breath!"

He Damu let out a loud shout, then picked up Zhang Mochen with both hands, and strode into the mansion, without even looking at the former when he passed by Shang Hu.

Those sycophants were all stunned and speechless, they knew the relationship between Shang Hu and He Da, and they also knew the power of Shang Hu's punch, a beginner Yuan Master actually failed to kill a little Huazi, it was unbelievable.

Shang Hu's face was also a little ugly, but the gamble was made by him, and he couldn't break his promise in front of so many people, so when He Da squeezed past him with the unconscious Zhang Mochen in his arms, he didn't stop it except for the gurgling of his fists in his sleeve robe.

With a hard flick of his robe, Shang Hu walked towards the street by himself, he should have gone to the old place to vent.

The protagonist left the scene, the closing was closed, and everyone dispersed unwillingly, and they couldn't see what a big ugliness they couldn't see, and they were indignant.

After some tossing, the sky had already darkened, and in a slightly humble wooden house, a few figures swayed in the wind with candles shining on the walls.

Slowly injecting Mu Yuanli into Zhang Mochen's body, the beads of sweat on He Da's face condensed, and after a long time, he withdrew the palm on his chest and sprinkled some external medicine.

"Big brother, is the little mute okay?"

Getting up and moving his muscles a few times, He Da looked at the flickering face again, frowning slightly.

"Something strange!"

Looking at He Da's puzzled expression, several team members cast their eyes one after another.

"The blood qi in the little mute's body is extremely weak, which is caused by the heavy blow, but you can also see that there is only a red fist mark on his chest. ”

Everyone finally understood how much puzzled they were, and that internal injuries were not proportional to external injuries.

"Did Shang Hu use dark energy?"

"I also think so, for the sake of the eldest brother's face, Shanghu still doesn't dare to blatantly smash the little mute's chest into flesh foam. ”

He Da paced back and forth for a few steps, it doesn't make sense to say that Shang Hu cares about his face, and if he really cares, he won't make such a fuss, but it is true that Zhang Mochen was blown away, it is true that he vomited blood, and it is also true that his blood is weak, and he is still in a coma until now, and he can't think of any explanation to convince himself.

"Forget it, anyway, the little mute has finally entered the door, take care of him more in the future, and that bastard Shanghu will definitely not stop today's matter. After a while, He Da said with relief, pushed open the door and turned around and walked into the wooden house next to him.

These two wooden houses were the residences of their team, and He Da used one alone, and the rest of the people were crammed into one.

Seeing He Da leaving, several team members sighed one after another.

"Hey, since that time, Shang Hu, the bastard, has been looking for fault!"

"If you look for it, I'm afraid of him, if I have the opportunity, I will complain to the people of the main family, how much family property has he filled his private pockets over the years!"

Zhang Mochen was in great pain lying on the bed, unable to move, and pretending to be unconscious was also a chore, but fortunately, he didn't feel bored listening to everyone chatting.

......

After three or four days, Zhang Mochen finally 'woke up', and He Da and the others were all shocked that their eyes were about to fall out, this recovery speed was incredible, and Zhang Mochen was also very helpless about this, not that he didn't want to pretend, he really couldn't stand it.

Able to move his body, Zhang Mochen was much more comfortable, and he had been paralyzed in bed for more than half a month before getting out of bed, because there were many people and the room was small, He Da let him live in his own room, which made him discover some of the differences between Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan Li is also extremely lethal, but, in addition to the lethal power, the dead wood meets spring again, and the dry soil grows new sprouts, which is the biggest feature of Mu Yuan Li, most Mu Yuan cultivators can only play a negligible role in this role, just like Zhang Mochen used Mu Yuan Force to heal others before, if you want to go further, you have to become a Dan Master.

Not everyone has the qualifications to become a Dan Master, this requires talent, and it is a high probability that one out of a hundred people can produce a Dan Master, however, once you become the golden phoenix in the chicken nest, the road ahead can be described as soaring.

The Dan division is divided into six grades, one to five grades, and finally the title of Dan King, and Dan King is divided into small Dan King and Big Dan King.

As a Dan Master, his cultivation may not be very high, but because he can refine a hand of pills, many strong people have stammered. There are clouds in the rivers and lakes, and he would rather offend a group of strong people than offend a Dan master, he may not be able to kill you with his own hands, but those 'friends' of his will chase you to the end of the world until you die.

During this period of time, He Da's hunting team had no task for the time being, and Zhang Mochen, who had recovered from his injuries, rarely had a period of leisure, sweeping the floor and shopping in the black market behind everyone's buttocks every day, and what surprised him was that Shang Hu didn't come to trouble again.

On this day, He Da took his brothers to the best restaurant in the town to poke it, because he hunted more than a dozen giant beasts, this month's dividends were nearly doubled, and he also bought a suit for Zhang Mochen, I don't know if it was a coincidence or what, it was actually the black that Zhang Mochen was used to.

Everyone returned to the clan, the sky was already completely dark, and after greeting him a few times, Zhang Mochen followed He Da into the room.

Removed from the unkemptness, Zhang Mochen's handsomeness made He Da very fond of him, and at a young age, the latter treated him as a son.

"Little mute, if you're tired, rest early!"

patted Zhang Mochen on the shoulder and smiled warmly, then turned around and walked to the straw mat under the wall, sat cross-legged, took a deep breath and entered the cultivation state.

As long as he doesn't go out of the task, no matter how busy he is, he will not be able to insist on cultivating, this perseverance makes Zhang Mochen sincerely admire, after all, the former is the same age as his father, and now he is only a beginner-level Yuanshi, it is basically impossible for him to go further.

He Da gave up the only bed to himself, Zhang Mochen smiled knowingly, walked to the side of the bed and sat cross-legged, and entered the meditation realm with the seal of his hands.

During this period of time, Zhang Mochen had already mastered the cultivation time, in order to avoid exposure, he would end his cultivation before the former woke up, and because the Mirror of the Intermediate Yuan General was already at his fingertips, all he needed to do was to continue to consolidate the Yuan Force, so he was not worried about the leakage of breath.

A new red candle was only half cut off, He Dachang exhaled and slowly opened his eyes, put away the green aura on his body that had not changed in the slightest, and there was a slight trace of loss in his copper bell-like eyes, but this loss was fleeting, and he was used to it.

"Little mute, why haven't you slept yet?" Sitting cross-legged for too long, his legs were a little numb, He Da stood up on his knees, but found Zhang Mochen sitting on the bed smiling at himself.

Zhang Mochen rubbed his stomach and burped.

"Haha, hold on, don't you?"

Walking to the side of the bed, the calloused big hand gently stroked Zhang Mochen's head, He Da's face was kind, but when his eyes looked towards the crack in the window, a thick sadness gradually emerged, obviously the full moon in the sky pulled out his deep buried grief and thoughts again.

"Hao'er, if you're still alive, you'll be sixteen years old this year!"