readx;? As he spoke, Merlin suddenly took a step forward, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and slammed into Mo Ming's chest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm going to see who's harder!"

Seeing Mo Lin punch, a cruel and fierce light flashed in Mo Ming's eyes, he did not retreat, he also swung his fist and met it directly. He was going to bounce his fist to fist, to fight hard, and to abolish one of Merlin's arms.

Merlin's punch was unremarkable, as if it had no power, but just as it was about to meet Mo Ming's fist, the air around him suddenly became distorted, and an almost substantial fist blasted out like a meteorite falling from a high altitude, and the fist wind broke through the air, and the hunting sounded.

"This is the Great Perfection Realm!"

Feeling the terrifying power of Merlin's punch, Mo Ming's face changed drastically, but it was too late to close the punch, the two fists touched, Mo Ming felt like his fist was smashed on an iron plate, and the moment he made contact, he knew that he and Merlin were not at all level.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Mo Ming's body flew upside down seven or eight meters away, and fell heavily to the ground, this scene was exactly the same as the battle between Mo Qingshan and Mo Tianhu just now.

Mo Guangdou's son, Mo Ming, was blown away by a punch without the power to resist!

Mo Guangdou couldn't believe his eyes at all, and looked at Mo Ming who fell to the ground in shock, forgetting to rescue.

"How could it be!

Mo Ming was shocked by the terrifying power of this punch and suffered serious internal injuries, the bones of his arms were cracked, and the sharp pain continued to impact his consciousness like pins and needles, but the extreme shock made him forget the pain, his eyes were glazed, and he couldn't accept this cruel reality at all.

Merlin's voice rang out.

"You open your mouth and close your mouth to scold me for being a waste, I tolerate everywhere not because I am afraid of you, but because I think of the love of the blood, since you are ungrateful and want to be that Zhongshan wolf, then I will let you know that some b can't be pretended casually, at least, you are not worthy!"

"Merlin has become a martial artist, his strength is at least level five in the Chong Pulse Realm!

Everyone looked at Merlin and was shocked and speechless.

The news that Mo Lin did not awaken the martial soul was the first time that Mo Ming sent it back to Mojia Village, and later some children in the village who cultivated in the Absolute Soul Sect also proved this, but Mo Lin actually defeated Mo Ming with that punch just now, doesn't that mean that he has at least the strength of a fifth-level martial artist? Could it be that the rumors are false? Or is this simply the conspiracy of Mo Lin's father and son?

"Your son keeps calling me a waste, and now he can't even catch a punch from me, you say, what is he?" Merlin said sarcastically, looking up at Mo Guangdou, who had not yet woken up from the shock.

"As an elder, for the sake of fame and fortune, he will do whatever it takes to defeat my father, so he pushed his son out as a gunman, do you think your son will win? It's a pity that your son lost to me, a waste who can't even beat waste, what do you say should be called?

"Mo Lin! It's only the sixth level of the Chong Pulse Realm, do you think you're qualified to point fingers in front of me?" Mo Guangdou's face turned pale, and he was immediately annoyed and angry by Mo Lin's junior duties.

"You are my third uncle, how dare you point fingers at you. Merlin suddenly smiled very deferentially and said, "I just said this to make you understand a truth. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, be a man and leave a line, don't be too desperate. After speaking, he ignored Mo Guangdou and turned around and walked towards the stage.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, being a man and leaving a line. ”

Everyone looked at Merlin's figure with complicated expressions, and kept repeating this sentence in their hearts.

......

......

Merlin is self-aware.

The martial arts journey was like a mountain deep into the clouds, and he had just taken the first step in climbing the mountain.

Defeating Mo Ming, who was at the fifth level of the Chongmai Realm, shocked the whole village and allowed him to regain the prestige of the Mo family's genius, but Mo Lin knew that with his current strength, it was nothing at all, because geniuses were not the same as the strong, and any accident could happen before he was truly strong.

Mo Ming's talent can only be regarded as mediocre in Mojia Village, and there are great talents stronger than him, take Mo Tianhu's daughter Mo Jiao as an example, she is now a tenth-level martial artist in the Chongmai Realm, and she is a master within a hundred miles.

Now there are three months to go before the New Year, according to custom, every year at the end of the year, the children of the village who practice in the major sects will come back to participate in the annual martial arts conference, if you don't improve your cultivation as soon as possible, then the one who will be humiliated will be your own.

Back at his residence, Merlin quickly entered a state of cultivation.

This time, Merlin was not in a hurry to attack the seventh soul vein, but focused on stabilizing the six soul veins that had been broken away before.

Merlin knew the truth of pulling out the seedlings, he woke up and was promoted to three levels in a row, and overnight, another pulse came to him, and his cultivation speed was called a demon, but this made him feel very unsure.

Because this reminded Merlin of the vegetables and poultry that were ripened on the earth at the beginning, and also thought of the tofu scum project that was built by cutting corners, without a good foundation, it is difficult to predict what will happen on the future cultivation path, what Merlin doesn't know is that it is because of his lack of quick success that he survives in desperate situations again and again in the future.

For cultivators, time is the least passed, and in the past few days, except for going to the Mo family's hunting ground every day to kill a few demon beasts to replenish their soul energy, Mo Lin has been hiding in the house to cultivate.

It is a pity for Mo Lin that after becoming a sixth-level martial artist, the ability of the Yin and Yang Martial Soul to transform into a beast pill has been weakened by half, and the number of first-level beast pills transformed in the past now requires at least one second-level beast pill, and the hunting ground in Mojia Village is not as good as the back mountain of the Valley of Despair, and the number of demon beasts is far from enough, which makes Mo Lin have to rush back to the sect in advance, but even so, in the past seven or eight days, he has also reached the realm of the sixth-level peak of the Chongmai Realm, and he is only half a step away from the seventh-level martial artist.

On this day, Merlin found his father.

"Isn't it good to go back to the sect now?"

Mo Qingshan heard Mo Lin say that it was a little difficult to return to the sect, he had to go out for several months a year, and it was rare for the father and son to get together, although Mo Lin had been cultivating for the past few days, but at least he could see his son every day, and if he was separated again, it would be difficult to see each other.

"Dad, after all, the sect is more suitable for cultivation than at home, don't you also say that the best way to cultivate is to fight? Now the children in the village are hiding when they see me, and the demon beasts in the hunting ground are not challenging, in order to improve my strength as soon as possible and welcome the year-end martial arts conference, I can only go to find the most suitable cultivation method for me, you can rest assured, I will be back in a few months." ”

Mo Lin didn't plan to tell Mo Qingshan about the Yin Yang Martial Soul, he believed that these few words were enough to make his father understand what he meant, the strength of the Ruthless Sect was much stronger than that of Mojia Village, and there were many powerful martial arts in the sect, when Mo Qingshan sent himself to the Ruthless Sect, wasn't it just for these cultivation resources?

Mo Qingshan knew that what Mo Lin said was not unreasonable, although he was reluctant, but when he mentioned the year-end martial arts conference, he thought of the challenges he might face, and the reluctance in his eyes was quickly replaced by an invisible perseverance.

"People have no long-term worries, there must be near-term worries, if you want to survive in this cruel world, the only way is to make yourself strong, there are still three months before Mo Jiao will come back, when the time comes, Mo Tianhu will not give up, Dad believes that you will not be worse than any of them, go, pay attention to safety along the way." Mo Qingshan patted Mo Lin's shoulder and asked.

"Don't worry, Dad, in Mojia Village, no one dares to bully our father and son, not before, and not in the future!

Mo Lin's words were full of incomparable confidence, with the Yin Yang Martial Soul, as long as he had enough Beast Pill, his cultivation speed was at least five times faster than that of ordinary people, and his comprehension of martial arts on the earth he had never lost to anyone, otherwise he would not have become a member of the anti-terrorist special forces, and the tenacity and persistence in his heart were incomparable to those of his peers, and he believed that he was by no means worse than anyone else's genius.

Before leaving, he said goodbye to Mo Niu, Mo Lin brought some dry food and coils, rode on a sturdy big black horse prepared by Mo Qingshan himself, and galloped away in the direction of the Ruthless Sect.

The mountains are endless, the clouds are dancing in the sky, the earth is moaning at the feet, Merlin is riding on a horse, galloping between heaven and earth, the wind is hunting in his ears, the clothes behind him are flying, his heart is full of pride, and the blood in his body is boiling.

In his previous life, Merlin dreamed of being a chivalrous hero, robbing the rich and helping the poor, but in that society with a strict legal system, his dream was never realized, and in the end he could only compromise and become an anti-terrorist special forces to maintain world peace, but he didn't expect that in this life he finally had the opportunity to realize his dream.

Looking at the towering mountains in the distance, Merlin could no longer hold back the frenzy in his heart, waved the long knife in his hand, and chanted loudly one of his favorite poems in his previous life-

The general is bold in the south, and his waist is crossed.

The wind blows the drums, the mountains and rivers move, the lightning flashes, the flag is high, the sun and the moon are high.

The unicorn in the sky is the original species, how can the ants in the cave escape!

On the day of the return of the edict, I and Mr. will untie their robes!