Layers of mountains are stacked and green, the scenery is picturesque, the sunset is revealed, there is a clear pond refracted on the side, and the landscapes and flowers and trees are intertwined into a refreshing picture. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew-" By the waterhole, a teenager slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Still failed!" the boy shook his head and laughed at himself, stroking the long sword beside him and sighing.

The young man's name is Ye Mo, he is a disciple of the Ye family among the three major families in Antan Xicheng, Ye Mo began to cultivate at the age of five, and it took only one year to successfully break through the barrier of the mortal body and step into the realm of true martial arts.

At that time in the Ye family, Ye Mo undoubtedly became the most dazzling genius of the new generation, you must know that breaking the immortal barrier and entering the realm of true martial arts, in the entire history of the Ye family, the fastest record was also one year and three months.

Ye Mo created a new history, which was focused on cultivating by the Ye family, and was also regarded as the hope of the Ye family to become the head of the three major families in Antan Dongcheng, and almost all the elixir treasures were reserved for him, which caused the disciples of the same generation to blush for a while.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, after stepping into the realm of True Martial Yipin, Ye Mo's cultivation has been stagnant, until he is sixteen years old at this moment, and he has been cultivating for ten years, and he is still standing still in the same place as Zhenwu Yipin.

Every time Ye Mo cultivated, he also felt the increase of true qi in his body, but his body seemed to be a bottomless pit, and no matter how he cultivated, he couldn't touch the barrier of the second grade of true martial arts.

Under normal circumstances, after breaking the barriers of mortal bodies, cultivation will be rapid, if you cultivate seriously, it is very normal to improve the cultivation of one grade one or two years before the five grades of true martial arts, and it will only slow down after the five grades of true martial arts.

However, disciples with ordinary qualifications can still improve a product in four or five years.

But Ye Mo has not reached the second grade of true martial arts for ten years, and I have to say that the qualifications that made people blush at the beginning have completely become a laughing stock.

When Ye Mo was nine years old, the family had already given up expectations of him, and Ye Mo had completely become an inconspicuous waste wood of the family.

If it weren't for his father Ye Wuxian, who was the third son of Ye Chenfeng, the head of the contemporary Ye family, and belonged to the direct bloodline of the Ye family, Ye Mo was afraid that he would have already been expelled from the Ye family.

In the seven years since he was nine years old, Ye Mo has suffered countless blank eyes, and the cynicism of his peers and disciples has followed one after another.

But he never gave up his cultivation, but became more diligent, and after ten years of cultivation, Ye Mo finally felt the obstacle of the second grade of true martial arts.

This made him ecstatic, and in order to cultivate harder, he left home and hid by this small waterhole in the mountain behind his family, so that he could be less disturbed by those boring people, but also let him have more energy for cultivation.

Today was already the fourth day of his continuous cultivation, and the barrier that he had already touched was just running through it, and he could not break through.

Rao is Ye Mo is mental toughness, and he can't help but show a little dejected at this moment.

With his age at the moment, even if he breaks through to the second grade of true martial arts, I am afraid that he will not be able to really change anything, but he still has not given up, even if it is just to improve the first grade, maybe the grievances in his heart for many years will disappear a lot.

"Huh, look, that waste is actually hiding here to cultivate!" An incongruous voice came, and three teenagers who were about the same age as Ye Mo came side by side, and when they saw Ye Mo who had finished cultivating, they couldn't help but point at him and laugh.

The young man at the head is the son of Ye Mo's fourth uncle, Ye Wuming, named Ye Jun, who is one year older than Ye Mo, but his cultivation has already reached the third grade of true martial arts.

Although he is not such a dazzling genius, laughing at Ye Mo is enough capital.

When Ye Mo saw Ye Jun walking towards him, he expected that there would be no way to continue cultivating today, and he didn't care about him, so he silently picked up the long sword beside him and was about to leave.

"A waste, if I were you, I would have left the family a long time ago, and I would be embarrassed to stay here, knowing that I was a waste of firewood, what kind of cultivation would I have?" Ye Jun laughed.

Ye Mo didn't have half an expression on his face, anger and grievance, there was no expression on his face, he just lowered his head quietly, as if he didn't see Ye Jun at all, and was about to walk past him.

"Brother talking to you, didn't you hear?" Ye Jun was very faceless by Ye Mo's ignorance, and immediately stretched out his hand to stop Ye Mo, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Just like your waste father, he will only eat at home and wait for death!"

The cold glint in Ye Mo's eyes flashed, and when he raised his head, that gaze actually made Ye Jun tremble a little.

"What, don't you like to hear it?" Ye Jun tried to calm down his emotions, and his anger in his heart was even greater, and he said coldly: "That's the truth, now that I am in charge of the family's hunting team, our generation has basically begun to get involved in the family industry, only you and your father are two wastes, they don't care about anything, the family still has to pay to support you, what is not waste?"

"Shut up!" Ye Mo's arm holding the long sword tightened, he could ignore anyone and despise himself, but Ye Jun's words had already insulted his father, as a son of man, and knew filial piety.

Although his father has never taken care of himself, even if it is not good, it is his father, Ye Jun insulted him, no.

"You dare to shut me up?" Ye Jun snorted coldly: "What a big dog guts!"

A punch smashed out, smashing Ye Mo's cheek!

Ye Mo dodged sideways, the sword was not unsheathed, and swept towards Ye Jun's waist!

Ye Jun sneered, his arm reached out like lightning, grasped Ye Mo's scabbard in the palm of his hand, and at the same time flew up with a kick, hitting Ye Mo's chest.

"Peng-" Ye Mo flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust on the ground.

"Waste is waste, and you dare to talk to me and call me!" Ye Jun gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

The two attendants around him immediately pounced and punched and kicked Ye Mo.

Ye Mo protected his head and let the opponent's fists and feet land on his body, bursts of severe pain came, but he didn't say a word.

Ye Mo's heart was a little wooden, he was born in a big family, was this the case? For the first time in so many years, he was disappointed in his family.

Father Ye Wuxian, since he can remember, he has never really said a word to himself, and he became the most dazzling genius of the Ye family.

Ye Mo happily reported to him, but he didn't praise himself as he imagined at all, he just looked down at the wine jug that had fallen off the paint, as if he hadn't heard his own words at all.

Even when he was abolished by his family and was heartbroken, he didn't say a word or comfort.

Ye Mo didn't have a mother, from the time he was born, he didn't even know who his mother was, and he didn't dare to ask Ye Wuxian about it.

But today, it was for that ruthless and unrighteous father that Ye Mo was retaliated against by Ye Jun, is it worth it? Maybe not, but he doesn't regret it.

Although he did not fulfill his responsibilities as a father, he was his only reliance and his only relative, so Ye Mo did not regret it.

"Okay, after all, it's my younger brother, don't kill me, get into trouble, let's go!" Ye Jun saw that it was almost over, so he stopped the two of them, and laughed at Ye Mo a few more words, and then left.

Ye Moping was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and there were bursts of stinging pain all over his body, but at this moment, it was less than a millionth of his heartache.

True Martial Arts Three Rank Realm, only then did he have the opportunity to enter the family's library to practice martial arts, Ye Jun also practiced some martial arts, but he was not qualified, otherwise even if his cultivation was poor, it would be impossible to be put down with a cover.

"Father, am I really a waste?" Ye Moqiang held back his tears from flowing, but his mouth trembled silently.

There was no place on his body that didn't hurt, Ye Mo struggled to stand up, but he failed, slapping the ground fiercely, maybe only in this way could he vent it.

"I don't want to be a waste! I really don't want to, I really don't want to-" Ye Mo shouted loudly, but as soon as his shouting came out, he suddenly stopped.

At the moment when he opened his mouth, a ray of light suddenly crossed the sky, and unfortunately, it fell into his open mouth.

Immediately, there was a violent roar on the ground, as if it had been an earthquake, and even the calm water of the pool stirred up thick ripples and spread.

"Gollum!" The unknown thing actually swallowed directly when Ye Mo was unprepared.

Immediately, a burst of heat burst out from his chest, Ye Mo only felt that his whole body was like a fire, and there seemed to be a storm in his body, and his consciousness instantly blurred, and he finally fainted.

"Just shouting, and there was an earthquake?"

This was Ye Mo's last consciousness before he fainted!