About three or four days have passed since Shen Ruyan's visit, and Mo Wuchen has been practicing martial arts hard every day to lay a solid foundation, while "discussing" alchemy with Hong Gu. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 During the info period, he also tried to refine several furnaces of first-grade wound medicine, but all of them ended in failure, and only once he refined a half-finished product, and the efficacy was pitiful. But even so, Hong Gu still praised his talent for practicing pills, which shows the hardships of the road of practicing pharmacists, and it is impossible to pile up a lot of resources.

For this, the obscene old man said two words: "Practice hard!"

Mo Wuchen sneered: "Your reputation as a 'Merry Medicine Venerable' won't be in vain, right? Who boasted about Haikou before, saying that even if it is a piece of waste material, you can become a master under his teaching?"

The obscene old man pursed his lips and said, "How can this medicine be in vain, and now I am also a clever woman who is difficult to cook without rice, and the top priority is that you need to have a lot of medicinal materials!"

"Otherwise, let's do it!" Mo Forgetchen flashed his inspiration, and seemed to have come up with a clever plan, and said: "Why don't you pass on more martial arts and pills to me from your old man, and I will take them to the auction house to sell, won't this be the money to buy medicinal materials?"

The obscene old man jumped up and gave Mo Wuchen a fried chestnut, blew his beard angrily and glared and scolded: "You kid doesn't study well, you know how to do some ruined things." Do you know how hard it took me to collect these exercises and pills? You actually want to buy them! Hehe, if you want to cause death, you can do it. Fangzheng, you don't have a few days to live. ”

Mo Wuchen smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm just joking, don't mind." ”

At this moment, Xiao Er in the restaurant hurriedly ran in again, panting and said, "Ah Chen, it's not good...... Something big happened, and the people of the Mo family came over and said that they wanted to take back the restaurant......"

Mo Wuchen suddenly felt a nameless fire surging into his heart, and a chill emanated from his body, and he said coldly: "Who came to say that he wanted to take back the restaurant?"

"Second Young Master of the Mo Family...... He brought a group of family members here. Xiao Er was obviously frightened by Mo Wuchen's murderous aura, so much so that he trembled a little when he spoke.

"Don't ask Xiong! It's too much to deceive people!" Mo Wuchen picked up the Immortal Sword, and without saying a word, he walked towards the restaurant.

At this time, the restaurant was already in a mess, the tables and chairs were all knocked over to the ground, there was no guest, Mu Wanhe wiped tears and cried on the side. A few yellow-clothed Mo family members surrounded a swaggering young man. The young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wore a black brocade robe, wore a jade pendant of great value on his waist, and held a folding fan of landscape painting in his hand, and his face was very handsome, but his two eyes were very sunken, evidently due to excessive wine.

Mo Wenxiong pointed at Mu Wanhe and scolded: "You stinky woman, my beauty broke up with me, see if I don't smash here today, take back the restaurant." ”

"Hmph, what a big breath, do you dare to try anything here again?" Mo Wangchen strode up to Mo Wenxiong with his sword.

"Why don't you dare? The entire Leizhou belongs to my family, what if I accept your broken restaurant?" Mo Wenxiong raised his eyebrows, arrogant.

"It's not up to you to decide whether you dare or not, you have to ask the sword in my hand first!" Mo Wuchen's long sword shook in his hand, and he pulled a sword flower, and the cold sword wind cut through Mo Wenxiong's clothes at once.

"You, you bastard, dare to do something to me?" Mo Wenxiong hurriedly took two steps back as if he had used some extreme escape technique. He motioned for a few of his subordinates who wanted to step aside, then loosened his bones, took off the black clothes he was wearing, and handed them to his men.

"Very good! Are you, a lowly bastard, going to challenge Young Master Ben? I'm happy to accompany you. If you win, I'll leave, and I won't ask about your restaurant, if you lose, you will take this crazy woman and leave, get out of Leizhou. Mo Wenxiong warmed up and made a provocative move.

"I've never seen anyone so stupid as they would call themselves mongrels. Oh, if I were a mongrel, wouldn't you? Mo Wuchen's words were piercing and merciless, and he put down the sword in his hand. Since Mo Wenxiong didn't use weapons, he also decided not to use weapons

Mo Wenxiong pointed at Mu Xuanhe and said, "If you want to blame, it's blame, you were born to this stinky woman! Sometimes, I really think that your surname is like me, Mo, it is a great shame for our Mo family." Mo Wenxiong scolded, arrogant.

"In that case, let's see the real chapter under my hands! See if I'm a bastard, or you, a genuine young master, are powerful. "Don't forget the dust secretly running the "Heaven Snatching Dao" exercise, adjusting the internal strength in the body to the best state, and ready to make a move at any time.

Mo Wenxiong stopped talking, used his internal strength, and slashed his palm towards Mo Wangchen's façade, the palm wind was cold, stinging Mo Wangchen's skin.

Mo Wuchen struck out the Split Wave Fist with both hands to block, and his feet were not idle, using a violent wind step, walking as fast as the wind, and the fist was terrifying.

"I didn't expect that I would underestimate you, but I didn't expect that you, a dog mongrel, also have the strength of the sixth-order peak?

After all, Mo Wuchen had too little combat experience, and he was swept in both legs by Mo Wenxiong. But something unexpected happened, Mo Wenxiong's sweep of thousands of troops was like sweeping onto an iron plate.

Mo Wenxiong was secretly speechless, and said, "I didn't expect you to also practice leg skills!" How did he know that Mo Wuchen's legs were infused with a trace of Heavenly Wolf blood?

Mo Wuchen didn't answer, but the second punch came out, directly hitting Mo Wenxiong's lower abdomen. Mo Wenxiong didn't have time to dodge, but he was hit at once, and his lower abdomen felt like being stabbed by an awl, and he shivered in pain.

"Damn!" Mo Wenxiong gritted his teeth, and the whole person jumped into the air, as if Mount Tai was pressing the top, and slapped Mo Wuchen's Tianling Gai with one palm.

Sensing the sound of the wind coming from overhead, Mo Wuchen directly came to a carp to straighten up, jumped into the oblique thorn, and kicked Mo Wenxiong's palms with his legs upward.

There was a muffled sound of "popping", and it was like a wave of air rolling, and the servant behind Mo Wenxiong couldn't help but squint his eyes, and took a few steps back, for fear of being affected, making room for the two to fight.

Mo Wenxiong somersaulted in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground. "It seems that you have the strength to let me use this move!" Although Mo Wenxiong has the strength of the eighth order, he is addicted to alcohol on weekdays, neglects to practice martial arts, and is far inferior to Mo Wuchen in terms of martial arts.

A huge tiger phantom slowly condensed behind Mo Wenxiong, that phantom seemed to be completely condensed by internal force, and the hair was visible, and the coercion of the king of the mountains and forests came from the surface.

"This is the release of internal strength and external strength! He has reached the strength to enter the Dao?" Mo Wangchen was shocked.

"No......" the obscene old man explained in Mo Wuchen's mind: "This is an authentic yellow-rank high-level extermination technique, and its power is comparable to the fatal blow of a ground-level primary technique performed by an initiating martial artist. Flash away. ”