Mo Liang worked in the slaughterhouse during the day, and as usual, he didn't see anything unusual.

At night, he immersed himself in the study of soul stabbing and "indulgence", and with the exquisite utensils left by his father, he saved a lot of trouble. I gradually became familiar with the changes in myself.

The only thing that made him a little disappointed was that since the demon yuan was accidentally found on the wild boar that day, there was no gain.

His strength paused in the late stage of the ink first product.

Three days in the blink of an eye.

On this day, he skillfully cut the meat, and the time came to the afternoon and evening, and there was still no surprise windfall, and he was a little embarrassed. Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view, which shocked his heart. "Wang Yongwen!"

Wang Yongwen ignored the surprised eyes of the people in the slaughterhouse, walked straight to Mo Liang, and whispered: "Mo Liang, Brother Dong has been promoted to the second grade of Mo Liang, and I want to have a break with you! Tonight at night, Beicun martial arts field, if you don't dare to come, it's okay, if you see Brother Dong in the future, you will give up with Brother Dong respectfully!"

Mo Liang sneered in his heart, he had expected this.

The second product of the ink challenges the first product of the ink, and even in the eyes of others, Mo Liang has not awakened the soul assassination, which is obviously a challenge of bullying, but he must accept it.

Looking at Wang Yongwen's provocative and mocking eyes for fear that he would escape, Mo Liang was even more chilled by their aggressiveness, he repeatedly tolerated it, but the other party regarded himself as a soft persimmon!

It seems that they will not be afraid if they are not ruthless.

"Go back and tell Ma Xiangdong, I will definitely arrive. There was ruthlessness in his heart, but the words were very flat.

Seeing Wang Yongwen, who was sneering, leave, Mo Liang chopped the butcher knife into the board and walked towards the outside of the slaughterhouse. "Aunt Liu, I'll go for a while......"

......

It was getting late, and there was not much time left for Mo Liang.

Dealing with Ma Xiangdong, who entered the second grade of ink, Mo Liang could not ensure that nothing went wrong, it is conceivable that with Ma Xiangdong's heart, once defeated, the fruit will never be easy to swallow. Therefore, he had to find a way to advance to the second grade of ink, although this was only the fourth day of his promotion to the first grade of ink. If it was before, he would never dare to imagine it, but now that there is the mysterious power of the soul piercing, he is sure of this.

Leave the slaughterhouse and head straight to the North Village Government Office, where the contribution points are cashed out.

Beicun is a small village, and the resources that can be exchanged for contribution points are limited, and most of the villagers use contribution points to make a living. A family of three needs about one contribution point to make a living for a day, and Mo Liang's return for working in the slaughterhouse for one day is only one contribution point. People with strong strength have much more contribution points, and after Xu Jinhu entered the quasi-guard, he had at least five contribution points every day, and once he hunted the fierce beast and demon spirit, he would be rewarded.

Fortunately, Mo Liang was alone, and he began to break away from the offering four years ago, earning contribution points, except for some of the previous years in order to awaken the assassin soul, and some accumulation.

There is no difference between a government office and an ordinary house. In the evening, Mo Liang did not dare to delay.

"Officer, I want to see how many more points I have to contribute. ”

The administrative officer is a shrewd old man who has not awakened the soul of the assassin and is old. Shrugged his head in a daze, he rolled his eyelids when he heard the voice, and muttered, "Mo Liang is here, and he still has to toss around......"

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his thin right hand and dragged a thick booklet from the left side of the table in front of him. In the booklet, there are records of the contribution points of more than 100 households in North Village. He was also accustomed to Mo Liang coming over every once in a while to disturb him, and he flipped through it casually without asking any questions, and he arrived at Mo Liang's page. "Well, I'll take a look. Mo Liang... Abattoir... And also...... One hundred and three contribution points. ”

After speaking, he raised his head slowly, and tapped his index finger twice on the table, "Say, how are you going to toss this time?"

"I want to exchange for a demon yuan that enters the ink, how many contribution points do I need?"

"The demon yuan of the first product of ink?" the old man glanced at Mo Liang in surprise, "The demon yuan of the first product of ink can't make up the soul assassination!"

"I don't mess with the Assassin Soul, you just need to tell me how many contribution points I need!"

"Uh~ The demon yuan of the first product of the ink produces a lot, and there are not many uses, just a hundred contribution points. ”

"100 contribution points!"

Mo Liang frowned, he had accumulated for a long time, and he only had one hundred and three contribution points, but a demon yuan that entered the ink product cost one hundred contribution points! The rest was not enough for him to eat for ten days!

"It's too expensive! I changed so many things before, and I didn't have a hundred contribution points!"

"Xiao Liangzi, if you change some bows and arrows and traps, can you compare them with the demon yuan? Those things, an old woman in the village can make them, but the demon yuan wants the soldiers to fight! The demon yuan that enters the ink is quite cheap, if you exchange it for the array stone, medicine, or a higher demon yuan, it will not only be a hundred and ten contribution points! Do you want to change it?"

After a slight hesitation, Mo Liang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Change!"

As long as he has the strength, are he afraid that he will not have any contribution points? It's just that when he thinks of hundreds of days of hard work, it will come to naught in an instant, and he feels a little heartbroken.

The demon yuan of the first grade of ink is so valuable! What about the demon yuan of the second grade of ink?

To enter the first product of ink and enter the second product of ink, you need two demon yuan of one product of ink, which is two hundred contribution points. If you want to promote your strength like this in the future...... Mo Liang's head is going to be big. However, the horse that forced his head to the east made him feel cold.

"In any case, we must deal with Ma Xiangdong first!"

He took over the demon yuan from the old man of the administrative officer, and saw that he crossed out the contribution point behind the name of "Mo Liang", and wrote a thin "three", so Mo Liang left with the demon yuan.

......

Mohism

With the previous experience, this time, Mo Liang was very light.

Holding the demon yuan in his hand, his mind moved, and he felt that the thorn soul in his body revealed a faint devouring suction, and from the contact between the demon yuan and the palm of his hand, the energy in the original demon yuan was extracted like a trickle.

During the ink period, the meridians in the body are blocked and chaotic, and the Yuan Force of heaven and earth imperceptibly dredges and transforms the meridians under the guidance of the assassin soul. The energy of the demon element, as soon as it is integrated into the body, is like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing. But Mo Liang knew that the meridians in his body had become more accessible.

The body is light, and it has been promoted to the second grade of ink.

"I was so quick to enter the second grade of ink!" clenched his fists, feeling the more explosive sense of power in his body, Mo conscience was surprised and delighted.

The faint greasy feeling on the body, with a sour taste, only exudes in a moment. These are impurities in the body that are excreted through the pores. When entering the peak of the nine grades of ink, most of the impurities in the body will be removed in this way. At the same time, the meridians are accessible, reborn, and the vitality is like the sea, which can be called the "sea of qi".

Look at the sky, there is still some time. He washed off the greasy filth, changed his clothes, and went to the martial arts arena refreshed.

......

At night, the arena was silent, with only cold stones and instruments remaining. More than a dozen torches on all sides reflected everything in a hazy way. In the darkness, there are three faint figures standing in the depths of the martial arts arena, melting into the darkness like man-eating beasts, which makes people's hearts tremble.

Mo Liang went to the appointment alone, but he was calm and walked over with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Mo Liang's arrival, Ma Xiangdong and the three of them showed a fierce and treacherous smile, "He really dares to come!" "If he doesn't come, it's not Mo Liang." "Reckless ......"

In the time of muttering, Mo Liang had already passed through half of the martial arts arena and stood in front of the three of them.

"Say, what's the matter?"

"Mo Liang, sometimes, I really admire you! I know that there will be no good fruit to eat today, but I still have the courage to come!" Ma Xiangdong took a fierce step forward and clenched his fists.

Mo Liang smiled evilly and said disdainfully: "It's just up to the three of you, and within a few days of getting out of the Mo family, you forgot about the pain?"

"Don't talk about these useless things! Today, I have already advanced to the second rank of ink! Tell you, from the moment you entered the martial arts arena, I didn't think about letting you go back intact!"

"What do you want?"

"Hmph~" Ma Xiangdong's face leaned forward, his eyes narrowed, like a fierce god lurking and hunting, and said ruthlessly: "No one knows about your awakening of the soul piercing yet, right? Since you like to hide and work in the slaughterhouse, why don't I help you bury this secret forever! Moreover, don't think about accusing, because no one will believe you." On the night of awakening, everyone will see that you have failed to awaken, and when the time comes, people will only think that you are insane, and even I will pity you!"

"Ho~!" Mo Liang was startled and almost sneered.

Waste people stabbing souls, such a bad idea, Ma Xiangdong can actually think of it!"Do you really think that the second product of the ink can turn the sky upside down?"

"It's enough to deal with you! In your life, you can enjoy the dream of awakening the soul for a few days, and you have no regrets. Tonight, let me knock you back to your original form!

Mo Liang's heart was even colder.

Mahatma is the guardian of the human race, for the glory of Mahatma, he does not want to kill each other, let it go again and again. But now, Ma Xiangdong wants to abolish his assassin soul, how different is this from ruining his life? With such a vicious heart, it is hard to imagine that he is a teenager.

"Why don't we make a bet!"

"What?" Ma Xiangdong was stunned.

"I bet you can't beat me!"

"What?ha~ Lao Tzu is a second grade in ink!" Ma Xiangdong asked exaggeratedly, smiling wantonly, "Say, what to bet on! I'll bet with you!"

Mo Liang glanced at the three of them and said coldly: "It's better to bet on contribution points! If I win, the three of you will give me three hundred contribution points! If I lose, I will also give you three hundred contribution points." ”

"Okay!" Ma Xiangdong replied without hesitation. In his opinion, he has no possibility of defeat at all!

"In that case, then come on!" Mo Liang was too lazy to speak. Now, only by completely crushing all the vicious calculations of Ma Xiangdong is the most powerful counterattack.