Yuanwu Continent, Quang Nam County, Jianghai City.

Mojia Village, one of the 18 villages in Pengjiang Town.

In the early morning, at the turn of autumn and winter, the sky has just revealed a faint light, and the whole sky is still in the hazy pre-dawn ......

Mojia Village, in the courtyard of a stone house.

Rise!

Mo Fan lifted the warm quilt, jumped off the bed, turned over and dressed and washed, all the actions were done in one go.

During this period of time, the vast majority of teenagers in the village are still asleep, for Du Mofan has been like this for a long time, and he gets up at dawn every day and is the first to come to the village to exercise in the open space.

When the sun rose, the teenagers in the village appeared in the open space, and soon all the teenagers between the ages of eight and thirteen in the village gathered in the open space, and there were hundreds of them.

After a while, the three fur and coarse cloth generals came to the open space, and under the shouting of the strong man, a hundred or so teenagers lined up in ten neat lines.

"If you want to become a powerful source martial artist, you must start training hard from a young age and have a strong physical body in order to accept the Heavenly Destiny Palace and become a powerful source martial artist. ”

A middle-aged man walked from the side of the three strong men, came to these children, carried his hands behind his back, swept his sharp gaze over the group of children, and said coldly.

This middle-aged man is the captain of the hunting team in Mojia Village, the so-called hunting team is to lead the team to hunt wild beasts in the mountains to bring food to the village, and at the same time, this middle-aged man is also the enlightenment teacher of the children in the village - Mo Wentian.

"We are all ordinary peasant families, it is impossible to be like those rich children in the city, we have had countless precious elixirs to nourish the physical body since we were young, so that the physical body is strong enough to accept the requirements of the Heavenly Destiny Palace, so if we want to become a source martial artist, we must exercise hard and accept the Heavenly Destiny Palace, this is the only way, hear it!"

"I heard it!" the childish voices of more than a hundred children resounded through the night.

"Very good, start exercising!" Mo Wentian nodded with satisfaction, and handed over the rest of the training work to the three strong men, as the captain of the hunting team, he had to take the hunters in the village into the mountains every day to hunt wild beasts and low-level source beasts, and store food for the winter.

"You guys these little Yi cubs hard, don't let them be lazy!" Mo Wentian said to the three strong men.

"Hehe, Captain, don't worry! We don't dare to joke about the end of the village. The three strong men said in unison.

......

The days passed day by day, and in an instant it was close to the end of the year, but the early morning training was interrupted from the end, even if it was snowing heavily, at this moment the village was white and vast, but the children in the open space were training under a shout, panting and exhaling hot breath.

"Practice here today, you all know that tomorrow is the annual sacrifice of the Heavenly Destiny Palace, as long as your strength meets the requirements, tomorrow you will accept the sacrifice of the Heavenly Destiny Palace. ”

The origin of the Heavenly Destiny Palace, there is no way to investigate, only know that at the time of the annual sacrifice, as long as the strength reaches three hundred catties, under the age of fifteen, you can accept the Heavenly Destiny Palace, each person has only one chance in their lives, not that this year has reached three hundred catties of strength, can not accept the Heavenly Destiny Palace, and come again next year, as long as the first acceptance is not successful, then it is impossible for this person to accept the Heavenly Destiny Palace again in the future.

"Whew! It's finally time to accept the heaven-sent destiny palace. Mo Fan exhaled secretly, he has been in this world for more than half a year, and he has been listening to the legends of those miraculous warriors in this world, and he has long been yearning for it, but it is a pity that his body is only thirteen years old.

Mo Fan, who was originally a special soldier on the earth, was on a mission half a year ago, but he just took a curious look at the shining meteor shower, but he was unlucky to be hit by one of the meteors, and his soul traveled directly through time and space, came to this Yuanwu Continent, and possessed the young man of Mojia Village of the same name.

The original Mo Fan was also an unlucky ghost, and when he was forging his body, he lifted the stone that exercised his strength above his head, and was accidentally smashed and seriously injured, and finally his soul was out of the world, but fortunately Mo Fan was possessed in time, otherwise even this body would have died.

From the memory of the young man's soul, Mo Fan learned that this was a magical world, where everything was respected by martial arts, and the law of the jungle was brought into full play here.

This magical world is called the Yuanwu Continent, and the people here, as long as the strength reaches three hundred catties and the body is strong, on the occasion of the annual sacrifice, in the ritual of sacrificing to the sky, they will accept the heaven-given life palace, as long as they have the heaven-given life palace, they can absorb the source qi of heaven and earth, and condense the source qi in Dan Nan to become the source martial artist.

However, because Mojia Village was too avoidant, Mo Fan only knew that the source martial artist had the Condensation Qi Realm, the Condensation Yuan Realm, and the True Martial Realm, but he didn't know what other realms were above the True Martial Realm, and each of these three realms was divided into nine small ranks.

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"Now those over the age of thirteen are out of the ranks. Mo Wentian said coldly.

Trample!

Fifteen teenagers stepped forward in unison, Mo Fan was thirteen years old just now this year, and his strength also reached three catties two months ago.

Three hundred catties of force, if it is placed on the earth, it is simply a strong man, not to mention that he is only thirteen years old, those weightlifters on the earth, that one has three hundred catties of huge strength at the age of thirteen.

Mo Fan looked at the stone lock in front of him, secretly excited, he could lift it two months ago, two months ago, although he hadn't tried it, but he was confident that he now had at least four hundred catties of strength.

"Mo Ming, as the leader, you will be the first to come!"

"Yes!

The named young man Mo Ming came to the stone lock, spit out a handful of saliva and wiped it on his hands, and grabbed the stone lock with both hands.

"Up!"

Mo Ming let out a loud shout, and the stone lock was raised above his head.

"Good, yes, fourteen years old, strength of three hundred pounds. Mo Wentian nodded in satisfaction.

"Mo Zhi. ”

"Three hundred pounds, pass. ”

"Mo Yu. ”

......

With Mo Wentian's roll call one by one, none of them were bad, all of them reached three hundred catties of strength, although some of them were a little reluctant, but in general they lifted three hundred catties of stone locks.

"Mo Fan!"

In the end, Mo Fan was finally called, mainly he was the youngest among the dozen teenagers, although he was also thirteen years old, but he had just turned thirteen years old and only ten days, so he was ranked last.

Mo Fan stepped forward and also spit out and wiped it in his hand.

"Up!"

Mo Fan also shouted, and the three-hundred-pound stone lock was instantly lifted above his head by him, as if he didn't want to use force, relaxed and natural, unlike those teenagers before, his face was red before he lifted it.

"No, when did Brother Fan become so powerful?"

"Yes, Brother Xiao Fan, he has just turned thirteen years old, I didn't expect him to have more strength than Brother Ming, and the three-hundred-pound stone lock was actually raised above his head at once. ”

The younger children stared at each other with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief, and at the same time exclamations were heard.

"Okay, yes, Xiao Fan, you may also participate in the New Year Sacrifice tomorrow and accept the Heavenly Destiny Palace. ”

Mo Wentian looked at Mo Fan with satisfaction, he didn't expect that the youngest was the youngest, but his strength was the greatest, and the three hundred catties of stone locks were raised above his head, and his face was not red or panting, which was really rare.