The Mo family in the ancient cold city.

In the martial arts arena, a group of Mo family disciples were sweating like rain, slashing the iron sword in their hands with all their might, and slashing down on the bluestone in front of them, sparks splashing and clanging.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe stood on a stone platform with deep eyes. He was tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, his robe bulging, and his hands folded around his chest. Mo Kongyu's eyes turned, swept over every Mo family child, penetrated the distance, and landed on a young man with a thin body who looked less than thirteen years old. The boy's name is Mo Yun, and he was born with a waste of blocked meridians.

He shook his head slowly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

The young man was dressed in a plain cyan robe, and in his hand was only a wooden sword that looked smooth and shiny from long-term caressing and use. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, he bit his lip tightly, his arm kept shaking, he had reached the limit, but he didn't give up, he still slashed hard.

Mo Kongyu parted his hands behind his back and shouted, "Stop!"

All the Mo family disciples stopped moving at the same time and stood up straight. Their eyes were blazing, and their admiration was full of adoration.

"This is the end of today's drill! I am very satisfied with your performance, and I have not lost the face of my Mo family! The path of cultivation is to sail against the current, and if you do not advance, you will retreat! If you are complacent and stop moving forward just because of a little achievement, then you will have no chance to cultivate in this life!"

"Don't think that if you are extremely talented, you can ascend to the sky in one step!" Mo Kongyu said here, his eyes were cold and violent, his eyes shrunk, and everywhere he passed, all the children of the Mo family lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Only in the last row, the thin figure stood as tall as a pine. He trembled slightly, but he was extremely stubborn, his slightly immature face revealed a sense of perseverance, and his dark eyes met Mo Kongyu's eyes with a hint of timidity.

"Sword cultivation is a journey, talk about courage and diligence, you are all the future of the family, I hope you will not disappoint me, stepping into the sword disciple is the right thing!" Mo Kongyu's face was full of indifference, and he shouted coldly in his mouth. After he finished speaking, he used his strength to put his feet down, and his body was like a flying roc in the air, drawing a few zhang away, falling lightly to the ground, and finally flying away.

The thin figure was not with the others, he put away his wooden sword, ready to turn and leave.

"Hey, Mo Yun, are you ready to go, have you forgotten something?"

You don't have to look back to know who is speaking. That person's name is Mo Ran, his strength has reached the seventh level of qi gathering, relying on his grandfather to be the elder of the family, acting arrogantly and domineeringly, without scruples.

"Haha, that's it, our waste boy, do you still want to increase your memory?" another person walked out of the crowd and blocked the way.

His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were cold, and he glanced around.

The other Mo family teenagers all watched from afar, not daring to approach! Who would help a waste who was born with blocked meridians! In the Sword Luo Continent, a person whose meridians were blocked meant that he had no chance to step into the way of the sword.

Mo Yun's eyes turned to the crowd, his brows furrowed, and he felt a lot of unhappiness in his heart.

Why, could it be that just because I was born with blocked meridians, I should be bullied by you and others? I just don't believe it, on the Sword Luo Continent, there are countless sword techniques, how can there be a sword technique suitable for me to practice? Even if I am born with no pulses, there will definitely be that glimmer of hope!

I only know that only when there is a will can I achieve it! I don't believe in myself, and I haven't set foot in the world one day! I want to pursue the path of cultivation, even if it is God, I can't stop it!

As soon as he thought of this, his brows stretched, and his eyes suddenly opened, projecting an invisible essence like Mo Kongyu, which was terrifying.

His eyes were extremely cold, and he swept past the few people who were blocking the road, and his tone was extremely indifferent: "What's the matter?"

Mo Ran's smug expression was gloomy, he approached him, and said in a deep voice: "Your courage has risen, dare to speak to me like this!"

"I won't say anything to those who bully me! Do you have such qualifications?"

"You...... Forget it! What is there to say to you shit! Even if I kill you, the family won't say anything!"

The people around him were shocked again, and they didn't dare to provoke a few people. is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the export is so vicious, it often costs people's lives, and the so-called human life is like mustard, and it is nothing more than that.

Next to a sixteen-year-old boy, no one dared to stay beside him, he closed his eyes slightly, and did not pay attention to the farce, but just stood quietly in place.

A murderous intent flashed in Mo Yun's eyes, almost unbearable. At a young age, it is so vicious, and human life is really so low?

Turning his dark eyes, he took in the expressions of everyone around him, and sneered instead.

In the past hundred years, there has never been a master of the sword king in the family! The decline of the family can be seen from the children of the family. Young and ignorant, is that really the reason?

He clasped his hands, raised his gaze, stared at Mo Ran's face, and asked coldly, "Mo Ran, do you really want to deceive me?"

The latter was stunned for a moment, and laughed wildly: "Yes, I want to deceive you, what can you do? You waste, you have been practicing for five years, and you are still standing still, not waste, what is it?"

If I had strength, I would not have been bullied by this! If I had strong strength, who would dare to bully me! In the final analysis, strength is respected, and without strength, I am nothing!

Mo Ran's footsteps moved lightly, and he asked gloomily: "Waste, do you want to go against us?" My requirements are not high, as long as you kowtow and admit your mistakes, this matter will be revealed, and I will no longer trouble you, how about it?"

Mo Yun's body suddenly rose a few points, and a momentum rose, pressing in all directions, his tone was cold, and he refused to be thousands of miles away: "I was born, I only kneel in the world of my parents, what are you!"

When I say a word, I am full of pride, and my ambition is higher than the sky! I only kneel to my parents' heaven and earth, and what qualifications do other people have?

"This guy is really a stone in a pit, it's really smelly and hard!" the sixteen-year-old man sighed, and walked closer to the others.

He is Mo Yuanke, the third among the young children of the Mo family, and his strength has reached the ninth level of qi gathering, and he may break through the shackles at any time and step into the ranks of swordsmen.

"You guys, that's enough! Get out of here!" Mo Yuanke stood still, staring at Mo Ran and the others, his tone was cold and cold.

"Mo Yuanke, you ......"

"Do you have the ability to bully Mo Yun, but do you need to be afraid of me? Do you want the two of us to compete?" Mo Yuanke asked indifferently, frowning.

"How could I be your opponent!" Mo Ran shook his head decisively. With his sevenfold cultivation of gathering qi, facing Mo Yuanke, that is looking for death!

"It's good to know!" He paused slightly, his eyes were cold, he swept over a few people, and shouted: "Bullying family peers will be punished heavily!"

Mo Ran's face was gloomy and dripping, he glared at the latter fiercely, and led a few people to leave unwillingly.

Mo Yuanke watched a few people leave, then turned to look at him, and said with a wry smile: "Mo Yun, there are really a lot of people you provoke!"

Looking at the direction in which Mo Ran and the others left, he was stunned, and after a while, he showed a faint smile: "Thank you, cousin! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to escape today!"

"You know, too, but I can't help you out! There are two guys in the family, I can't beat them! If Mo Ran invites them, we will have to run away together!" Mo Yuanke shook his head and said.

"Hmph, they, a bunch of waste, will step on their feet sooner or later!" Mo Yun replied coldly with evil in his eyes.

Mo Yuanke's eyes widened, as if he didn't know him: "Your temper, change it!"

"No need! people don't offend me, I don't offend people, this is my principle!" Mo Yun shook his head and replied firmly.

"You are like this, you always offend them!" Mo Yuanke felt unimpressed by Mo Yun's words, he still persuaded: "I have felt that you are different since I was a child! You are so arrogant, how can you be willing to be mediocre! Even if the meridians are blocked, it can't stop you, right?"

"No matter how difficult it is, I must find a sword technique that is suitable for my cultivation!" Mo Yun raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes were calm and unwavering!

Mo Yuanke also looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and said slowly, "Don't forget, I'm your cousin! I'm afraid, even if it's my eldest brother, I can't compare to me!"

"Stinky beauty!" Mo Yun scolded with a smile, "In the past five years, cousin, you have helped me a lot. If the ego becomes a waste, you will protect me! From today onwards, I will pursue the path of the strong!"

"Listening to you, it really doesn't look like a thirteen-year-old!"

"Because I have learned the importance of strength, and the humiliation I have suffered has taught me that only strength can protect myself. Only the strong can live!" Mo Yun took a deep breath of the cold in the air and spit out sonorous words!

"Don't go for power, that will make you a puppet of power. Protecting one's heart is the most important thing, and we must remember it at all times!" Mo Yuanke said in a solemn tone.

"I'll remember!" Mo Yun smiled and nodded slightly.

Mo Yuanke patted him on the shoulder and said, "I know, and I won't stop you!" However, the family competition is coming, no matter what, you are a family disciple after all, and they don't dare to do anything to you!"

After pondering for a while, he replied: "With my strength, I can't even beat the strength of the gathering energy, and taking the stage is just a humiliation!"

"Alas, fate plays tricks on people!" the latter sighed slightly, "others can look down on you, but you can't do this yourself! Don't blame them for being indifferent, the family is always like this!"

"Such a family has chilled me!" he replied indifferently with his eyes narrowed.

"Power is everything, and we are powerless to change. Unless, overriding the head of the family, the family rules and strict laws are formulated!, otherwise, the decline of the family will be irreversible!" Mo Yuanke was deeply worried, with a sad look on his face, and sighed.

He is an excellent son of the family, and he has received the most training. He is about to become an adult, and his concern for the future of his family is not understandable to ordinary people. Even if, as Mo Yun said, such a family is chilling, but his expectations for the family are not proportional to the glory of the past!

Perhaps, the revitalization of the family will fall on his shoulders!

"You'll do your best, won't you?" he asked rhetorically, his eyes flashing as he stared at Mo Yuanke.

"I won't give up!" replied Mo Yuanke. His expression was determined, and his eyes shone brightly.

"I'll go first, remember, don't provoke them again!" he turned to Mo Yun and walked away.

Standing in place, he smiled bitterly. Mo Yuanke obviously knew that his character was extremely stubborn, but he still had to warn him like this.