The Sanji Gate, covering an area of hundreds of miles, belongs to the cultivation sect, is located at the edge of the Eastern Regions, surrounded by lofty mountains, deep peaks and ravines, and majestic mountains.

In the early morning, the morning glow is brilliant, scattered like a golden veil, draped on the earth, in the vast sea of clouds, a towering mountain peak penetrates the clouds, the clouds are swirling, just like a fairyland on earth, a crane, a spirit bird, frolicking in the mountain peaks.

At this time, among the many peaks, on one of the relatively short peaks, a vague figure was sitting cross-legged on the peak, closing his eyes and recuperating, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his breathing was very rhythmic.

"Hahaha! Look! Then Mo Ning is practicing that rotten exercise again! What a fool! Knowing that the cultivation of the exercises passed down from his ancestors is extremely slow, he still has to cultivate, and he is really full and has nothing to do!"

"That's right, and this kid is obviously highly qualified, but he has been cultivating for ten years, but he hasn't even opened the second vein of Ren Du, isn't he a fool?"

A group of young men of about sixteen or seventeen years old happened to pass by the hill, uniformly dressed in gray and white clothes, and when they saw the vague figure on the top of the mountain, they immediately burst out laughing, pointing at him with a burst of cynicism.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort came from behind this group of teenagers, only to see a tall middle-aged man wearing dark gray clothes slowly walking from, his eyes were blazing, his essence was exposed, between the dragon and the tiger, there was a faint air current, and the footsteps landed silently, every time he walked, his body could move directly by one meter, obviously a strong martial artist!

"What are you still making noise here!Hurry up and give me a practice!" The middle-aged man had a gloomy face, and scolded the group of teenagers in front of him, and a powerful aura instantly came out of his body, shocking everyone in front of him.

Seeing this middle-aged man, the teenagers who were still sneering suddenly seemed to have seen some terrible beast, and they panicked in their hearts, so frightened that they hurriedly took a few steps back, and even stammered when they spoke.

"Okay, let's go cultivate"

"Hmph!" the middle-aged man snorted coldly again, glanced at them, and then the figure moved, moving towards the figure at the peak.

Looking at the back of Deacon Zhao leaving, this group of teenagers also breathed a sigh of relief, and one of the teenagers showed a trace of anger on his face, panting and saying: "If Deacon Zhao hadn't been Mo Ning's uncle, the sect would have already expelled that Mo Ning from the mountain gate! That guy stayed in the Sanji Gate, which would be a disgrace to our sect!"

However, after the young man finished speaking, he also seemed to be afraid that Deacon Zhao would come back, so he looked around cautiously, and the group hurriedly went down the mountain along the path

Deacon Zhao came to the top of the mountain, hid behind a big rock, his breath was restrained, and he couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the figure who was sitting cross-legged with his brows tightly locked.

"This kid is really the same as his father's character, he is so stubborn! After all, he has been practicing that exercise for almost ten years! But he still has no idea of giving up. ”

Looking around, I saw the figure sitting cross-legged, but it was a young man who was only fifteen years old, who was also an ordinary disciple of the Sanji Sect, dressed in gray and white clothes, clean and tidy, with a delicate and white face, a shawl, a pair of dark eyes full of determination, let the cold wind on the top of the mountain howl, and hunt in clothes, but he was unmoved.

"Mo Ning!" Deacon Zhao walked out from behind the boulder and shouted at Mo Ning's back.

"En?" Mo Ning's eyes lit up when he heard the familiar voice, and he quickly stood up and turned his head, and a smile appeared on his face after seeing Deacon Zhao's tall figure.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

"I just came back from my quest in the door, and I stopped by to see you. Deacon Zhao's eyes flickered, looked at Mo Ning, took a deep breath, and then said softly: "Ning'er, you have good qualifications, even if the Three Extremes Sect belongs to an unpopular sect in the Eastern Regions, but its exercises are at least much stronger than the broken exercises you cultivate, if you change your practice to practice, your future achievements will definitely be above me!"

"Uncle, don't say it. As soon as this topic was mentioned, Mo Ning's face was solemn, his eyes were full of determination, his eyes looked directly at Deacon Zhao, and he said solemnly: "The exercise I am practicing now has been handed down from my ancestors, and every generation must be cultivated, even if this exercise is very low-level, but I will not disappoint my dead father!"

As Mo Ning spoke, a trace of sadness couldn't help but appear in the depths of his eyes.

Mo Ning's father, Mo Zhen, and Deacon Zhao are close friends of life and death, but his cultivation is on par with the ordinary disciples of the Three Poles Sect.

Whether it is Mo Ning or his father Mo Jian, although their qualifications are not the kind of geniuses with excellent roots, they can also be regarded as superior, however, Mo Zhen and Mo Ning have been practicing a strange technique passed down from their family's ancestors, and over the years, their cultivation has not increased at all.

Looking at Mo Ning's emaciated back with a hint of loneliness, Deacon Zhao's nose was inexplicably sour, and he let out a long sigh, knowing in his heart that no matter how much he persuaded Mo Ning, it was useless, he shook his head, his figure flashed, and he walked down the mountain.

After Deacon Zhao left, Mo Ning took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, his eyes slowly closed, his hands clenched, and his breathing was steady.

"Whew!!"

Suddenly, Mo Ning's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and at the moment when his eyes opened and closed, a trace of essence flickered, and Mo Ning's right hand was clenched into a fist, and it hit out in a strange trajectory, so fast that people only felt that their eyes were shaking.

However, when Mo Ning threw this punch, it did not set off any strong wind, nor did he make a sound, as if his fist had completely merged with the air, silently.

"Bang!"

The next moment, in silence, Mo Ning's fist slammed into a boulder in front of him, and a dull sound came from the place where the boulder and the fist met.

If anyone was present, they would clearly see that after Mo Ning's fist hit the boulder, the muscles in his arm suddenly trembled, and turned into a tenacious force, pouring out of the fist and blasting into the boulder, and a shallow pit of three feet in size was smashed out, and the rubble was scattered.

Punching out this punch, Mo Ning's eyes froze, and while he withdrew his fist, his other hand was already ready to attack, his fist was clenched, and the same silent punch bombarded the boulder in front of him, smashing out a shallow pit.

This punch method, one of the exercises in the Three Extremes, "Xuan Bang Fist", can perfectly hide your strength when you use it, and then explode together!

However, it is also because Mo Ning's cultivation is not enough, this "Xuan Bang Fist" has always been unable to reach the realm of Xiaocheng.

Silently blasted out a punch again, after smashing a small pit in the boulder, Mo Ning seemed to have used up the strength of his whole body, his hands hung down weakly, sweating, panting heavily, and his delicate face was slightly pale.

After calming down his state, Mo Ning adjusted his state, that is, he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and a mantra of the exercises appeared in his mind.

Mo Ning silently recited the mantra in his heart, and the next moment, the whole person's breathing became quite rhythmic, and a trace of cool air flowed into Mo Ning's body from heaven and earth, making him refreshed.

Mo Ning's practice of the exercises, was given to him by his father when he was a child, it is said to be the exercises left by his ancestors, called "The Book of Phases", since he was a child, his father told Mo Ning that no matter what, he must always practice this exercise.

However, this exercise is more like a secular art of war book, most of which are about the general's conquest and the prime minister's method of governing the country, but for the method of cultivation, it only touches on a little, every time Mo Ning cultivates, at most he can only absorb a meager trace of heaven and earth aura, and the effect is very small!

However, Mo Ning's temper was inherited from his father, who was as stubborn as a cow, and after practicing this exercise, he would definitely not switch to other exercises!

As the sun sets, the dusk sunlight, like a light veil, sprinkles on the mountains, still the slightly dwarf peak, on which a young figure is waving his fist tirelessly

"Whew, let's practice here today. ”

Until late at night, Mo Ning finally stopped what he was doing, his chest rose and fell, panting slightly, his eyes glanced at the moon above his head, and then he straightened his clothes and walked towards his house in the moonlight.

In a slightly old house, Mo Ning went straight to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and recited the mantra silently, and a cool air flow suddenly appeared in the lower abdomen, slowly circulating.

This cool air flow is a trace of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, but Mo Ning can only take this spiritual energy into his body now, but he can't refine it.

Only those powerful martial artists can refine these heaven and earth aura for their own use, Mo Ning, including the disciples of the younger generation of the Three Extremes Sect, are not qualified to refine the heaven and earth aura now, and can only rely on it to strengthen his physical body while flowing in his own body.

In the end, when the physical body is strong, you can open up the second vein of Ren Du and cultivate the Yuan Force, that is, you have reached the early stage of the Fan Yuan Realm.

"Although the cultivation of this "General Aspect Sutra" is very slow, but every day my physical strength will be a little stronger, and it is estimated that it will not be long before I can get through the second vein of Ren Du!" Mo Ning ran the "General Aspect Sutra" to control a trace of spiritual energy circulating in his body, and after half an hour, Mo Ning felt that his strength was finally a little stronger.

"Bang!!"

At this time, the door of Mo Ning's house was suddenly broken by a figure, and the strong force caused the fragments of the wooden door to bounce wantonly, and it was directly embedded in the ground, and the figure also twitched a few times and fell to the ground.

"Uncle!!" Mo Ning Dingqing looked at it, but her pupils shrank violently, and she quickly stood up, ran to the figure, and held it in her arms.

I saw that in Mo Ning's arms, Deacon Zhao was in rags, covered with blood, dying, there seemed to be a black gas between his eyebrows, his face was pale, his lips were purple, obviously he was poisoned by some kind of poison, his entire right hand had been amputated, and the blood was surging, and after a while, a pool of blood had formed on the ground in Mo Ning's room.

"Uncle, what's the matter!Who made you like this?" Mo Ning looked at Deacon Zhao, who was still bleeding in his arms, and suddenly looked flustered, and hurriedly blocked his hands at the right arm that had been amputated, as if he wanted to block the bubbling blood.

"Ahem, Ning'er, you hold this thing, ahem, this is what your father left for you" Deacon Zhao's whole person was very weak, blood was constantly spilling from his mouth, but he still trembled his hand, took out a black bead the size of a dragon's eye from his arms and stuffed it into Mo Ning's arms.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a more feminine voice came from outside the door of the room, Mo Ning was stunned, looked up, but saw a middle-aged man in dark gray clothes, the same age as Deacon Zhao, with a gloomy face, a hooked nose, a hint of evil in his eyes, and a sharp sword in his hand that was constantly dripping blood, and a pretty woman wearing a purple cheongsam was being held in his arms.