The old monster of the Moro family, Zong Moluo, and the youngest elder of the temple, Zhang Debiao, swore to worship, this incident caused a lot of sensation in Tianbi City, and the major aristocratic families in the city came to watch the ceremony and congratulated one after another, but no one from the Jialuo clan came.

Even those aristocratic families who came to congratulate him did not think much of Zongmoro's move, thinking that this old monster of the Moro family was confused, and even surrendered his identity and worshipped a fourteen-year-old boy, although this boy was a temple elder.

Patriarch Yin Moro couldn't help it, and secretly asked Zong Moro, complaining: "Abba, why do you have to bow down to Elder Aman?

"Ah Yin, your vision is too short-sighted. Zong Moro smiled: "It's too late for him to surrender his identity now, and when he grows up, if he wants to make friends with him, he will have to wait for others to surrender his identity." ”

"Abba, do you think that he has a bright future when you see that he can fight with you?" Yin Moro Patriarch was puzzled and said disapprovingly: "You are self-proclaimed cultivators, and you are on a par with him, and it is natural to have a tie, after you used the Moro Golden Divine Throne, you did not change your moves, if you used the fighting skills such as the upper poke knife and the lotus finger, he would have been defeated a long time ago!"

Zong Moro sighed, smiled and said: "Do you think that if you were you, you can also defeat him?" Ah Yin, don't forget, I am a self-proclaimed cultivator, but my sixty or seventy years of experience in martial arts has not been sealed, and the realm has not been sealed, so I don't know how much I have taken advantage of him, so I can't help him. The most important thing is that he also has fist intent and divine thoughts, which is what I attach the most importance to!"

Patriarch Yin Moluo was extremely unconvinced, and was about to argue, but he heard Zong Moro say: "Ah Yin, do you know what the fist intent divine thought means?"

Without waiting for him to answer, Zong Moro continued, "This means that you have opened a window and can see the window of the Dou Sheng Realm!"

Yin Moluo's face changed drastically, his breathing was a little short, and he said, "Abba, you also have fist intent divine thoughts, can you say ......?"

Zong Mora shook his head slightly, and said abruptly: "I can't, I'm already old, and that old monster of the Garo family is also old, if we had comprehended the fist intent divine thought thirty years ago, it would have been possible to impact the Sage Realm, but now this body has begun to age...... But Ah Man can, he is still young, he comprehended the fist intent at the age of fourteen, and it can be said that he is the most promising person to become a fighting saint!"

Yin Moro couldn't help but be gloomy, not that Zong Moro couldn't become a fighting saint, but that his sad father finally admitted that he was old.

"The old man has always been a child's spleen, and it is the first time that he admits that he is old......"

Zong Moro smiled and said: "Ah Yin, didn't you just say that you can also fight to a draw with Ah Man? Come, come, Lao Tzu self-appointed cultivator, you and I have two hands!"

Suddenly, the old man shouted violently, grabbed Yin Moluo's hands with both hands, and the fighting qi poured out from his whole body, shaking the space for a while, and then under the action of the spiritual power that was condensed like a substance, he suddenly formed a third arm formed purely by the fighting qi, and hit Yin Moluo on the lower abdomen with a punch!

Before Yin Moro could react, he was knocked away on the spot by his punch, and he didn't know where he fell, but he was extremely happy in his heart: "Abba is not old yet......

Zhang Debiao was walking towards the two, and the patriarch Yin Moluo was punched away by the old man, and the cannonballs flew out, which really startled him, and hurriedly said: "Big brother, is Yin Moluo okay?"

"It's fine. Zong Moro didn't care, and said with a smile: "This kid has been used to being beaten by me since he was a child, and he doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't get beaten for a day." In the past few years, I have been a patriarch, so I didn't beat him, and I punched him today, and it felt good, which was enough for him to be happy for a long time!"

Zhang Debiao was speechless for a while, and said in his heart: "I originally thought that the southern Xinjiang people in the city no longer had the customs in the forest, but I didn't expect it to be preserved. It's the same, I haven't been beaten by Abba for a long time, and I miss it a little in my heart......"

"Aman, are you used to living here?" asked Zongmora.

Zhang Debiao nodded, he lived in the Moro family for two days, and saw that the children of the Moro family did not look like the children of nobles at all, and still maintained the style of the southern Xinjiang people who were decisive in killing, and were not corrupted by foreign civilizations.

Moreover, the Moro family has a complete set of inheritance system, all kinds of fighting spirit methods, spiritual power refining methods, and even a group of alchemists and wizards as diners, and I can't help but deeply admire the heritage of this kind of family lord.

This complete inheritance system is enough to make the Moro clan prosperous for a long time, and continuously cultivate talents for them!

However, today's main city of the forest is not bad at all, the bad habits of the temple have been improved by Zhang Debiao, plus the branch of the Star Academy, after a few years, it can achieve the effect of producing talents, and after one or two generations, the background will far exceed that of the great lords of the family like Moro and Jialuo!

"Aman, are you cultivating the Dragon Meng Treasure Elephant?"

Zhang Debiao nodded honestly, and Zong Moro said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the temple actually had this kind of martial arts inheritance!" However, the cultivation of the Dragon Meng Treasure Elephant has great drawbacks, and it is necessary for the Alchemy Grandmaster to use dragon blood or something like Bimeng blood to improve the strength of the body. I've been fighting the old monsters of the Garo clan for decades, and I know the drawbacks of this mental method. Before, the old man had caught a Beamon beast and tried to make himself have Beamon blood. Lao Tzu thought for a moment, this kid didn't fuse the blood of Beamon so powerful, if he fused, wouldn't it be even more powerful? As a result, on the third day, this Beamon died......

Zhang Debiao blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "How did this Beamon die?"

Zong Moro said triumphantly: "Naturally, he was secretly killed by Lao Tzu!" You didn't see what the old monster's stinky face looked like, and he was angry and desperate to find Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu had a big fight with him, and he was lame by him, but he was not happy, and his arm was twisted by Lao Tzu......

Zhang Debiao first praised it, and then said with a smile: "Big brother, it's good if you don't kill that Beamon giant beast, secretly poison that Beamon giant beast, and that old monster will be poisoned if it fuses Beamon's blood?"

Zong Moro was slightly stunned, and suddenly slapped his thigh hard, and said in annoyance: "Why didn't I think of this good idea......

Yin Moluo had just come back from outside in a hurry, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he immediately turned his head and left with a black face.

"This old and young are all so bad that they are bleeding pus......"

"Yin Moluo, this kid, can be defended, but not enough. As the head of a clan, the means are necessary, he is too old to be!"

Zong Moro watched Yin Moro leave, shook his head, and said: "Ah Man, the Dragon Meng Treasure Elephant is very powerful, but it also has drawbacks, heavy attack, ignoring defense, I think your cultivation may have gone into a misunderstanding." When you encounter an ordinary opponent, you can easily win, but if you encounter a good opponent with a fighting spirit, you will definitely suffer!"

Zhang Debiao showed a look of disapproval, he had dealt with a good hand with a fighting spirit, but he did not find that he had gone into a misunderstanding.

Zong Moro smiled: "Don't you believe it, let me tell you, the fighting spirit is like the real attack power of the knife!"

The old man suddenly stretched out his palm, turned into an eagle's claw, and said: "After cultivating to achieve a fighting spirit like a knife, you don't need to use a weapon at all! This is a fighting skill that can only be cultivated by a good hand who cultivates a fighting spirit like a knife, Heavenly Demon Finger!"

I saw that his five fingers suddenly became longer, and one after another knives shot out from his fingertips, up to two meters long, extremely sharp, as clear as a pool of water. With a slight movement of the five fingers, the knife qi cut through the long air, making a sound of breaking the air.

Zhang Debiao's face changed slightly, this kind of fighting skill is more dangerous than holding a sharp blade!

One can imagine what would happen if all ten fingers shot such a knife and cut through the human body!

Zong Moro took away the Heavenly Demon Finger and said with a smile: "This is just a fighting skill that can be used in the intermediate stage of the Fighting Qi Like a Knife, when it reaches the peak, the mind moves, and the Fighting Qi surges out, like ten thousand knives at once!"

Zongmoro's body moved slightly, only to hear the sound of countless sword winds, and the overwhelming sword rays shot out from all over his body, slashing forward with a brush, like hundreds of people swinging their knives together!

Zhang Debiao was completely stunned, how can people prevent this kind of method?

Zong Mora said again: "This kind of attack, even if you cultivate to the peak of your fighting qi like a sword, you can only use one move, and after one move, your whole body's fighting qi will be exhausted. ”

Zhang Debiao was still shocked, even if he could only use one move, but in the past, even if there were dozens of vindictive good players around him, they were all killed, what second move was needed!

Even if the opponent doesn't use the move of ten thousand swords, but uses a fighting skill such as the Heavenly Demon Finger, it will be equally impossible to resist!

"Now the fighting spirit is like a knife, can anyone really use such a move?" Zhang Debiao hurriedly asked, he had also met several sword fighters who had cultivated to achieve a fighting spirit like a knife, but he had not found this terrifying method.

Zong Moro said with a smile: "People of foreign races may not be able to use ten thousand swords at once, because in the same realm, their fighting spirit is not as pure and strong as our southern Xinjiang people, but fighting skills such as the Heavenly Demon Finger can be used." Like the five main cities, there are many young talents who have reached the peak of their fighting spirit, among which ......"

The old man glanced at him and said meaningfully, "There are two in the Jia Luo family!"

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He had already tested it on Sheldon Pula, and his body would definitely not be able to resist the attack of the fighting spirit like a knife, and Sheldon Pura was probably just entering the realm of the fighting spirit like a knife, and it could only be regarded as a beginner. If you change to a stronger, more refined, and more domineering Southern Xinjiang barbarian fighter, the attack power of the sword will definitely be doubled!

The contradiction between Zhang Debiao and the Jialuo tribe has been unable to ease since the moment he got the Longmeng Treasure Elephant, and it is inevitable that there will be a collision with the Jialuo tribe. But Zongmoro couldn't give him much help, after all, Jia Luo and Moro are both big families, and a large-scale war will inevitably cause heavy casualties, and Zongmoro still has to think about his family after all.

So he let Zhang Debiao see the strength of his fighting spirit like a knife, just to make Zhang Debiao vigilant.

Zong Mora turned around and left, and said indifferently: "Aman, you have offended the Garo clan, with the constraints of our Moro clan, it is impossible for the Garo clan to send a master like Murigala to kill you, but the good hands in their clan can attack unscrupulously, after all, the background of the Garo clan is still above my Moro clan, and there are many masters of the younger generation!"

"In our southern Xinjiang, the strong is the supreme, and the big fist is the truth! Aman, you have been calm in our Moro family for a few days, but after these few days, the methods of the Garo clan will inevitably come out! If you don't want to hide here for the rest of your life, you must make yourself stronger and your fists bigger!"

(To be continued)