Xiao family, backyard.

Mo Yu looked up at the spacious room in front of him, and on the plaque of the room, there were three blood-red characters of the Douji Hall.

Listening to the occasional shouts from the Fighting Skills Hall, Mo Yu was not surprised, although the Xiao Family's Fighting Skills Hall was not large, and most of the fighting skills stored in it were low-level, but they were already extremely good in Utan City, so occasionally some family children would come.

For high-level fighting skills, Mo Yu had many parts in his mind, and he came here just to learn the basic fighting skills of the Douqi Continent, and by the way, read a book to relax.

So Mo Yu didn't ink, and then stepped into the Douji Hall.

As soon as I entered the Douji Hall, the occasional cheers and cheers of teenagers and girls were faintly heard.

In the Fighting Skills Hall, it is divided into two parts, the east part is the place where the family's fighting skills are stored, and the west part is a training ground of considerable scale, so sometimes, the Xiao family will conduct some competitions here.

Mo Yu naturally didn't have any interest, but plunged headlong into the East District.

Stopping on the east side of the lobby, Mo Yu casually pulled over a purple scroll on the shelf next to him, and then slowly spread it out, and after spreading it out, several large black characters appeared on the back.

Yellow Rank Low: Split Mountain Fist!

Leaning leisurely on the bookshelf, Mo Yu slowly experienced the cultivation and operation skills of this Split Stone Fist, he had rich experience in his previous life, and after a while, he mastered this low-level fighting skill of the Yellow Order.

After initially mastering this fighting technique, Mo Yu came to another shelf, took out a black scroll, and spread it out, with the words written on it.

Yellow Rank Low: Cloud Legs!

For the leg fighting skills, Mo Yu was slightly interested, his Lei Gang body has a great strengthening blessing for the quality of the body, but there are some gaps in skills, although this point Mo Yu has already made up, but it is also excellent to be able to learn from the experience of the Douqi Continent.

In this way, Mo Yu began his own crazy browsing journey, but the scroll barely escaped his hands.

And his crazy behavior also attracted the attention of many people in the Xiao family.

Generally speaking, it is enough for a fighter with fighting spirit to master two or three low-level fighting skills of the Yellow Order, one is that the mastery of fighting skills takes a long time to hone, and people's energy is limited, and they can't learn so many fighting skills at all.

Second, after breaking through the realm of fighters, the usefulness of some low-level fighting skills becomes very small, and higher-level fighting skills need to be learned, so few people will pay too much attention to these low-level fighting skills.

Therefore, Mo Yu's behavior is very puzzling.

Just as Mo Yu was watching the various fighting skills in the Xiao family's fighting skill hall with relish, an uninvited guest came to his side.

"You're Mo Yu?"

A slight inquiry, mixed with a hint of disdain and schadenfreude, sounded in the boy's ears.

Disturbed by the world in the book, Mo Yu's brows suddenly furrowed.

After living for three lives, what he hates most is being interrupted for no reason when he is doing what he likes.

"You are?"

Looking at the slightly chubby young man in front of him, about fifteen or sixteen years old, a trace of anger flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, as if a thunderbolt was burning.

The fat boy was stared at by Mo Yu's cold eyes, and his heart trembled suddenly, he thought it was an opportunity to please Brother Xiao Ning, but how could this person in front of him be so mad!

"I... My name is Xiao Le, and I heard that you did well in the last test, so... Brother Xiao Ning wants to invite you to go and compete on the training ground in the West District. ”

The fat young master was taken by Mo Yu's momentum, and his tone became much more friendly, pointing to the training ground, and said in a slur manner.

Hearing this, Mo Yu also knew that the guy in front of him was just an errand runner, so he turned his gaze to the training ground on the left.

There was a teenager standing on the field, his age should be about seventeen or eighteen, and he looked quite handsome.

This young man is the handsome young man that Mo Yu met before just now, Mo Yu is no stranger to him, he is the grandson of the great elder of the Xiao family, and his cultivation talent is also good, he is only seventeen years old, and he has cultivated to the eighth stage of fighting qi, in the family, only Xun'er can suppress him.

That was before, of course.

"It seems that his previous attitude caused him to misunderstand, what a cautious person."

Seeing Xiao Ning inexplicably targeting himself, Mo Yu thought about it and immediately understood the reason, but he didn't care.

How can an elephant change his attitude towards life because of an ant?

"Cousin Mo Yu, although you are not from my Xiao family, you still have the blood of my Xiao family, now that I invite you to compete, you shouldn't refuse, right?"

Seeing Mo Yu's gaze, Xiao Ning on the field smiled and said, but there was a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

As the heir of the great elder of the clan, he is the first person to be talented except for Xun'er, he has a family background and talent, it can be said that he can compete with the future head of the Xiao family, how can he endure the ignorance of Mo Yu, the descendant of the slave,

Today, he is going to teach the other party a lesson!

Noticing the flash of evil aura in the depths of Xiao Ning's eyes, the corners of Mo Yu's mouth also outlined a dangerous arc.

Since the other party can't think about it so much, it's just time to move your muscles and bones.

"It's hard to be gracious, since that's the case, I'll accompany Cousin Xiao Ning through two moves!" Mo Yu slowly put down the scroll in his hand and turned around and came to the training ground.

"Cousin Xiao Ning broke through the power of the Eight Stages Dou two months ago, and this Mo Yu is in danger."

"Hehe, the descendants of slaves, even if they keep the blood of the Xiao family, they can't compare to the true genius of my Xiao family after all."

"Cousin Xiao Ning, come on!"

Seeing Mo Yu accepting Xiao Ning's challenge, the crowd immediately talked about it, and even called friends to watch this good show.

For some reason, the fat boy Xiao Le remembered the eyes that went deep into his soul just now, but he shivered, he felt.

Xiao Ning, will lose!

"Cousin Mo Yu, to tell you the truth, I have broken through the power of the Eighth Stage Dou a few days ago, if you admit defeat now and bow to me, I can forgive you for the mistake just now."

On the field, Xiao Ning looked at Mo Yu and said confidently.

Hearing this, Mo Yu shook his head lightly and said, "No need, let's start." ”

Seeing Mo Yu's eyes that were still 'empty-eyed', Xiao Ning was furious and said fiercely: "Since that's the case, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" ”

After speaking, Xiao Ning sneered, his fists were slowly clenched, and a faint fighting aura quickly circulated in his body, bringing a wave of strong power.

Slightly silent, Xiao Ning slammed on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body rushed straight towards Mo Yu, who was close at hand, and when he rushed, Xiao Ning's palms were slightly bent, and some sharp nails on his ten fingers were glowing with a little coldness.

When he was only half a meter away from Mo Yu, Xiao Ning's figure suddenly stopped, and his right claw drew a tricky arc, straight to Mo Yu's chest: "Yellow Rank Intermediate Fighting Skill: Split Claw Attack!" ”

Seeing that Xiao Ning actually came up and used the Yellow Rank Intermediate Fighting Technique, everyone in the audience was shocked.

The family strictly forbids heavy hands in the competition, Xiao Ning is obviously breaking the rules by doing this, but thinking that the other party has a grandfather who is a great elder, no one dares to say anything.

They all cast pitiful eyes on Mo Yu, under this move, I am afraid that they will have to lie down for at least a few months.

At this time, looking at the claws that came from the attack with a calm face, Mo Yu raised his palm unhurriedly, and the slightly curled palm was violently opened, and the extremely strong thrust rushed out like thunder.

At the same time, the lightning and thunder patterns on his right arm were also shining, like flames,

"Lei Gang's body!"

Under this huge thrust without warning, Xiao Ning's face changed, his body was as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his feet retreated sharply, until he fell out of the training ground, and then stopped his body in a little embarrassment.

"Xiao Ning, defeat!"