On a green grass, a teenager lay on his back, his hands pillowed behind his head, seemingly leisurely, but there was a trace of anxiety between his expression and eyebrows.

"Brother Han Mo, it turns out that you are here. ”

In the distance, a sweet voice broke into the young man's ears, the young man sat up, slowly raised his head, under the illumination of his eyes, the young man's slightly immature face looked extremely decadent, sighed and said, "What are you doing here?"

I saw that from the slope of the grass, a pure and lovely girl ran quickly, the girl's liveliness and the boy's melancholy are diametrically opposed, it looks so incongruous, the girl saw that the boy seemed to be in a bad mood and understood, and said with some resentment: "Those villains know how to bully Brother Han Mo, why didn't they dare to shout when Brother Han Mo was strong in the past, and when Ling'er is strong in the future, they must teach them a good lesson." ”

Han Mo was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the girl in front of him who was about the same age as himself, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile, and he sighed and shook his head, is he really such a wretch?

Han Mo is an ordinary person on the Turbulent Continent, living in a Han family called Luoer Town, the Han family is just a small family for the Turbulent Continent, but it still has a great status in Luoer City, this shijie is respected by martial arts and has strong strength, then you are the object of respect of the world, on the contrary, just like the current Han Mo, he has been bullied by the world.

"Let's go. Han Mo waved his hand boringly, turned around and walked in the direction of the family, walking on the street, some people completely ignored Han Mo, and some people were almost all pointing with ridicule, Han Mo was used to this kind of look, in his opinion, the other party was the clown.

Han Mo is sixteen years old this year, and three years ago, he broke the record that Kyle City had not broken for thousands of years, that is, the first time in thousands of years to become a martial artist before the age of thirteen, and he also condensed the Fighting Qi Soul Crystal.

At that time, it was almost a sensation in the empire, but then there was pressure, these were the preludes to the storm, and after half a year, the soul crystal of the fighting spirit that had been condensed in the body was inexplicably broken, and the soul crystal of a martial artist was broken, which means that he will not be able to become a martial artist in the future, and the inability to condense the fighting spirit means that he will become a wasted person.

This was a bolt from the blue for Han Mo, who was only thirteen years old, from the genius cultivated by the family to the lowest member of the family, although Han Mo did not give up cultivation and training, but fate is like this, the martial artist who has lost the soul crystal is equivalent to saying goodbye to Dou Qi.

Han Mo strolled on the street, and the surrounding shijie seemed out of place, Han Ling did not speak, quietly followed behind Han Mo, since Han Mo became a waste, almost all the people looked down on Han Mo, and they seemed to avoid Han Mo, as if they were afraid that Han Mo would bring mildew to them, only Han Ling followed Han Mo every inch, and when Han Mo encountered danger, he would always rush out, Han Mo was sincerely grateful to Han Ling, but Han Mo felt that he didn't deserve it at all.

Han Ling looked at Han Mo, who bowed his head and was silent, bit his lip lightly and said, "Brother Han Mo, there is still a month before the new batch of family members will hold an adult test. ”

Han Mo paused when he heard this, his fists couldn't help but clench, his nails were inserted into the flesh and there were traces of blood overflowing, Han Mo didn't seem to feel the pain, he still clenched his fists until the blood flowed out of his fists, and suddenly let go of his fists again, his expression returned to his original state, and he seemed to see a lot at once, and chuckled: "What's wrong with the test, what if you can't pass it, it's a big deal to be sent to a distant place to be an inferior worker, I, Han Mo, am a bad life, and sooner or later I will have to fend for myself." So saying, he walked forward.

Han Ling looked at the departing Han Mo in a daze, two lines of tears unconsciously flowed in his eyes, Han Mo three years ago was so chic, when he was bullied by his peers before, he directly injured people regardless of the clan rules, and was punished for himself, but now the domineering and arrogant Han Mo has actually become like this, Han Ling looked at it in addition to being distressed or distressed, both of them were orphans in the clan, and their parents were killed by robbers when they went out to escort goods, it can be said that they are sympathetic, but everything will not be fine.

Han Mo glanced back and saw that Han Ling didn't follow, but a trace of loss suddenly welled up in his heart, and he turned around and continued to walk forward, but he didn't know that someone had been staring at him for a long time in the distance.

"Good boy, it's actually Yanwu physique, no, otherwise let him slip away. On the second floor of the inn in the distance, an old man in ordinary clothes looked at Han Mo's back and muttered, and as he spoke, he jumped directly down from the second floor of the inn and chased in the direction where Han Mo left.

"Hey, little friend, what's your name?" the old man directly stopped Han Mo who was walking with his head down and asked, but Han Mo kept his head down and walked around the old man.

The old man looked at the strange Han Mo, and suddenly became interested, he was really careful, and he actually pretended to be depressed as an adult, and stopped Han Mo again and said: "Little friend, why are you so rude, I told you that you should look up and take a look." ”

Seeing that the old man was blocking him again, Han Mo raised his head a little impatiently, looked at the old man in front of him who was dressed in general and had messy hair, and said a little puzzled: "Grandpa, my name is Han Mo, are you in trouble?"

When the old man saw that Han Mo had finally spoken, he immediately laughed, pulled Han Mo over and said softly, "Little friend Han Mo, I don't know if you have a master?" the old man asked with some expectation.

Hearing this, Han Mo couldn't help but show a wry smile at the corner of his mouth: "No." As he spoke, he lowered his head in frustration.

The old man immediately laughed happily when he heard this, grabbed Han Mo's shoulders with both hands and said, "Na, Han Mo, are you willing to worship me as a teacher, I can teach you a lot of things." ”

Han Mo shook his head expressionlessly and said, "Old man, I don't need a master. ”

"Weishenme?" the old man said with some confusion, in this shijie, if you have a master who is willing to take you to practice, it will take a lot of detours, and even the cultivation will be much faster, and the little boy in front of him will actually refuse himself.

"I..." Han Mo was a little speechless and stopped, and only after a while did he grit his teeth and say, "I don't have a soul crystal, so I'm no longer qualified to cultivate." ”

Hearing this, the old man hurriedly patted his head and said to himself: "Look at my head, why is it not good to be old when you are old, this is the characteristic of Yanwu's physique." Then he turned to Han Mo and said: "Han Mo, it doesn't matter about this, as long as you worship me as a teacher, I will make you a martial artist, no, no, it is a stronger master." ”

Han Mo was shocked when he heard this, staring at the old man's eyes in disbelief, his body trembled slightly due to excitement, but he still asked calmly: "Old man, didn't you lie to me? I don't have soul crystals anymore, how can I become a strong man?"

The old man smiled leisurely and said: "Silly boy, how could I lie to you, who said that you can't become stronger without soul crystals, there is nothing on Shijie that I can't do." ”

Han Mo saw that the old man didn't look like he was lying, besides, the old man wouldn't have nothing to fool himself to play, so he hurriedly bent his knees, knelt on the ground and shouted excitedly: "I'm willing to apprentice, I'm willing to apprentice." ”