The surrounding Han family people were shocked when they heard this, and looked at Han Zhen and Han Mo with some puzzlement, obviously they didn't know the meaning of Han Zhen's words, because everyone was so engrossed in watching it before, they almost ignored what the people around them said, after all, Han Mo was not the only one who was talking, and the shouts and cheers were endless.

Although Han Ling heard Han Mo speak, he didn't understand what Han Mo was saying at all, and he also looked at Han Zhen blankly.

Han Mo's brows couldn't help frowning, he scratched his head and said, "Uncle Han, I don't know why my head was hot just now, I"

Han Zhen was very shocked in his heart that Han Mo Weishenme would know how to fight so well, since Han Mo lost his soul crystal, although he insisted on meditation every day, he rarely exercised in the family, and now seeing that Han Mo himself was a little puzzled, his heart was even more puzzled.

"Then what you said just now is right?" Han Zhen asked tentatively, with some expectation in his eyes, although Han Mo had lost his soul crystal, Han Zhen always felt that this kid was very extraordinary, and he always felt that he was very unusual.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, and nodded slowly, just now he seemed to have a dream, and he said a series of words that he didn't quite understand in a daze.

Han Zhen's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw this, judging from it now, either Han Mo was lying, or Han Mo really didn't know what had just happened, according to Han Zhen's understanding of Han Mo, Han Mo shouldn't be lying, at least in his impression, Han Mo hadn't lied.

"Okay, let's all disperse, what should I do, as long as the people of the Situ family step into my Han family's bazaar in the future, they can do it directly, no need to talk nonsense. Han Zhen knew that he couldn't ask anything, and shouted at the surrounding Han family.

"Yes. Everyone was full of enthusiasm when they heard this, they had long been displeased with the Situ family, and with the permission of the head of the family, they would not have to endure it in the future.

Han Zhen and Han Mo exchanged a few words and then turned to leave, and in the blink of an eye, only Han Mo and Han Ling were still standing in the same place on the huge street.

Han Mo frowned, thinking about everything that had happened before, and the scene of Situ Xiong and Han Zhen's fight was replayed in his mind like a real scene.

"Brother Han Mo, what's wrong with you, are you okay?" Han Ling couldn't help but ask suspiciously when he saw Han Mo in a daze.

Han Mo was stunned when he heard this, and said with an apologetic smile: "It's okay, let's go to the back mountain, I want to trouble Ling'er with something." With that, he walked towards the back mountain of the family alone, Han Ling scratched his head in confusion and quickly followed.

"Brother Han Mo, what is the matter?" Han Ling walked behind Han Mo and said with some curiosity, Han Mo rarely asked others to help him in his usual days, but this time he actually asked himself to do him a favor, and he would inevitably be curious.

Han Mo came to the back mountain and found a relatively spacious grassland, then stopped and said: "I watched Uncle Han's battle before, I want to practice, I don't know if Ling'er is willing to help me, you just need to attack me." ”

Han Ling was stunned when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Brother Han Mo, is this going to practice?" Although he was a little happy because Han Mo chose to practice, he was a little puzzled and said, "But Brother Han Mo, can you?"

Han Mo naturally knew what Han Ling was referring to, and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, as long as you don't fight with me." After Han Mo said that, he picked up a big branch and handed it to Han Lingdao, "You will attack me with this branch." ”

Han Ling took the branch, still a little hesitant in her heart, Han Mo was still a person without soul crystals in her impression, although her strength was not strong, but her strength had also reached the level of a six-yuan martial artist, although she had not studied any combat skills, but her fighting spirit could still hurt people.

"It's okay, come on, or I'll be upset. Han Mo said with some urging and threat.

Hearing this, Han Ling had no choice but to nod helplessly, and planned to wave it casually twice, so that he didn't have to be vindictive, and tightened the branch in his hand and said, "Then I'm coming." With that, he took the branch and hit Han Mo's left arm.

Han Mo naturally knew that Han Ling would not exert all his strength, so he stepped forward with his right foot, and the fighting spirit of the dual-element martial artist erupted, shaking the branches into several knots.

"Brother Han Mo, you?" Han Ling pointed at Han Mo and exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes were about to pop out, and covering his mouth was like the most incredible thing on Yujian.

However, Han Ling quickly reacted, grabbed Han Mo's hand, looked at it carefully, and said with some excitement: "Brother Han Mo, did you see it? That was a fighting spirit just now, Brother Han Mo, you have a fighting spirit!"

Han Mo looked at the excited Han Ling, and patted Han Ling's head happily and said, "Of course I know, that's why I asked you to help me practice, I haven't practiced combat skills for more than three years, and if I don't practice, I'm really going to become a waste." ”

Han Ling nodded excitedly when he heard this, in three years, Han Ling hadn't been so happy for three years, this young man in front of him, it seemed that his emotions could always affect him, he was happy, he was happy.

"Ling'er will accompany Brother Han Mo to practice, but Brother Han Mo still has to be careful. Han Ling picked up a branch again and smiled at Han Mo.

Han Mo stretched out his hands and put on a fighting jiashi and said, "Let the horse come over." ”

Han Ling chuckled, took the branch and rushed up, although he let go a lot compared to before, he still couldn't make a move, for fear of hurting Han Mo.

After a while, it was surprising that no matter how fast Han Ling's attack was, it would be lightly flashed by Han Mo, and some of the steps were even so graceful.

It's just that although Han Mo can avoid it, his physical strength seems to be very unoptimistic, but he has been out of breath not long after exercising.

"Brother Han Mo, do you want to rest for a while?" Han Ling saw that Han Mo was already sweating profusely, and immediately asked distressedly.

"No, let's continue. Han Mo shook his head and said, there are only more than twenty days left before the clan test, and the time is already very tight, Han Mo can't let this clan test have any mistakes.

Although Han Ling did not use his fighting spirit, his speed had already reached the limit of the six-yuan martial artist, although Han Mo had been unable to dodge many times, but he was always dodged by Han Mo at the juncture, Han Mo unknowingly, the pace under his feet also formed a subconscious, if he Yujian Han Ling's same attack again, the musculature on his body could not help but control his body to dodge, causing the enemy to move, and he could know the enemy's attack direction.

It wasn't until almost an hour later that Han Mo was finally hit on his right shoulder by the branch in Han Ling's hand, piercing his clothes, and even breaking a small piece of the cortex, spilling a trace of blood.

"Ah, Brother Han Mo, are you okay, it's all Ling'er's fault. Seeing this, Han Ling immediately exclaimed, discarded the branch and ran to Han Mo, and said with an apologetic face.

Han Mo patted the wound and said with some gasp: "It's okay, this little injury will be healed in two days." Han Mo sat on the ground as he spoke, at this time he was already tired and sweaty, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, just now it was because Han Mo's physical strength was overdrawn, so his body couldn't keep up with the reaction, and he was hit by Han Ling, otherwise Han Mo had the confidence to continue to dodge.

Han Ling looked at Han Mo who was so rude, discharged Han Mo's hand, stroked the wound and said, "You guy, you are so rude to yourself, I really don't know what to say about you." ”

Han Mo looked at Han Ling, who was also tired and overflowing with sweat stains, and said with a smile: "Ling'er, xiexie you!"

Han Ling was stunned when he heard this, and said with a little blush: "Brother Han Mo thanked me for something, why are you so polite to Ling'er, you Ling'er is not used to it." ”

Han Mo sighed happily, his body unconsciously felt extremely comfortable, this kind of relaxed feeling has not been possessed for three years, three years of waste made him even want to die, but once he died, he was reluctant, he had a grandfather, Uncle Han, and this Ling'er who took care of himself everywhere.

"What is Brother Han Mo thinking?" Han Ling couldn't help but ask curiously when he saw that Han Mo was distracted again.

"Nothing, nothing. Han Mo smiled awkwardly when he heard this, just now he lost his mind and couldn't help but think of Han Ling before, and now he is really embarrassed to think about it.

Han Ling nodded obediently, and suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, Brother Han Mo, when did you regain your fighting spirit, Weishenme Ling'er doesn't know anything about it, and you shouldn't look like a one-yuan martial artist, right?"

was asked about the death hole, Han Mo suddenly became a little entangled, he didn't like to lie in the first place, for this matter, he had already lied many times, and he also deceived his grandfather, thinking of this, he felt a little guilty.

Han Mo suddenly had an idea, and secretly said in his heart that if he can't lie, then don't say it, and said with a straight face: "Ling'er, it's not that Brother Han Mo won't tell you, it's just that you can't say it too much now, as long as Brother Han Mo can say it, he will be the first to tell you." ”