But this posture in front of him was a merciless death, which also made Mo Ran couldn't help but exclaim loudly to remind Du Sheng to pay attention. This shout came into Sima Cang's ears, and it made him even more jealous, and he shouted violently, and his fingers were even more neat.

Feeling the ferocious energy coming from the back of his head, Du Sheng's face changed slightly, knowing that something was wrong, he hurriedly jumped sideways to dodge. But his left shoulder was still numb, and his arm couldn't move instantly. Only then did he see that Sima Cang's finger was already on his shoulder. Without waiting for Du Sheng to react, Sima Cang's figure flickered, and instantly appeared in front of him, his fists blasting straight out. The other party was really too fast, and he could only vaguely distinguish the flickering figure of the other person, and he couldn't detect where Sima Cang would appear at all? Du Sheng could only see the move at this time, and his spirit moved, and Tiemu swept horizontally to meet the incoming punch.

Sima Cang thought that he had deterred Du Sheng, so he wanted to be in a hurry and take him down with one move, so he made a dangerous move and bullied him to bombard him closely. But seeing the strong wind brought by Tiemu rolling in, he hurriedly flashed the green shadow, dodged sideways, and stretched out his palms to grab Lin Feng's neck fiercely. This is good, Sima Cang's offensive is just in Du Sheng's arms, no, I am worried that I can't catch your figure, you are good, send it to the door yourself. In the blink of an eye, Du Sheng sacrificed the letter yin and yang needle, which went straight through Sima Cang's palm, flew back and finally returned to his palm, condensed into a gray light, full of spirituality, and the cold glow was shining. Sima Cang's face was confused, when did his spiritual decision be broken, but his figure still stayed in mid-air, looking extremely embarrassing. At this time, he was like a great enemy, looking at the young man in front of him with disbelief, while Du Sheng was the opposite, looking calm and composed.

The lack of actual combat experience makes the two of them stand tall. At this time, Du Sheng didn't think about the victory or defeat in front of him, but was thinking: It turns out that this yin and yang needle still has the effect of breaking the spirit, which is really a major discovery. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the thin needle in my hand with joy, and with a movement of my mind, the letter yin and yang needle disappeared into the dantian sea of knowledge. And with such an opportunity in front of him, how could Du Sheng miss it, his hands clamped Sima Cang's ankles like pliers, pulled violently, and threw them up in the air. Sima Cang only felt numb all over his body, completely unable to exert his strength, the numbness spread throughout his body instantly, he only felt that he was thrown up, and then he was smashed to the ground and rubbed repeatedly, and so on and so forth. The dust in the martial arts arena was stirring, and I saw that Du Sheng was like a windmill, throwing Sima Cang into the air with his palms slowly stretched forward, and the agitation in his heart, he hadn't used the moves in the life-and-death duel for a long time. Seeing that there was a faint aura fluctuating in the palms of his palms, Sima Cang felt a huge force twisting on his body, and he was so numb that he was thrown into the air, a trapeze artist.

It is said that if the qi cultivator is close to the spirit of the refining body, it is a dead word, but this scene is also a bit too brutal. This made Mo Ran, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, very nervous, the boss with a small mouth, his fists clenched in front of his chest, with an unnatural surprised expression.

There was no other sound in the backyard, it was Du Sheng who kept falling Sima Cang, a few fell back and forth, Sima Cang was thrown down, and he immediately stood unsteadily, but his mouth did not stop, and he still scolded unrelentingly: "Damn, you play yin, Lao Tzu is just on your way today, not a real skill." This doesn't count, wait for Lao Tzu to heal his injuries in a few days, and then come back. ”

Hearing this, Du Sheng grinned, didn't bother to pay attention to him, slowly walked to Sima Cang, and "snapped" a slap directly on Sima Cang's face. It is said that beating people does not slap their faces, how can Sima Cang stand it now, he can't struggle, he can only keep scolding. But what greeted him was a series of big mouths. The crackling sound in the backyard also alarmed Mo Ming and the others who were talking nonsense in the front yard, and they rushed over. And the scene in front of him stunned everyone, in the face of Sima Cang's incessant scolding, Du Sheng was also unkind, one slap on the left, one slap on the right, the bow left and right, Sima Cang's face was already swollen like a pig's head, and his mouth was vague.

Seeing this, Mo Ming looked at the three people in the open space, and said in his heart: This little girl from my family will actually cause trouble to me, and I have to let them fight again, I am afraid that I will die, and it will be difficult for the Sima family to explain at that time. Hurriedly dodged, stopped in front of the two, and asked at Mo Ran with a majestic face: "Ranran, what's going on?"

Mo Otherwise, seeing that his father didn't ask the reason, he seemed to be asking himself, and suddenly felt aggrieved, and said with tears in his eyes: "It's all Sima Cang's fault, it's he who pulled Du Sheng's brother to try and compete, and he also killed him." It's just that he's not good, this kid is dead. As he spoke, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly, and his white fist clenched a little tighter.

Du Sheng saw that Mo Ming was inserted horizontally in the middle, which was also at stake, so he put away his killing intent and stepped aside. Seeing this, Mo Ming heard his daughter say this again, and the whole thing had already been guessed. Hurriedly squatted down to help Sima Cang, and after a mental investigation, he knew that Du Sheng was still measured in his hands, and he did not kill him, and Sima Cang only suffered some flesh wounds, so he took out a jade bottle and poured out the granulated blood pill for him to take, and slowly pushed it to help him dissipate the medicinal power. Then he said slowly: "Sima Xian's nephew, today's martial arts competition has ended, you two must not make another incident, you and I are friends in the world, don't make trouble because of a little thing." ”

After Mo Ming finished speaking, he didn't give Sima Cang a chance to object, and with a wave of his hand, he asked his entourage to carry him to the side hall to cultivate.

After arranging these, Mo Ming lightly knocked Mo Ran's little head, and Mo Ran at this time also pretended to be very well-behaved, pinching her shoulders and knocking her arms beside her father, and kept coquettishly in her mouth, as if she was pleading for something. But seeing that Mo Ming's old face was dark, and he pretended to reprimand her a few words, she had to stop talking obediently. Seeing this, Du Sheng also knew that the matter was not too big, so he said with a straight face: "Lord Mocheng, I've caused you trouble." ”

"Haha, it's okay, young people, when they are all strong, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts, not to mention that the conflict itself was not provoked by you. Mo Ming glanced at Du Sheng meaningfully, laughed loudly, and said.

"It's just that, it's all that Sima Cang is not good. Mo Ran heard that his father was also on his side, pouted, grimaced at Du Sheng, and said playfully.

"How dare you say it. Mo Ming looked at his daughter playfully, not afraid of people, and liked to play with her temperament, but there was no way to take her. It's really afraid of melting in my mouth, afraid of falling in my hands, and all that's left is helplessness and love on my face. He couldn't help but look worried, and instead shook his head awkwardly at Du Sheng, and asked, "Boy Du Sheng, there are still twenty days before the admissions conference, why don't you live in the mansion for a while, there are a few high-quality meditation rooms in this mansion, just for you to cultivate, I don't know what you think?"

Du Sheng could hear that Mo Ming's tone was gentle, and he didn't take the previous things to heart, let alone blame himself in the slightest. When I thought that there were still 20 days before the admissions conference started, I was worried that I didn't know where to go. And he also has to take advantage of the time to cultivate well, so now that Mo Ming has taken the initiative to let himself practice quietly in the mansion, why don't he push the boat down the river, so he replied solemnly: "The city lord's intention is exactly what I want, as long as the city lord doesn't bother us." ”

"Of course not, how can I be troublesome to you? My father is the most hospitable, not only can he bear to make his daughter sad, but he is also unwilling to drive Sima Cang's bad boy away, ......hum "Mo Otherwise, he seems to be resentful and bury his father, and from time to time he glances at Mo Ming to see if he can say it, whether his father will be angry with him when he hears it, this kind of appearance is really very cute."

"Haha, you're a little girl, it's good to grab everything I want to say, then you let Daddy say what I say" Mo Ming looked at Mo Ran's playful appearance, pinched her little face, her face was also full of relief, and laughed softly. Then he instructed his followers to make arrangements for their lives. Everywhere he promised, he led Du Sheng to the quiet room. And Du Sheng also had this intention in his heart, originally he planned to hone himself in these twenty days.

"Brother Du Sheng, I'll come to play with you in two days. Mo Otherwise, he followed Du Sheng and whispered softly.

Warm sunlight shines through the carved gaps in the doors and windows, forming fine specks of orange that reveal a distinctly attractive orange. In the quiet room, Du Sheng was sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, his hands constantly dancing and changing movements, forming various knots in front of him. At this time, his eyes were closed, his spirit gathered into a sea of knowledge, and his breathing was smooth and powerful, one by one. The breath of the whole body fluctuates with the breathing, and the surface of Du Sheng's skin faintly exudes a light purple airflow, swirling around the body, and a little bit of thunder light overflows the epidermis, hitting the wooden board to make a burning sound, and the muffled thunder in the abdomen often explodes, as if it is a fierce beast with a fierce flame.

After half a burnt of incense, Du Sheng slowly opened his eyes, his mind turned, and observed the changes in the dantian, now the roots of the thunder wood in the dantian are becoming more and more dense, and the roots and branches are glowing with a faint purple aura, although the purple area is still relatively small, but it is currently the only thunder attribute spiritual power that can be used by himself and on the stage. But after thinking about it again, I feel strange, the thunder flash I cultivated is a spiritual decision, how can I cultivate the spiritual power of the thunder attribute? Now that I have preliminarily cultivated this thunder flash, I don't know how powerful it is. Sensing that a new power had been born in his body, Du Sheng's handsome little face raised a shallow smile and muttered to himself: "Do you want to try the Spirit Decision now?" Hey, why has it only been half a day, and time has passed slowly. Let's continue to consolidate it quietly, and the foundation still needs to be solid. ”