The abnormality of his body broke his plan, and Mo Fan had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, and he went back after a round around the school field. The so-called parents leave not many things for themselves, but there are also a lot, they are all extremely precious things, and they need to be sorted out.

A fire spirit bead, a top-grade fifth-order fire spirit sword, a sealed sword of unknown grade, two boxes of energy crystals, and less than a fire spirit crystal, a copy of "Heavenly Fire Burning Yuan Lu" and a "Blazing Golden Light Sword", I don't know why this martial arts are not complete.

This windfall from the sky did not smash him unconscious, and he returned to normal after cleaning up his excitement, and now it is the right way to completely refine this newly acquired extreme blade sword, and there is no point in boring fighting, but it is not that he is afraid. He doesn't care what Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Heaven Patrol Hall you are, to hell with it!

As soon as he informed his father-in-law, Mo Fan entered the secret room, he used the method of blood refining to quench his blood and open the front, and before he knew it, a day and a night had passed, and the blood-soaked Extreme Blade Sword took on a new look. His pale face looked at the quaint long sword in front of him happily, the hilt was engraved with the word Jifeng, the dark red sword body was covered with cloud patterns, and the sharp blade was restrained, and it was immediately sharp after injecting true qi.

"Good sword!

Mo Fan praised the sword and put it away, and the next thing to do was to get rid of the prohibition that Ming Dao had imposed on him. He calmly ran the "Mixed Yuan Wuji", and the mixed Yuan True Qi immediately submerged the "Gengjin Qi" that Ming Dao had left in his dantian. The renewal, the renewal, the mixed true qi gasifies yin and yang, forming a Taiji diagram of positive and negative reincarnation, and he easily refines, devours, and assimilates the foreign Gengjin qi.

"Hmph, it's naïve to want to control me with such a little means! My mixed yuan true qi is refined from the qi of the five elements of yin and yang, and it can be ever-changing, how can I be afraid of your little Gengjin qi, ridiculous, I am too little!"

"You still want to play with me, I just want to fight against you, and when my cultivation is deepened, I will beat you up so hard that your mother doesn't know you. I'm not going to play this monkey show, just let them make trouble, hehe!"

Mo Fan sat cross-legged on the ground and muttered to himself, his expression was full of disdain, he took out the fire spirit bead and checked it in his hand, and then took out the sword that he didn't know the grade and looked at it. When he looked at the golden crow totem on the hilt of the sword, his face became cloudy, his brows couldn't help frowning together, and a few words came out of a trance, Jin Crow Tianque, why?

I don't know the day and night in the secret room, everyone has begun to fight for the opportunity, the sword light and sword shadow, the blood is boiling, everyone is fighting endlessly like chicken blood, very fierce. Some people die with hatred, some people spill blood in the sky, and death does not make people fearful, but arouses their blood. Being in the rivers and lakes, life is life, death is death, success is success, what are you afraid of!

Knockout, promotion, sixty-four into thirty-two......

After a day and a half of fierce fighting, the moment that attracted everyone's attention was finally ushered in, and Mo Fan's sixteen opponents were born. These people are all famous, and they are all extraordinary, and they have received corresponding rewards, and they are waiting to be tested, and they may get the most moving prizes and opportunities.

In the evening, the moment that decided Mo Fan's life and death finally came, and he stepped onto the school field with a sad look, looking at his stepfather and Yun sister reluctantly. After looking at it for a while, he resolutely stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword as if he had lost his mind, and stood there motionless with his eyes closed.

After about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly opened his eyes violently, and without warning, he fell to the ground, and fainted after a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth. Mo Xiaotian hurriedly came over and hugged him, and when he looked at Mo Fan's breath, his heart instantly fell to the bottom, and his face turned pale.

"Ahh

Mo Xiaotian was heartbroken and cried, it was really sad for those who heard it and those who saw it in tears, of course, there were also people who gloated and applauded, this is really Mo Fan, this person is too annoying, I don't know how many people have been offended with a stinky mouth.

As soon as Mo Fan died, the top 16 scored the winners and losers, and the order of drawing the sword was determined according to the ranking, which was agreed at the beginning. Mo Fan, on the other hand, drew his sword to be qualified to duel with these sixteen people, because the dead are not qualified to fight with people.

Sending a word of condolences, none of these young people checked whether Mo Fan was really dead or faked, and stepped into the ring to fight again for his future. In their hearts, Mo Fan, a small third-order fighter, insisted on finding death by himself without knowing whether he was alive or dead, who could blame him, those who secretly drew their swords and died in vain were not better than him.

Today, while it was not too late, they decided to continue the competition to determine the quarterfinals, and tomorrow they could end the battle early and be tested, this opportunity was too moving, and everyone couldn't wait. Everyone was cheering and cheering for the fierce battle of the strong, and Mo Xiaotian was alone carrying Mo Fan home, full of desolation, and it took him a long time to complete this short journey home.

"Stinky boy, how is your father's acting skills!"

Mo Xiaotian walked to a quiet place and threw Mo Fan in his arms to the ground, smirked and kicked Mo Fan on the ground.

"Damn, even if I'm not your own, I don't have to be so ruthless!"

Mo Fan, who was originally dead, got up in a hurry, looked at Mo Xiaotian, his eyes were full of grievances, and he pouted like a child.

"Little bastard, your father and my tears are in vain, how can I accompany you little madman to go crazy. Do you have to cheat death to get out, now that you have unlocked the ban on your body, what are you afraid of, even if you can't beat them, you just give them the opportunity, you know what the consequences will be if you play them like this!"

Mo Xiaotian pretended to be angry, but his expression was full of love, which made Mo Fan's heart warm and his heart couldn't help but sigh, it's good to have a father who really loves him, it's good.

"Okay, alright daddy, what they want is not a sword, but a chance to rise to prominence. Even if they knew that the sword was fake, they wouldn't pierce it, let them make a fuss, human nature is greedy and hypocritical!

Mo Fan looked like he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world, shaking his head and sighing, he continued: "Dad, I may not be your old man's child, your adoption of me may be a conspiracy, I am just an impostor." But no matter what, you'll always be my father. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, boy, what do you know?"

Mo Xiaotian looked at Mo Fan with a shocked and excited look, hoping that he would give a satisfactory answer.

"Don't get excited, Dad, there are some things you don't need to know too much, if it weren't for me being too wasteful all the time, our Mo family might have been in trouble. All you need to know is that I, Mo Fan, will always be your son, and that I'm dead. ”

Mo Fan didn't want to reveal too much, thinking that he wouldn't be able to see his father-in-law who loved him deeply for a long time in the future, and his mood began to be heavy. walked over and hugged this father who raised him, loved him, and gave everything for himself, and tears flowed down his face.

"What the hell is going on?"

Seeing his son crying, Mo Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back his tears, and his tone was about to turn into pleading.

"Dad, don't think so much, sometimes ignorance is happiness! If you really want to know, just listen to my scattered exercises, and you will naturally know when you reach the top one day, and then we will compete with each other. ”

As Mo Fan spoke, he handed a notebook to Mo Xiaotian, which contained the manuscripts of "Reversal Condensing Yuan Gong" and "Yuan Gang Reincarnation Technique", as well as the slightly modified "Mixed Yuan Wuji" The first three exercises and his cultivation experience.

There is no conflict between the first three levels of "Mixed Yuan Wuji" and the current cultivation system, laying the foundation is a good choice, "Reverse Condensation Yuan Gong" is used for scattering and refining the body at the same time, and "Yuan Gang Reincarnation Technique" is a strange method of using the origin of life to repair one's own injuries, that is, exchanging life for life for the present life.

instructed that the exercises must not be leaked, and Mo Fan deliberately said to Mo Xiaotian: "Father-in-law, the gold is easy to get, and the true law smells bad! Take care!"

After saying that, he immediately turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the night, and there was a sigh of emotion in the vast night, and no joy could be heard.

"I'm a monster, but my parents are people from the Golden Crow Tianque, it's ridiculous! Hehe! My personality and style of doing things tend to be whatever I want, but my emotions are biased towards the original Mo Fan, interesting!"

The next day, the spring breeze and rain moistened things silently, and the drizzle did not resist everyone's enthusiasm, and the newly promoted quarterfinals began to continue the competition, and the ranking was decided by the time of the application, and the final opportunities and challenges were about to begin.

As Mo Fan said, human nature is greedy and hypocritical, all they need is a chance. As the first place in this conference, Li Yingjie of Haichuan College found something strange as soon as he held the hilt of the sword, but he still pretended to stand there to accept the test, and finally pulled out the sword with great effort, winning the cheers and appreciation of the audience.

Although the other seven people were unwilling, they still stepped forward to congratulate them, who cares if they are sincere or false!