It's a good time of the year again, the lush primeval forest of Kunlun Mountain covers the entire southern part of Kunlun Mountain, and countless towering trees give birth to an unknown number of lives.

At this moment, a figure is fighting a nimble phantasmager leopard.

The figure is Mo Li, a six-year-old boy who has been tempering his body for many years, coupled with a luxurious purple robe, which makes him longer than his peers.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in his hand was turning into more than twenty sword lights at this moment, and the entire blade was emitting a red light, slashing towards the Phantom Leopard from different angles.

This phantom leopard is a late-third-order mysterious beast, and it is known for its speed on weekdays, coupled with its cunning nature, even many fourth-order mysterious beasts were killed by its sneak attack.

But at this moment, its eyes were full of horror, even with a trace of despair, the young man in front of him gave it too much oppression, although his aura was not very strong, but the knife was very terrifying, the knife qi was chopped from different angles, so that his speed advantage could not be brought into play at all, and besides, this young man's knife skills were endless, although it seemed simple, but it seemed that there would never end.

Although Mo Li was using his sword technique at this moment, his face showed a thoughtful look, and his eyes were not on the phantom leopard's body, what came to his mind was Yuan Tianjun's magnificent sword, the aura of heaven and earth gathered, and the terrifying flames rose, and the space collapsed with a single sword.

"No, no!"

Mo Li murmured unconsciously, but the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in his hand didn't pay attention, and the aura leaked out, cutting the already exhausted phantom leopard in half with a knife!

Yes?

Mo Li let out a soft snort, looked at the blood rushing to his face, and quickly dodged to dodge.

"Alas, isn't it still good? The way of holding the knife is not right, the way of exerting force is not right, and even the way of gathering qi is still not right, it's so difficult!" Mo Li plunged the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow into the ground, scratched his head, and spoke in distress.

It has been more than a year since Yuan Tianjun left with Yuan Kong and Mo Jia, and Mo Li has been quite fulfilling in the past year, practicing Mixed Yuan Tiangong all the time in the morning, although he can still only put on the first two postures, but the heat in his body is much thicker, the flexibility and hardness of his body have increased by about one percent, and even the power of his fist has increased a lot.

The rest of the day was spent practicing the Nine Extremes of Martial Arts and pondering the sword technique that he named the Glass Flame Knife.

Martial refining nine poles is easy to say, although domineering, but it is a treasure book of the foundation of martial arts, condensing the aura has never stopped, although it has not yet broken through to the soul melting realm, but it has really reached the circle of Ruyi, and it can enter another level at any time.

Only this flame knife knife method is really too difficult, Mo Li will spend most of his time pondering the knife method, but he always feels that he can't find a way, and he has fought against countless mysterious beasts for a year, and now he can only send out more than 20 knives, and he can't pay attention to the opponent who is hard to find to death.

The most important thing is that he can't emit flames, and the flame knife technique can't emit flames, which is really sad.

If time can be turned back, Mo Li must pull Yuan Tianjun back and ask him well, can you take some responsibility, although it is a cheap master, but it is good to reveal some inside information, why can you be angry, but I can't.

But going back in time, maybe someone else can do it, yourself?

Mo Li sighed lightly, lifted the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, and leaned towards the bottom of the mountain.

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Heishui Town, since the last time Mayor Dong Buqi was killed by Peng Jiuye's subordinate pig-headed people, the order has been much more chaotic.

For such a barren border town, no master would be willing to come to the town, and Dong Bu did not give up because he made a mistake and was sent here by the family.

On this day, Heishui Town ushered in three uninvited guests, in the middle was a young man of about twelve or thirteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, very handsome, Yushu in the wind, dressed in decent white, and a gorgeous long sword hanging from his waist.

Behind this gorgeous young man on the left is a tall old man with a rickety figure, with an old face, like an old man of rotten wood, without the slightest breath.

As for the right side of the young man, a middle-aged man with a thin body and a white face full of femininity, a pair of hanging eyes flashed from time to time, making people dare not look at each other.

Looking at the Heishui Town in front of him, the young man spoke: "Third Uncle, this is the Heishui Town in Fang Pu's mouth? When you get here, you should be able to find the one surnamed Mo, right?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he smiled sadly: "Yes, this is it, Ji Ji, it's been ten years, don't ask the sky, can you think about how to die?"

When the young man heard this, his brows frowned slightly, and then he opened his mouth and said: "Rest here for one night today, and tomorrow I will help the third uncle solve his long-cherished wish for many years, and by the way, I will go to Kunlun Mountain again to find the ambergris!"

"Jia'er, I want to ......," the middle-aged man began.

"I said it, tomorrow!" but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the young man.

The tall old man followed the young man with an expressionless face, and the middle-aged man behind him had a cloudy face, and finally followed the young man.

That night, in the largest restaurant in Heishui Town, Juxian Building, in one of the most exquisite guest rooms, the gorgeous young man sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a compass in his hand, full of aura, and finally poured into the compass.

Suddenly, the needle of the compass began to rotate constantly, and the young man's eyes were fixed on the compass, and finally, after a long time, the needle of the compass pointed in a direction.

The gorgeous young man wiped the beads of sweat from his head and said softly: "If it weren't for the power of the third uncle who left a trace of 'green inspiration' in that human body back then, it would be really hard to find! ”

After saying that, a smile appeared on the face of this gorgeous young man, which was very charming.

At this moment, Mo Li's family of three is enjoying dinner, two red braised bear paws, a steamed Cuiwei carp, plus two vegetarian dishes made of Qu Wanru's own spiritual vegetables, and paired with Lingyue rhinoceros pork rib soup, so that the whole house is full of attractive aroma.

"Xiaoli, you slow down, every time you eat, you are in a hurry, and no one robs you!" Qu Wanru's doting voice sounded, and she reached out and touched Mo Li's head.

Mo Li raised his head that was almost buried in the bowl and replied with a smile: "It's still the best food cooked by my mother!"

Qu Wanru was obviously very happy to receive her son's praise, her eyes were smiling like crescent moons, and her beautiful face was smiling.

Mo Wentian on the side also looked at his wife and son with a smile on the corner of his mouth, although his daughter has been taken away for a year, and there is no news, his husband and wife are worried, but this year, his son has stayed at home a lot more, and it seems that he is accompanying his husband and wife.

Unconsciously, my son is already six years old and has become a teenager, and various experiences have made my son's height much taller than that of children of the same age.

For his son, Mo Wentian is extremely satisfied, he has been very smart since he was a child, and he has a stable personality and good talent, which is the pride of the whole village.

Speaking of which, the most correct decision I made back then was to take my wife back to Kunkou Village and live a semi-secluded life.

In order to love his wife, he seriously injured Guo Yu, the son of the Guo family who wanted to occupy his wife, and then hid in Tibet for several years, until his wife became pregnant, he returned to the village, and after all these years, he had a son and a daughter, which should be regarded as the biggest achievement in his life.

I just hope that my son will grow up smoothly and my daughter will be healthy.

There will always be a day when the eagle grows up, and there will always be a time when it spreads its wings and soars, and it is not possible to restrain the child.

After a while, I will discuss it with my wife, take Mo Li out by myself, and find Brother Fang Pu, he is a fourth-order array mage, Lu Ziguang, see if I can let Xiao Li have a way out, although Xiao Li worshiped the master, but I don't know what the senior thinks, and he doesn't care about Xiao Li!

"Hey, ask the sky, ask you!" Suddenly, Qu Wanru's voice interrupted Mo Wentian's thoughts.

"Huh, what?" Mo Wentian came back to his senses, a little dazed.

"What kind of god are you going to go at this time? I'm telling you that I don't know what happened to Xiao Jia, I have never heard of it when she was taken to that Antarctic domain, I don't know how far it is, I don't know if I can see Xiao Jia in this life. ”

As she spoke, two tears slipped down Qu Wanru's face, and the meat that fell beside her, how could she not worry or feel distressed.

"Mom, don't worry, since my master said that Xiao Jia is fine, then it must be fine, his old man's ability is very great, and I will definitely find Xiao Jia and bring her back!" Seeing his mother crying, Mo Li hurriedly comforted.

As soon as Qu Wanru heard Mo Li's words, she hugged him and cried loudly, as if she wanted to release all the sadness and worries of the past year.

Fortunately, soon Qu Wanru controlled herself, and the family continued to eat.

Early in the morning of the second day, Mo Li routinely faced the first rays of the rising sun to practice the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Gong, completed the two postures successively, and felt the heat in his body grow little by little under the nourishment of the rising sun and the Nine Poles of Martial Arts, Mo Li smiled with satisfaction.

stood up and began the boxing technique of Mixed Yuan Tiangong.

After practicing the Mixed Yuan Heavenly Gong for a year, Mo Li couldn't figure out whether it was a martial art or a martial art, and the meditation posture seemed to be a practice for cultivating the body, and this fist technique was like a martial art.

The more he cultivated, the more Mo Li felt that the breadth and profundity of this Mixed Yuan Heavenly Gong was definitely not inferior to the Nine Extremes of Martial Arts.

The Mixed Yuan Heavenly Gong that was sealed in the sea of knowledge by Yuan Tianjun, Mo Li would go to observe it from time to time, as long as the idea arrived, the six different sitting postures and the whole set of boxing techniques would clearly appear in his mind.

It's a pity that Mo Li can see it clearly, but the next four sets can't be done, every time he tries, his whole body seems to be torn, and once Mo Li insists on trying, he faints directly.

As for the boxing technique, after looking at the figure that kept dancing in his mind, Mo Li realized that his boxing technique was plausible and had no shape.

The figure in my mind, the boxing technique is natural, fast and slow, fast and slow, when it is fast, it is like a storm, and when it is slow, it is like a breeze and falling leaves.

When attacking, echoing back and forth, head and tail are connected, up and down, down and down, up and down, up and down, every action is steady, accurate, and ruthless.

The whole set of movements is round and natural, without a trace of flaws.

Imprinted with the figure in his mind, Mo Li punches and kicks, his heart moves at will, his waist is like a bow, his fist is like a heavy artillery, tossing and turning, the combination of movement and static, between breathing, the whole body.

The aura that was driven gradually stirred up the wind and clouds, and the figure behind him, after a year of training, seemed to be clearer again, but the face was still not clear.

"Go!"

Mo Li exhaled and punched out, and the figure behind him moved.

There was a violent explosion of air, like a muffled thunder, and the big tree in front of him was smashed to pieces by a punch, and dust and sawdust flew wildly.

Bang Bang Bang!

The crisp high-five rang out, which made Mo Li startled, and he turned his head to find that he didn't know when, three people appeared behind him, a beautiful young man in gorgeous clothes, a middle-aged man with a pale face and beard, and an old man with a tall figure and a rickety back.

"I didn't expect that there would be a character like the little brother in this land, like a dragon, between movement and stillness, freedom and discipline, it is rare!" The gorgeous young man in the middle clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Guo Jia in Xia Qili Mountain, I don't know what the little brother is called?"

Mo Li glanced at the three of them, his face was slightly gloomy, and he said, "I don't know what the three of them are doing, it's not good to spy on others practicing boxing?"

The gorgeous young man Guo Jia laughed: "I didn't mean to offend, I just passed by here and wanted to ask the little brother about someone, I don't know if the little brother knows Mo Wentian?"

Well?

Inquire about the father?

I didn't hear my father mention that a friend was coming!

Mo Qian moved, his face remained unchanged, and he said, "Don't ask the sky, haven't you heard of it!"