"Oh, it's Mu Tie! Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Seeing Mu Tie coming menacingly, Mo En did not stop what he was doing, and said lightly while grilling the second string of dry roasted wolf meat skewers.

"Mo En, what are you doing? Don't you dare to do it with my brother and admit it?" Looking at Mo En with an indifferent face, the anger in Mu Tie's heart suddenly went up, but after touching his shoulder, which he had just raised, Mu Tie still suppressed his anger and said in a strange manner.

"Where is Mu Yin now?" Morn asked calmly as he continued his barbecue. After a month of cultivation, Mo En not only has improved his strength a lot, but also his mentality has changed a lot. Looking at Mu Tie, who was supposed to be the object of his resentment, Mo En actually felt a sense of contempt from the bottom of his heart. It seems that a person like Mu Tie is not worth caring about at all.

"My brother is in the forward camp, waiting for you to come over. If you still have the courage to fight, come with me. Mu Tie held his breath and wanted to be angry, but in the end he didn't dare to make a move. The confrontation a month ago had already made Mu Tie feel afraid of Morn. And in this month, it was rumored that Mo En was not only favored by Elder Lu and had to pass on high-level exercises, but also improved his cultivation to the level of a fourth-level warrior.

It only takes a month for a samurai to be at the third to fourth levels, and in the case of taking pills, it may not be an astonishing speed, and some pills can even allow a samurai to advance to innate within a few days. However, without using external forces such as pills, to do this, it is absolutely necessary to have top-level talents and exercises above the Xuan Pole. Relying on the Huang-level exercises, this effect will definitely not be achieved. Therefore, for Mu Tie, who was only cultivating Shi Niu Gong and his progress was still quite slow, Mo En was already an existence that he could not afford to provoke personally.

"Wait a minute, until I'm done with this skewer. Morn nodded and said casually. It's as if the next thing to face is not a battle about your life and death, but to play a round of mahjong tiles.

"You little handyman, what kind of stinky shelf!" Before Mu Tie could speak, a young man with a thin appearance behind Mu Tie rushed out and grabbed Mo En. On the bony palm, there was a faint layer of black qi surrounding.

This person's name is Huang Ge, and he was not originally from the Shiniu tribe, but a low-level warrior who wandered in Huangyun City. Before, because he couldn't get along in Huangyun City, he was recruited by the Mu family and became a low-level guest secretary of the Mu family.

The Mu family's recruitment of Huang Ge was only to collect intelligence in Huang Yun City, and they did not pay much attention to Huang Ge, who had not yet reached the sixth level of martial arts, and the treatment he gave was not high. After all, the sixth level of the samurai is the first level for all cultivators, and this level alone will kill most of the cultivators. Before passing this level, it can only be a low-level samurai, similar to the existence of cannon fodder.

And Huang Ge himself is not very satisfied with the current situation. After many years of fighting in Huangyun City, although Huang Ge's ability is not strong, he is far more arrogant than ordinary tribal warriors, and has always hoped to improve his situation. After sporadically hearing about Morn, Huang Ge thought his chance had come. Without knowing the horror of Mo En's background, Huang Ge was bent on stepping on Mo En and attracting the attention of the Mu family.

However, Huang Ge's abacus was obviously inaccurate, and when he was still fantasizing that he would take down Mo En's humiliation, vent his anger for the Mu family brothers, and then get the favor of the Mu family, Mo En had already stretched out his right arm and punched him in the palm of his hand. The fists and palms intersected, only to hear a muffled 'bang', followed by a miserable howl, and Huang Ge had already flown out. And Morn just took a step back and steadied himself.

"A fifth-level peak warrior?" When Mo Bing and the others were stunned and didn't have time to react, Mo En just shook his right hand, muttered, and began to continue his barbecue, as if the continuous howl on the side was completely non-existent.

"What do you mean, Morn?" Looking at Huang Ge, who had his arm broken and was lying on the ground rolling and wailing, the corners of Mu Tie's eyes twitched slightly, obviously remembering himself a month ago. After a long time, Mu Tie calmed down and asked Mo En.

"I told you, when I'm done eating this skewer, I'll go with you. Morn continued his barbecue and said lightly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" After swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and waving his hand to let Huang Ge carry away, Mu Tie said with some confidence.

Without anyone else to disturb him, Morn's barbecue went very smoothly, and after a while, the rich aroma spread again. While the wolf meat was still fragrant and tender, Morn stuffed it into his mouth, and after savoring it for a while, he swallowed the delicious mouthful. And just this time, because of the barbecue, Morn's internal qi consumed by the battle has basically recovered, and his spirit is even more invigorated.

"Let's go!" After enjoying the perfect food, Mo En said lightly to Mu Tie while feeling the power bonus brought to him by the special food of dry grilled wolf meat skewers. Although this food is quite magical and can slightly increase the strength of the eater, it lasts for a rather limited time, basically between a quarter of an hour and two quarters of an hour, so Morn must try to resolve the battle during this time. Of course, according to the memory in my mind, this magical cooking method will greatly increase the effect and duration with the increase of strength, the quality of the ingredients, and more magical recipes to make more powerful food. It's just that at Morn's current stage of strength, dry kebabs are already the best food that can be made. Even higher-level food can't be made with Morn's ability.

The corners of Mu Tie's eyes twitched, and without saying anything more, he took the lead and walked towards the camp of the forward troops. A month ago, Morn was only a third-level warrior, and he would be injured if he defeated himself, a fourth-level warrior, but just a month later, Morn was able to defeat Huang Ge, a fifth-level peak warrior, effortlessly. This almost demonic speed of progress made Mu Tie completely lose the courage to confront Morn, and now Mu Tie can only pray that his second brother can suppress Morn.

The atmosphere was a little dull, and when the group followed Mu Tie to the camp of the forward troops, there were already many people waiting there. The battle between Mo En, a disciple favored by Elder Lu, and Mu Yin, a child of the Mu family, was very attractive to most of the teenagers in the tribe. Only if there is something not going on, people who know about it want to come and watch the fun. After all, the grassland tribe is hot-blooded and martial, and they are quite keen on such things as duels.

However, because before Mo En and the others arrived, the news of Huang Ge's injury had already been reported, so the onlookers who originally just wanted to see what Mo En was beaten into had already changed their minds at this time. After all, a person who can easily deal with a fifth-level samurai is more than sixth-level in strength. Mu Yin, a seventh-level warrior, wanted to solve Mo En within three moves, and the difficulty was obviously not small.

"I'm surprised by your performance!" Looking at Mo En with an indifferent face, Mu Yin said coldly. Mu Yin is quite clear about Huang Ge's strength, although it can be seen that Mo En still has not reached the level of internal qi and external release, but he can easily defeat Huang Ge, and Mo En's strength is obviously not inferior to that of ordinary sixth-level warriors.

"Prizes. Do you want to fight?" Morn said lightly. There was no figure of Pearl in the crowd, which made Morn slightly disappointed. However, Mo En quickly calmed his mind and turned his attention to Mu Yin.

"Of course you have to fight, do you think that if you can defeat Huang Ge, you can really compare with a samurai above the sixth level? It's still three moves, I'll let you see today, what kind of strength a real seventh-level samurai is. Mu Yin said coldly. Although surprised by Morn's progress, Mu Yin was still confident in himself. Mu Yin, who has been trained by the Mu family system since he was a child, and has cultivated martial arts skills with exercises, his strength is not comparable to that of ordinary seventh-level warriors, let alone Huang Ge, a low-level warrior born in a gangster.

"Then please!" Morn nodded, stood eight steps apart with his feet, his hands one high and one low, and opened the starting posture of 'Bull's Head Radio Exercise', 'Old Cow's Hooves'. The extremely funny name of this set of boxing methods was not just invented for physical exercise, in Moen's mind, there was a whole set of methods to incorporate this set of boxing methods into actual combat.

Seeing Mo En's posture, the corners of Mu Yin's eyes twitched slightly. Many people know about Morn's practice of boxing at night these days, and there are many people who have studied this strange set of boxing techniques, but no one has studied the mystery, and some people even think that this is a prank made by Morn in order to fool Mu Yin. But now, as soon as Morn put on this posture, the momentum on his body suddenly changed, as if he was transformed into a strong bull. This change made Mu Yin feel very clearly that this set of boxing techniques may not be simple.

"First move!" But at this time, even if he was surprised in his heart, it was impossible for Mu Yin to retreat. With a flick of his fists, he swept directly into Morn's knee. In the past few days, Mu Yin has carefully analyzed Mo Yin's root strike through various means, and knows that this move can only be performed by weapons or fists. When he didn't want to give Mo Yin a chance, Mu Yin cleverly chose to sweep his legs and attack. As long as Morn's balance is broken, the outcome of the battle will be sealed.

"Well, it's not good!" Although he had made sufficient preparations in advance and imagined many scenarios, Morn still had little experience in actual combat. Mu Yin's fist flicked, and Morn's attention was attracted to it, and when Mu Yin's true purpose was discovered, the sweeping leg was already close to Morn's knee. If he is swept by this leg infused with internal qi, I am afraid that Mo Yin's only fate is to break his knee, and then be ravaged by Mu Yin at will.

"Jumping Movement!" At the most critical time, Morn's month of hard cultivation showed its results, and before Morn's mind could figure out how to deal with it, his legs had already made an emergency response, and he jumped up directly, narrowly avoiding the blow. This kind of reaction speed is not at all comparable to that of ordinary fourth-level warriors, even if it is a warrior with internal qi strengthening, he may not be able to jump so quickly.

"Thunder Fist!" At the moment when Morn jumped up, Mu Yin's right foot landed, his waist twisted, and his left fist hit Morn's chest like thunder, and the fist passed over, and there was a faint rumbling sound in the air. The power that can be exerted by the combination of high-level martial arts and mental techniques is definitely not something that can be imagined by a samurai who has not cultivated high-level martial arts. Even an ordinary seventh-level warrior may not be able to take the blow that Mu Yin has been gathering momentum for a long time.

"Block!" Morn, who was in the air and had lost his foundation under his feet, did not panic in the face of this thunderous punch, and before the fist came to him, Morn crossed his arms and blocked it in front of his chest. The internal qi in the dantian gathered on both arms at the same time and penetrated into every muscle.

There was a muffled "bang", and Mu Yin's fist smashed on Mo Yin's arm. However, after advancing three inches, the power was exhausted. And although Morn was shocked by this huge force, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the person flew out, he did not lose his balance. After flying out of the three feet, it landed firmly on the ground.

The blow failed to make a difference, and Mu Yin immediately rushed forward, wanting to settle the battle while Morn was not firmly established. However, when he pounced on Morn's side, Morn had already taken this opportunity to gather his strength and smashed it with the same punch.

"Thunder!" Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Mu Yin gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength, and slammed into Mo En's fist. This is already the last move agreed upon, if Mu Yin dodges or defends again, then this battle can only end in a draw. Mu Yin, whose conceited strength surpassed Mo En's strength, was naturally unwilling to do so, so he didn't care about the root attack, and chose to confront Mo En, wanting to overwhelm Mo with his strength.

The two fists collided, and instead of making the expected loud noise, it seemed to be sticky. But an instant later, the sound of bones breaking came from where the two fists met, and the two of them retreated at the same time. Mo Yin's face was just pale, but Mu Yin was holding his right hand, showing a painful look.

"How is this possible?"

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