Legend of Yan Wu

On a piece of green grass, a young man was lying on his back, with his hands resting behind his head, looking relaxed, but there was a trace of anxiety in his expression and eyebrows.

"Brother Han Mo, so you are here."

In the distance, a sweet voice broke into the young man's ears. The young man sat up and slowly raised his head. Under the light of his eyes, the young man's slightly immature face looked extremely decadent. He sighed and said, "You What are you doing here?"

I saw a pure and lovely girl running quickly from the slope of the meadow. The girl's liveliness was completely opposite to the boy's melancholy. It seemed so uncoordinated. He said angrily: "Those scoundrels know how to bully Brother Han Mo. Why didn't they dare to shout when Brother Han Mo was strong? When Ling'er becomes stronger in the future, he must teach them a lesson."

Han Mo was startled when he heard the words, staring blankly at the girl who was about the same age as him in front of him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, sighed and shook his head, is he really so useless?She actually needs a weak girl to protect herself.

Han Mo is an ordinary person in the Kuanglan Continent, living in a town called Lore. The Han family is only a small family in the Kuanglan Continent, but they still have a great status in the city of Lore. , this world is respected by martial arts, if you are strong, then you will be respected by the world, on the contrary, just like the current Han Mo, you will be bullied by the world.

"Let's go." Han Mo waved his hand boredly, turned around and walked in the direction of the family. Walking on the street, some people completely ignored Han Mo, while some people almost pointed with mocking faces. Mo was already used to this kind of look. In his opinion, the other party was the clown.

Han Mo is 16 years old this year. Three years ago, he broke the unbreakable record in the city of Kyle for thousands of years, that is, he became the first warrior before the age of 13 in thousands of years, and he also condensed his fighting spirit soul crystal.

At that time, it almost caused a sensation in the empire, but what followed was pressure. These were the preludes of the storm. Half a year later, the soul crystal of fighting energy that had been condensed in the body with great difficulty unexpectedly shattered inexplicably. The soul crystal of a warrior was shattered, That means that he will not be able to become a warrior in the future, and the inability to condense fighting energy means that he will become a useless person.

This was a bolt from the blue for Han Mo, who was only 13 years old. He fell directly from the genius cultivated by the family to the lowest member of the family. Although Han Mo did not give up training, his fate was like this. I have already said goodbye to fighting spirit.

Han Mo strolled on the street, looking out of tune with the world around him, Han Ling didn't speak, and quietly followed behind Han Mo, since Han Mo became a waste, almost everyone looked down on Han Mo, like avoiding the plague They had to avoid Han Mo, as if they were afraid that Han Mo would bring bad luck to them. Only Han Ling followed Han Mo every step of the way. When Han Mo was in danger, he would always rush out. Han Mo was sincerely grateful to Han Mo. Ling, it's just that Han Mo feels that he doesn't deserve to have all of this.

Han Ling looked at Han Mo who bowed his head and said nothing, bit his lips lightly and said, "Brother Han Mo, there is still one month until the adult test for the new batch of family members will be held."

Hearing this, Han Mo paused, and couldn't help clenching his fists. His nails penetrated into the flesh and blood spilled out. Han Mo didn't seem to feel any pain. He still clenched his fists tightly until the blood flowed out of his fists, and then he suddenly let go. He raised his fist, and his expression returned to its original state. It seemed that he looked away a lot at once, and said with a light smile: "What's wrong with the test, so what if you can't make it through, the worst is to be sent to a distant place as a low-level worker. I, Han Mo, will die. Sooner or later, it will fend for itself." After saying that, he walked forward.

Han Ling stared blankly at the departing Han Mo, two lines of hot tears shed unconsciously in his eyes. Three years ago, Han Mo was so chic. When he was being bullied by his peers, he ignored the clan rules and directly threw people away. He was seriously injured, and he was punished for his own sake. Now that domineering and arrogant Han Mo has become like this. Han Ling looked at it in addition to feeling distressed, but both of them were orphans in the clan, and their parents were robbed when they went out to escort the goods. The murder of bandits can be said to be sympathy for each other, but everything will not get better.

Han Mo glanced back, seeing that Han Ling didn't follow, but suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart, turned around and continued walking forward, but he didn't know that there was someone staring at him for a long time in the distance.

"What a boy, he actually has a Yanwu physique. No way, or let him slip away." On the second floor of an inn far away, an old man in plain clothes looked at Han Mo's back and murmured, and then walked directly from the inn He jumped down from the second floor and chased in the direction Han Mo left.

"Hey, little friend, what's your name?" The old man directly stopped Han Mo who was walking with his head bowed, but Han Mo kept his head down and walked around the old man.

The old man looked at the strange Han Mo, and suddenly became interested. He is really careful. He actually pretended to be melancholy like an adult, stopped Han Mo again and said, "Little friend, why are you so rude? I told you to look up anyway." Give it a go."

Seeing that the old man blocked him again, Han Mo raised his head impatiently, looked at the old man with messy hair and ordinary clothes, and asked in confusion, "Grandpa, my name is Han Mo, what do you do?"

Seeing that Han Mo finally spoke, the old man laughed immediately, pulled Han Mo over and said softly, "Kid Han Mo, I wonder if you have a master?" The old man asked expectantly.

Hearing this, Han Mo couldn't help showing a wry smile and said, "No." Then he lowered his head in disappointment.

The old man laughed happily when he heard the words, grabbed Han Mo's shoulders with both hands and said, "Hey, Han Mo, would you like to worship me as your teacher? I can teach you many, many things."

Han Mo shook his head expressionlessly and said, "Grandpa, I don't need a master."

"Why?" The old man said with some confusion. In this world, if you have a master who is willing to take you to practice, it will save you a lot of detours. would reject himself.

"I..." Han Mo was hesitant to speak, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have soul crystals, so I am no longer qualified to practice."

Hearing this, the old man hurriedly patted his head and said to himself: "Look at my head, why is it not easy to use when I am old? This is the characteristic of Yanwu physique." Then he said to Han Mo: "Han Mo, it doesn't matter, as long as you take me as your teacher, I will make you a warrior, no, no, a stronger master."

Han Mo was shocked when he heard the words, and stared into the old man's eyes in disbelief. His body was already trembling slightly due to excitement, but he still asked calmly, "Grandpa, didn't you lie to me? I don't have any soul crystals anymore. Why? Will it be strong?"

The old man said with a leisurely smile: "Silly boy, how could I lie to you? Whoever said that you can't become stronger without soul crystals, there is nothing in the world that I can't do."

Han Mo saw that the old man didn't seem to be lying, and besides, the old man would not lie to himself, so he hurriedly bent his knees, knelt on the ground and shouted excitedly: "I am willing to be a teacher, I am willing to be a teacher."