Legend of Yan Wu

All the members of the Han family around were startled when they heard the words, and looked at Han Zhen and Han Mo in puzzlement. They obviously didn't understand the meaning of Han Zhen's words. Before, because everyone was so engrossed in watching, they almost ignored the people around them. After all, Han Mo was not the only one talking, and there were endless shouts and applause at that time.

Although Han Ling heard what Han Mo was saying, he didn't understand what Han Mo was saying at the time, and looked at Han Zhen blankly.

Han Mo couldn't help frowning, scratched his head and said, "Uncle Han, I...I don't know why my head got hot just now, I..."

Han Zhen was very shocked why Han Mo knew so much about fighting skills. Since Han Mo lost his soul crystal, although he insisted on meditating every day, he rarely exercised in his family. I became even more puzzled.

"Then what you said just now is correct?" Han Zhen asked tentatively, with some expectation in his eyes. Although Han Mo lost his soul crystal, Han Zhen always felt that this kid was very extraordinary, and he always felt that there was something wrong with him. Very unusual.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. Just now he seemed to be in a dream, and he uttered a series of words that he didn't quite understand when his consciousness was muddled.

Han Zhen couldn't help shrinking his pupils when he saw this. Looking at it now, either Han Mo was lying, or Han Mo really didn't know what happened just now. According to Han Zhen's understanding of Han Mo, Han Mo should not lie , at least in his impression that Han Mo has not lied.

"Okay, let's leave everyone. What should we do? From now on, as long as people from the Situ family step into my Han's market, they can do it directly, no need to talk nonsense." Han Zhen knew that he would not be able to ask anything. The family shouted loudly.

"Yes." Everyone responded with enthusiasm when they heard the words. They have long disliked the Situ family. With the permission of the Patriarch, they don't have to endure it anymore.

After Han Zhen and Han Mo exchanged a few words, they turned and left. In the blink of an eye, only Han Mo and Han Ling were standing on the huge street.

Han Mo frowned, recalling everything that happened before, the scene of Situ Xiong and Han Zhen fighting played back in his mind like a real scene.

"Brother Han Mo, what's the matter with you, are you alright?" Seeing that Han Mo was in a daze, Han Ling asked suspiciously.

Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the sound, and said with an apologetic smile: "It's okay, let's go to the back mountain, I want to trouble Linger with something." Then he walked towards the family's back mountain alone, Han Ling scratched his head in doubt, and walked quickly followed.

"Brother Han Mo, what's the matter?" Han Ling walked behind Han Mo, and said curiously, Han Mo rarely asked others to help him, but this time he asked himself to do him a favor, so he was inevitably curious stand up.

Han Mo came to the back mountain and found a relatively spacious grassland, then stopped and said: "I watched Uncle Han's battle before, I want to practice, I don't know if Linger is willing to help me, you just need to attack me That's it."

Han Ling was startled when he heard the words, and said in surprise: "Brother Han Mo is going to practice?" Although he was a little happy because Han Mo chose to practice, he became a little puzzled and said, "But brother Han Mo...can you? one...?"

Han Mo naturally knew what Han Ling was referring to, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, as long as you don't fight me hard." After saying that, Han Mo picked up a big branch, handed it to Han Ling, and said, "You just use This branch attacked me."

Han Ling took the branch, still hesitating in her heart. In her impression, Han Mo is still a person without soul crystals. Although his own strength is not strong, his strength has reached the level of a six-element warrior. Although he has not studied any combat skills , but vindictiveness can still hurt people.

"It's okay, come on, or I'll be unhappy." Han Mo said urging and threatening.

Hearing this, Han Ling had no choice but to nod his head helplessly. He planned to just wave a few times casually, so he didn't need to be angry. He tightened the branch in his hand and said, "Then I'm coming." Han Mo struck with his left arm.

Han Mo naturally knew that Han Ling would not use his full strength, so he took a step forward with his right foot, and the fighting spirit of the dual warrior burst out, shaking the branch into several knots.

"Brother Han Mo, you?" Han Ling pointed at Han Mo in disbelief and exclaimed, his eyes almost popped out, and he covered his mouth as if he had encountered the most incredible thing in the world.

However, Han Ling quickly reacted, grabbed Han Mo's hand, looked at it carefully, and said a little excitedly: "Brother Han Mo, did you see it? It was fighting spirit just now, brother Han Mo, you have fighting spirit !"

Looking at the excited Han Ling, Han Mo happily patted Han Ling's head and said, "Of course I know, that's why I asked you to practice for me. I haven't practiced fighting skills for more than three years. If you don't practice If you train me, I will really become a useless person."

Han Ling nodded excitedly when he heard the words. In three years, Han Ling has not been so happy in three years. The young man in front of him seems to be able to affect his emotions. He is happy, so he is happy.

"Ling'er will practice with brother Han Mo, but brother Han Mo should be more careful." Han Ling picked up a branch again and smiled shyly at Han Mo.

Han Mo stretched out his hands, put on a fighting posture and said, "Let the horse come here."

Han Ling chuckled, and rushed up with the branch. Although he let go a lot more than before, he still couldn't make a move, for fear of hurting Han Mo.

After a while, what is surprising is that no matter how fast Han Ling's attack is, Han Mo will dodge it lightly, and some steps are even so graceful.

It's just that although Han Mo can escape, his physical strength seems to be very unoptimistic, and he just started exercising for a short time before he became short of breath.

"Brother Han Mo, do you want to rest for a while?" Seeing that Han Mo was already sweating profusely, Han Ling asked in distress.

"No, let's continue." Han Mo shook his head and said, there are only [-] days left for the Li Clan Trial, the time is already very tight, Han Mo can't let this Clan Trial have any mistakes.

Although Han Ling didn't use battle qi, his speed had reached the limit of a six-element warrior. Although Han Mo had been unable to dodge many times, Han Mo always avoided it at the last moment. Unknowingly, the steps under his feet also formed a kind of subconsciousness. If he encounters the same attack from Han Ling again, the muscle tissue on his body will involuntarily control the body to dodge, causing the enemy to move, and he will be able to know the direction of the enemy's attack.

It wasn't until almost an hour later that Han Mo was finally hit by the branch in Han Ling's hand, hitting his right shoulder, piercing his clothes, even a small piece of skin was torn, and a trace of blood spilled out.

"Ah, Brother Han Mo, are you okay? It's all because of Linger's fault." Han Ling exclaimed immediately when he saw this, discarded the branch and ran to Han Mo, and said with a guilty face.

Han Mo patted the wound, panting and said: "It's okay, this little injury will heal in two days." Han Mo sat down on the ground as he spoke, already sweating profusely from fatigue , the clothes were soaked with sweat, and it was because of Han Mo's physical exhaustion just now that he couldn't keep up with the reaction, and was hit by Han Ling, otherwise Han Mo would have the confidence to continue to dodge.

Han Ling looked at Han Mo who was so rude, pushed away Han Mo's hand, caressed the wound and said, "You bastard, you are so rude to yourself, I really don't know what to say to you."

Han Mo looked at the sweat-stained Han Ling who was also tired, and smiled and said, "Linger, thank you!"

Han Ling was startled when he heard the words, and blushed a little: "Brother Han Mo, why are you thanking me? Why are you so polite with Ling'er? Linger is not used to you like this."

Han Mo sighed happily, his figure unconsciously felt extremely comfortable, he hadn't had this relaxed feeling for three years, and the waste of three years made him even want to die in the past, but once he died, he couldn't bear it, He has a grandfather, Uncle Han, and Ling'er who takes care of him everywhere.

"What is brother Han Mo thinking?" Seeing that Han Mo was lost again, Han Ling asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Han Mo smiled awkwardly when he heard the words. Just now he couldn't help but think of Han Ling's past when he lost his mind. Now thinking about it, I feel a little embarrassed.

Han Ling nodded obediently, and suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, brother Han Mo, when did you regain your fighting spirit? Why doesn't Linger know about it? And you don't look like you Is it a one-element warrior?"

Being asked the wrong answer, Han Mo suddenly became a little entangled. He didn't like lying in the first place. For this matter, he had lied many times, and even deceived his grandfather. Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty.

Han Mo suddenly had an idea, thinking in his heart that if you can't lie, then don't tell, and said with a straight face: "Ling'er, it's not that Brother Han Mo won't tell you, it's just that you can't say too much now, as long as Brother Han Mo can tell, I must be the first to tell you."