Legend of Yan Wu

"Hmph, the rule of the fart is that I don't want to give it to the old man." The old man waved his hand impatiently, and then his eyes stopped on Han Mo.

"Who is this little boy?" Looking at the unfamiliar Han Mo, the old man asked suspiciously. The old man was a little surprised that there had been no strange faces in the tribe for decades.

"I rescued this one by the river last month. It's called Han Mo." Uncle Luo pointed to Han Mo and introduced.

Han Mo bowed his hands to the old man. Although he didn't know who the old man in front of him was, seeing that Uncle Luo respected the old man very much, Han Mo didn't dare to neglect him, bowed and said, "Boy, Han Mo, have you met the old man?" gentlemen."

The old man was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at Uncle Luo and then at Han Mo, and said with some uncertainty: "Did you mean him last time? Didn't you say a few weeks ago that this kid might not survive?" , Why are you walking out now, do you think the old man is confused?"

"How could it be, old man, why did I lie to you when I have nothing to do? Who knows what's going on with this kid, he got better so quickly." Uncle Luo was also puzzled. It's blood, although it has dried up and has been washed away by drinking water, it is not difficult to see Han Mo's injuries. In addition, Han Mo's breathing and heartbeat at that time can be said to be gone. Ghosts think that Han Mo can recover So fast.

Hearing this, the old gentleman looked at Han Mo with more interest, stroked his beard and said, "Not bad, it looks a little imposing, how is your strength?"

"Old man, you have to remember, in the tribe, don't raise grudges like any younger generation, and don't teach them, otherwise..."

"Understood, how many times have you said it." Seeing that Luo Tian started nagging again, the old gentleman waved his hands impatiently. He also didn't understand what Luo Tian was doing. For practitioners, not only In the future, there will be a master in a skill who will be used for self-defense, and even his lifespan will be extended a lot, but this Luo Tian will not let those juniors practice, I don't know what he thinks in his heart.

Han Mo was going to ask Uncle Luo why he didn't let everyone practice Dou Qi, but when he heard this conversation, Han Mo quickly choked those questions back into his stomach.

After talking impatiently with Luo Tian, ​​the old man turned to look at Han Mo and said, "Han Nuo, you haven't told me your strength yet."

Hearing the words, Han Mo and Uncle Luo had black hair, and touched their noses in embarrassment. Han Mo smiled and said, "Mister, my name is Han Mo."

This time, Han Mo deliberately emphasized his voice on his ink characters, but the old gentleman waved his hand impatiently and said: "It doesn't matter, it's not the same. Whether you say it or not, it's just a matter of time."

"Han Mo, the old man's temperament is just like this, don't worry about it." Uncle Luo was also very helpless for the old man's impatient temper, but he couldn't help it. They all said that the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change, and the character is something engraved in the bone. Can be changed so easily.

Han Mo shook his head with a smile, cupped his hands to the old man and said, "Han Mo's injury has not yet healed, and his strength can only show the appearance of a martial artist of two or three yuan."

"Dual Yuan martial artist? It doesn't look like that." The old gentleman stretched out his hand and pinched Han Mo's arm, then pouted and said, "You only have a second or third Yuan martial artist with your physique? Do you really think that I am confused, old man?"

Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, and he couldn't help wondering. This old man looked very ordinary, and he didn't have the slightest fighting spirit fluctuations in his body like the villagers outside. Could it be possible that he could see his own strength?

Although Han Mo's consciousness is chaotic and extremely unstable, he can still restrain his breath. There is no reason for others to see it, unless the opponent's strength is too different from his own. But... is this possible?

"Don't be surprised, there's nothing you can't say, Luo Tian saved you, your life is already half as long as someone else's, are you still worried about others plotting against you?" The old man cast a glance at Han Mo and said indifferently.

Hearing this, Han Mo also felt that he couldn't hide it, and felt a little sorry for Uncle Luo. As the old man said, his life was saved by others, so there is no need to lie to everyone.

"Facing Uncle Luo, he cupped his hands guiltily, and said, "Uncle Luo, Han Mo didn't hide his strength on purpose, but Han Mo was afraid that you would be surprised if he said it, so he didn't tell the truth. "

"Strange? We will be surprised at what kind of strength we have. Don't dawdle, you don't talk about it." The old man interrupted Han Mo's words and said impatiently.

Shaking his head helplessly, he had no choice but to say: "After waking up a few days ago, I found that I broke through to a great martial artist by chance, but I haven't been active for the past few days, and my strength foundation is still unstable."

"Great martial artist?"

Both Luo Tian and the old man looked at Han Mo in surprise, and the old man, who had always been disapproving, was also a little surprised at this time, but out of face, he said bravely: "It's not surprising, it's like you There are so many geniuses in the mainland, young man, don't be so self-righteous."

"What the old man taught is that Han Mo must keep his teaching in mind." Han Mo also cupped his hands at the old man without pretentiousness.

Luo Tian couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch Han Mo's arm, shaking his head and saying, "It's really a generation of talented people. How old are you today, maybe you're only 20 years old?"

Han Mo hesitated for a moment and hesitated again, wondering what would happen to them if they revealed that he was only 17 years old.

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't want to say it, it's fine, you'll do something big in the future." Uncle Luo looked at Han Mo's strange excitement, and the smile on his face never disappeared.

"By the way, Uncle Luo, did you bring me here... for something?" Han Mo hesitated for a moment and suddenly remembered something, and asked Uncle Luo.

Speaking of this matter, Uncle Luo was also forgotten by the impatient old man, looked at the old man and said: "Old man, didn't you keep calling me to help you deliver something, or you will leave it to Han Mo Well, I need to go to the border in a few days and send Han Mo out by the way."

Speaking of delivering things, the old man's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Luo Tian suspiciously: "Are you really willing to deliver for me?"

"I didn't send it off. As I said, I won't leave here. You can discuss it with Han Mo. After all, he is leaving." Uncle Luo patted Han Mo's shoulder in fear, turned and walked out, in vain Liu Hanmo stayed in the house with the old gentleman.

"Old man, what do you need to send? Where do you want to send it?" Seeing that the old man was silent, Han Mo had to ask first.

Glancing at Han Mo, the old gentleman seemed a little uneasy, but remembering that Han Mo was already a great martial artist, he realized that Han Mo was not what he seemed on the surface.

"You are so calm at such a young age. To be honest, how old are you this year?" Although the old man was impatient, he couldn't help but ask without curiosity, looking at Han Mo.

"Han Mo is 17 years old today." Han Mo said without hiding anything.

I was a little surprised again in my heart, resisting not losing my composure, the old gentleman nodded lightly, his eyes suddenly became depressed, and sighed: "Will you help me deliver something, there may be danger on the way."

Han Mo frowned slightly when he heard the words, and did not rush to agree, but asked tentatively: "I don't know what the old man asked Han Mo to send, and where to send it?"