Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 11 Who is the waste?
While speaking, Mo Lin suddenly took a step forward, clenched his right hand suddenly, and punched out towards Mo Ming's chest.

"I want to see whose is harder!"

Seeing Mo Lin punching, a cruel and fierce light flashed in Mo Ming's eyes. He didn't retreat, but also swung his fist and went straight to meet him.He wanted to smash one of Molin's arms with fist to fist, head to head.

Mo Lin's fist was unremarkable, as if it lacked any strength, but just when it was about to touch Mo Ming's fist, the surrounding air suddenly became distorted, and a nearly materialized fist was like a meteorite falling from the sky The general blasted out, the wind of fist pierced the air, and there was a sound of hunting.

"This is Kaishan Fist? Dzogchen Realm!"

Feeling the terrifying power of Mo Lin's punch, Mo Ming's face changed drastically, but it was too late to stop his fist. When the two fists collided, Mo Ming felt as if his fist had hit an iron plate. In an instant, he knew that he and Mo Lin were not on the same level at all.

boom!
With a loud noise, Mo Ming's body flew upside down seven or eight meters away, and fell heavily on the ground. This scene was exactly the same as the battle between Mo Qingshan and Mo Tianhu just now.

Mo Guangdou's son, Mo Ming, was blown away with a punch without any resistance!
Mo Guangdou couldn't believe his eyes at all, stared blankly at Mo Ming who fell on the ground in shock, and even forgot to rescue him.

"How is it possible! How could this be!"

Mo Ming was seriously injured by the terrifying power brought by this punch, cracks appeared in the bones of his arm, and the severe pain kept hitting his consciousness like needle pricks, but the extreme shock made him forget the pain, His eyes were dull, unable to accept this cruel reality at all.

At this moment, Merlin's voice sounded.

"You opened your mouth and kept calling me a waste, and I endured everything not because I was afraid of you, but because of my blood. Since you are ungrateful and want to be that Zhongshan wolf, then I will let you know that some Bs cannot be pretended casually. At least, You do not deserve!"

"Mo Lin has become a martial artist? His strength is at least level five! How can he be a waste!"

Everyone looked at Mo Lin, shocked and speechless.

The news that Mo Lin hadn't awakened his martial soul was the first news that Mo Ming sent back to Mojia Village. Later, some children in the village who practiced in the Unfeeling Sect also proved this point, but Mo Lin's punch just now defeated Mo Ming. Doesn't it mean that he has at least the strength of a fifth-level warrior?Are the rumors false?Or, is this simply a conspiracy by Mo Lin and his son?
"Your son keeps calling me trash, and now he can't even take a punch from me, what do you think he is?" Mo Lin looked up at Mo Guangdou who hadn't recovered from the shock, and said sarcastically.

"As an elder, for the sake of fame and fortune, he will do anything for fame and fortune. Knowing that he can't beat my father, he pushes his son out as a gunman. Do you think your son will win? It's a pity that your son lost to me, a waste, a waste of money! What would you call a trash that can't even be beaten?

"Mo Lin! It's only at the sixth level of Pulse Impulse Realm. Do you think you have the right to tell me what to do?" Mo Guangdou's face was ashen, and he was immediately annoyed by Mo Lin's junior duty.

"You are my third uncle, how dare you tell me what to do with you." Mo Lin suddenly smiled very submissively, and said, "I said this just to let you understand a truth. 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, be a human being and keep a line , don't be too extreme." After speaking, he ignored Mo Guangdou, turned around and walked down the stage.

"Hedong for 30 years, Hexi for 30 years, stay a line in life."

Everyone looked at Mo Lin's figure with complicated expressions, and kept repeating this sentence in their hearts.

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Merlin is self-aware.

The journey of martial arts is like a big mountain that goes deep into the clouds, and he has just taken the first step of climbing the mountain.

Mo Ming, who defeated the fifth level of Chongmai Realm, shocked the whole village, allowing him to regain the prestige of a Mohist genius, but Mo Lin knew that with his current strength, it was nothing at all, because a genius is not the same as a strong man. , before it is really strong, any accident may happen.

Mo Ming's talent can only be considered mediocre in Mojia Village, and there are many talents who are stronger than him. Take Mo Tianhu's daughter Mo Jiao as an example. She is now a martial artist at the tenth level of the Chongmai Realm. Countable masters.

Now there are still three months before the Chinese New Year. According to the custom, every year at the end of the year, the children of the village who practiced in various sects will come back to participate in the annual martial arts conference. If you don’t improve your cultivation as soon as possible, you will be the one who will be humiliated by then. .

After returning to his residence, Mo Lin quickly entered the state of cultivation.

This time, Mo Lin didn't rush to hit the seventh soul vein, but focused on stabilizing the six soul veins that had been opened before.

Mo Lin is well aware of the principle of counterproductive growth. When he wakes up, he goes up three levels in a row, and suddenly another meridian rushes through. The speed of his cultivation can be called monstrous, but this makes him feel very uneasy.

Because it reminded Molin of those vegetables and poultry that were ripened back then on the earth, as well as those bean curd dregs projects that were built with jerry-built materials. Without a good foundation, it is hard to predict what will happen in the future cultivation path However, what Mo Lin didn't know was that it was because he was not eager for quick success that he survived in desperate situations time after time in the future.

For a cultivator, time is the last thing to pass. In the past few days, apart from killing a few monsters in the Mo family's hunting ground to replenish his soul energy, Mo Lin has been hiding in the house to practice.

To Mo Lin's regret, after becoming a sixth-level warrior, the ability of the Yin-Yang martial soul to transform beast pills has been weakened by half. In the past, the number of conversions from a first-level beast pill now requires at least a second-level beast pill. The hunting ground is no better than the back mountain of Unfeeling Valley, and the number of monsters is far from enough, which makes Mo Lin have to rush back to the sect in advance, but even so, in the past seven or eight days, his body has reached the peak of the sixth level of Chongmai Realm , only half a step away from the seventh-level warrior.

On this day, Mo Lin found his father.

"Go back to the sect now? Isn't it good to practice at home?"

It was hard for Mo Qingshan to hear Mo Lin say that he was going back to the sect. He had to go out for several months a year, and it was rare for the father and son to get together. Although Mo Lin had been practicing these days, at least he could see him every day. Son, if we separate again, it will be difficult to see each other.

"Father, after all, Zongmen is more suitable for cultivation than at home. Didn't you also say that the best way to cultivate is to fight? Now the children in the village hide when they see me, and the monsters in the hunting ground are not challenging. In order to improve their strength as soon as possible, to welcome the end of the year I can only find the most suitable cultivation method for me, don't worry, I will be back in a few months."

Mo Lin didn't intend to tell Mo Qingshan about the Yin-Yang Wuhun. He believed that these few words would be enough for his father to understand what he meant. Martial arts, when Mo Qingshan sent himself to the Unfeeling Sect, wasn't it for these training resources?

Mo Qingshan knew that what Mo Lin said was not unreasonable, although he felt reluctant, but when he heard him mention the martial arts conference at the end of the year and thought of the challenges he might face then, the reluctance in his eyes was quickly replaced by an invisible determination.

"People without long-term considerations must have near-term worries. If you want to survive in this cruel world, the only way is to make yourself stronger. In three months, Mo Jiao and the others will be back. Mo Tianhu will definitely not Let it go, father believes that you are no worse than any of them, go, pay attention to safety along the way." Mo Qingshan patted Mo Lin on the shoulder and instructed.

"Don't worry, old man. In Mojia Village, no one dares to bully our father and son. Never before, and never again! This year's Martial Arts Conference, I want to see what Mo Jiao can do, and I want to take this opportunity to suppress me, Mo Lin. I'm afraid It's not that easy!"

Mo Lin's words reveal incomparable self-confidence. As long as he possesses the Yin-Yang Martial Soul, he can cultivate at least five times faster than ordinary people as long as he has enough beast pills. It is also impossible to become a member of the anti-terrorist special forces, and his inner tenacity and persistence are unmatched by his peers. He believes that he is no worse than anyone else.

Before leaving, Mo Niu said goodbye to Mo Niu. Mo Lin brought some dry food and some money, rode on a strong black horse prepared by Mo Qingshan himself, and galloped in the direction of the Jueqing Sect.

The mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, the clouds are dancing in the sky, the earth is groaning under his feet, Mo Lin is riding a horse, galloping between the sky and the earth, listening to the sound of the wind, his clothes fluttering behind him, his heart is full of pride and ambition, The blood in the body is boiling.

In his previous life, Mo Lin dreamed of being a hero who fights for justice, robs the rich and helps the poor, but in that society with strict legal system, his dream has never been realized, and he can only compromise to become a hero who maintains world peace. An anti-terrorist special soldier, he did not expect that he would finally have the chance to realize his dream in this life.

Looking at the majestic and towering mountains in the distance, Mo Lin could no longer hold back the enthusiasm in his heart, waved the long knife in his hand, and recited loudly a poem he liked most in his previous life——

The general Nan Zheng was bold and courageous, and his waist crossed Qiushui Yan Ling knife.

The wind blows the drum and the mountains and rivers move, and the flashing flags are high with the sun and the moon.

The unicorn in the sky is the original species, how can the ants in the cave escape!
On the day of Taiping's return, my husband and I will untie our battle robes!
(End of this chapter)