Galaxy Sword Emperor

Chapter 1 Bloody Waste

Layers of green mountains, picturesque scenery, the setting sun is exposed, there is a Wang Qingtan refraction, landscapes, flowers and trees, intertwined into a refreshing picture.

"Huh" by the pool, a young man slowly exhaled a breath of stale air from his chest, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

"It's still a failure!" The young man shook his head and laughed at himself, stroking the long sword beside him, and sighed.

The young man's name is Ye Mo, and he is a disciple of the Ye family, one of the three major families in Antan West City. Ye Mo began to practice at the age of five, and he successfully broke through the barriers of the mortal body in just one year, and stepped into the first-rank realm of true martial arts.

At that time in the Ye family, Ye Mo undoubtedly became the most dazzling genius of the new generation. You must know that the fastest record in the entire history of the Ye family was one year and three months to break through the barriers of immortality and enter the realm of true martial arts.

Ye Mo created a new history, was cultivated by the Ye family, and was also regarded as the hope of the Ye family to become the head of the three major families in Antan East City. The disciples of the same generation were jealous for a while.

It's just that the good times didn't last long. After stepping into the first-rank realm of true martial arts, Ye Mo's cultivation has been stagnant. Until now, he is 16 years old and has been practicing for ten years, but he is still standing still.

Every time Ye Mo practiced, he also felt the increase of true energy in his body, but his body seemed to be a bottomless pit, no matter how he practiced, he couldn't touch the barrier of the second grade of true martial arts.

Under normal circumstances, after breaking through the barriers of the mortal body, the cultivation speeds up quickly. If you practice seriously, it is normal to increase your cultivation level by one level one or two years before the fifth level of real martial arts. After the fifth level of real martial arts, it will slow down.

However, disciples with ordinary aptitude can still advance to a rank in four to five years.

But Ye Mo hasn't reached the second rank of Zhenwu for ten years. It has to be said that the aptitude that made people jealous at the beginning has been completely reduced to a laughingstock.

When Ye Mo was nine years old, the family had given up on him, and Ye Mo had completely become an inconspicuous useless member of the family.

If it wasn't for his father, Ye Wulei, who was the third son of Ye Chenfeng, the current head of the Ye family, who belonged to the direct blood of the Ye family, Ye Mo might have already been expelled from the Ye family.

In the seven years since he was nine years old, Ye Mo has suffered countless blank stares, and even more cynicism from his peers.

But he never gave up his cultivation, instead he became more diligent. After ten years of cultivation like this, Ye Mo finally felt the barrier of the second grade of true martial arts.

This made him ecstatic, and in order to practice harder, he left home and hid by this small pool in the back of the family mountain. Without the interruptions of those boring people, he had more energy for cultivation.

Today, it was already the fourth day of his continuous practice, and the barrier that he had already touched, just ran across there and could not be broken through.

Even though Ye Mo was mentally tough, he couldn't help showing a bit of depression at this moment.

At his current age, even if he broke through to the second rank of Zhenwu, he might not be able to really change anything, but he still did not give up, even if he only improved to the first rank, perhaps the grievances in Yu Jie's heart for many years would disappear a lot.

"Huh? Look, that trash is hiding here to practice!" An uncoordinated voice came, and three teenagers who were about the same age as Ye Mo came side by side. They happened to see Ye Mo who had finished training, and couldn't help pointing at him laughed.

The leading young man is the son of Ye Mo's fourth uncle Ye Wuming, named Ye Jun. He is one year older than Ye Mo, but his cultivation has reached the third rank of Zhenwu.

Although it is not a dazzling genius, it is enough capital to laugh at Ye Mo.

Seeing Ye Jun walking towards him, Ye Mo guessed that he would not be able to continue his practice today, so he didn't bother with him, silently picked up the long sword beside him and was about to leave.

"You trash, if I were you, I would have left the family a long time ago and stayed here to embarrass myself. I know that I am a trash, so why do I practice so hard?" Ye Jun laughed loudly.

There was no expression on Ye Mo's face. Anger and grievance showed nothing on his face. He just lowered his head quietly, as if he didn't see Ye Jun at all, and was about to walk past him.

"Brother talking to you, didn't you hear?" Ye Jun was so embarrassed by Ye Mo's ignorance, he immediately reached out to stop Ye Mo, narrowed his eyes and said: "Just like your useless father, he only stays at home Eat and wait to die!"

A cold light flashed in Ye Mo's eyes, and when he raised his head, that gaze actually made Ye Jun tremble slightly.

"What? You don't like to hear it?" Ye Jun tried to calm down, and the anger in his heart became stronger, and he said coldly: "The fact is that, now that I have taken charge of the family's hunting team, basically our generation has begun to set foot in In the family property, there are only you and your father who are trash, and they don’t care about anything, and the family still has to pay to support you, what is it if it’s not trash?"

"Shut up!" Ye Mo tightened his arm holding the long sword. He could ignore anyone who despised him, but Ye Jun's words had already insulted his father.

Although his father never cared about him, no matter how bad it was, he was still his father. Ye Jun insulted him, no way.

"You dare to tell me to shut up?" Ye Jun snorted coldly: "What a guts!"

A punch hit Ye Mo's cheek!
Ye Mo dodged sideways, the sword was still unsheathed, and swept towards Ye Jun's waist!

Ye Jun sneered, stretched out his arm like lightning, grasped Ye Mo's scabbard in the palm of his hand, and at the same time kicked up, hitting Ye Mo's chest.

"Peng" Ye Mo flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the ground.

"Trash is trash, you dare to speak wild words to me, hit me!" Ye Jun gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

The two followers around him immediately rushed forward, punching and kicking Ye Mo.

Ye Mo protected the vitals of his head and let the opponent's fists and feet land on his body. There were bursts of severe pain, but he didn't make a sound.

Ye Mo's heart was a little numb. Was he born in a big family?For the first time in so many years, he was disappointed with his family.

Father Ye Wulei, since he can remember, he has never really said a word to himself. Back then, he became the most dazzling genius of the Ye family.

Ye Mo happily reported to him, but he didn't praise himself at all as he imagined, but just looked down at the painted flagon, as if he didn't hear his words at all.

Even when he was abolished by his family and was heartbroken, he didn't say a word or comfort him.

Ye Mo doesn't have a mother. He hasn't had one since he was born. He doesn't even know who his mother is, and he doesn't dare to ask Ye Wulei.

But today, because of that ruthless father, Ye Mo suffered revenge from Ye Jun, is it worth it?Maybe not, but I don't regret it.

Although he didn't fulfill his responsibilities as a father, he was his only support and his only relative, so Ye Mo didn't regret it.

"Okay, it's my brother after all, don't beat him to death, let's go!" Seeing that it was almost done, Jun Ye stopped the two of them, laughed at Ye Mo again, and then left.

Ye Moping was lying on the ground, panting heavily, and there were bursts of tingling pain all over his body, but at this moment, it was less than one millionth of his heartache.

In the realm of the third grade of true martial arts, he had the opportunity to enter the family's library to practice martial arts. Ye Jun also practiced some martial arts, but he himself was not qualified.

"Father, am I really a waste?" Ye Mo held back his tears, but trembled silently.

There was no pain in his body. Ye Mo struggled to stand up, but failed. He slapped the ground fiercely. Perhaps only in this way can he vent his anger.

"I don't want to be trash! I really don't want to, I really don't want to!" Ye Mo shouted loudly, but just as soon as his shout came out, he stopped suddenly.

At the moment when he just opened his mouth, a ray of light suddenly flashed across the sky, unfortunately, it happened to fall into his opened mouth.

Immediately, there was a violent roar on the ground, like an earthquake, and even the calm pool water stirred up thick ripples that spread.

"Gulu!" Ye Mo swallowed the unknown thing without any preparation.

Immediately, a burst of heat burst out from his chest, Ye Mo felt as if his whole body was on fire, and there seemed to be a wave of turmoil in his body, his consciousness blurred for an instant, and he finally passed out.

"Just shouted, did the earthquake happen?"

This was Ye Mo's last consciousness before he passed out!
(End of this chapter)