Broken Night

Chapter 609 - Please Lord Grim (Part 2)

Entering the heart palace with the giant spirit pattern, the teenager grows into a youth. Even though his eyes became more and more vicissitudes, his figure and face were still like that of a six-year-old child.

No matter how much the Giant Spirit Tribe valued him in the end, he and his mother were still looked down upon by this tribe for more than ten years. So when his mother was old and returned to the ruins, he left the giant spirit tribe and came to the **** front alone.

This is the most simple and direct world - the strong are respected.

He gave up the clan name of the giant spirit clan and called himself Mo Xiao.

Please don't laugh.

After seeing his strength, who would dare to laugh?

Sijitian and Fentianshan both approached Mo Xiao, but they were all rejected by Mo Xiao. He stayed on the **** front like this for ten years. In the past ten years, he has been the strongest person in the entire **** front except for the masters of the Four Palaces or Hundred Patterns sent by the three major forces in turn.

Even in the **** front, his prestige is even higher.

He is the king of the north on the **** front.

The King of Blood, the King of Children, and the Lord of the River of Blood. He has many names, but at least now when people talk about the name Mo Xiao, it is no longer a mockery of his dwarfism, but respect and awe.

His reputation came back through himself.

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Shen Qiushu stared at Mo Xiao with murderous expression.

Mo Xiao's indifference to his immature face and the height of the child did not match. He was like a lion, watching the local dog grinning at him with disdain.

On the contrary, seeing Xu Yan guessing his identity, he nodded slightly towards Xu Yan: "You are very good, I look forward to your fight with me when you grow up."

Shen Qiushu was even more angry when he saw this, but when he thought about the gap between him and Mo Xiao, he was even more depressed.

"The people have been brought here, so I'll leave first."

Shen Qiushu left, he had to leave. Staying here again, he doesn't know if he can control himself.

After Shen Qiushu left, the three of Xu Yan were left here.

Mo Xiao's expression did not fluctuate at the departure of Shen Qiushu. He looked at Xu Yan and the other three, and his voice was cold: "You probably also know the rules of my northern blood."

Jin Qianji and others also nodded, and he himself came out first: "I'll come first."

He stood more than ten meters in front of Mo Xiao, with blood-red red flags fluttering in the wind on both sides. And behind Mo Xiaohu's head seat, there are a series of **** fronts, masters below the Three Palaces or the Ten Patterns. Occasionally, the eyes that fall on Mo Xiao are full of admiration.

"The disciple of Yunfu, Jin Qianji, is here to teach."

Mo Xiao also "jumped" out of the chair and looked at Jin Qianji with a solemn expression: "Are you trying to break through the blood?"

Jin Qianji remained calm and calm: "Yes."

"Okay." Mo Xiao nodded, his eyes looking around for a week. No matter how Xu Yan thought about it, he couldn't bring together such a child's appearance and the vicissitudes of life.

While he was thinking wildly, Mo Xiao's voice had already sounded, like a bronze bell: "Guests who venture into the **** way, no one welcomes you."

"No one is welcome!"

welcome... welcome...

Countless people shouted in unison, not knowing where the sound came from. And soon, countless cultivators came, and at least hundreds of cultivators were seen, but they pulled the blood flag from the ground extremely fast. And the tents on both sides of the flag road were also dismantled quickly.

About the time for a cup of tea, the surroundings had already changed.

Countless blood flags were plucked up, stepped back, walked far away, and inserted them back to the ground. If someone looks down from a high altitude, countless blood flags form a circle with a radius of hundreds of meters, like a fighting arena.

Perhaps seeing their doubts, Mo Xiao looked at a woman on the lower left side. The woman understood and explained: "In the north, we give the highest level of respect to the warriors who break the **** road, even if they end up dead or alive."

"This is a respect for the courage to challenge."

Jin Qianchun was interested, and at the same time had a deeper understanding of the **** nature in the north. Perhaps for them, this is not as simple as an ordinary battle, but more like a noble ceremony and ritual. This is a sacred battle of martial arts, but it is a matter of life and death.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The dozens or hundreds of northern cultivators surrounding the three raised their right feet and stomped on the ground together.

Naturally, there were tattooists, but the tattooists were physically strong, and with such a neat stomping, the ground trembled slightly. And Lan Mingxin even shrunk his figure behind Xu Yan, only a pair of small fox-like eyes poked out.

Mo Xiao, who was sitting back on the tiger-headed throne, also felt strange when he saw this scene. This Yunfu boy was too timid, right?

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After a long time, Nine Sounds set foot.

Mo Xiao opened his mouth and said, "Blood-breaker, a disciple of Yunfu—Jin Qianji. Cultivation is at the level of one pattern."

"Who is going to fight first?" Mo Xiao did not specifically choose anyone to target Jin Qianji, but let the northern cultivators decide for themselves. But just after Mo Xiao finished speaking, more than a dozen figures took a step forward at the same time. When they saw someone vying with them, those more than a dozen people didn't move at the same time, but their eyes fluctuated and they didn't give in at all.

Mo Xiao said coldly, "What are you fighting for?"

"Choose the strongest one yourself."

Mo Xiao obviously had a very high prestige on the **** front. Under his cold drink, the eyes and expressions of the dozen or so figures became more and more intense. In a moment, the dozen or so figures retreated, and only one person came out.

The figure of this person is very thin, his complexion is slightly pale, and he looks like a young man who has not recovered from a serious illness. It was just that the divine light in his eyes flickered, and Jin Qianji seemed to feel a slight tingling in his eyes.

What a powerful spiritual force!

The pinnacle of a pattern!

The one who played this first battle was a tattoo artist at the peak of the first tattoo realm!

And looking at this person, although his face is blue and white, it is obvious from his appearance that he is not too old.

As expected of the North, the first battle that came out casually is such a strong one!

The sick young man clasped his fists slightly, even with such a simple action, he coughed twice, "Chang Tao, please advise Mr. Yunfu Liu."

Jin Qianji smiled slightly, even though he felt that the enemy was not weak, he was not afraid: "Brother Chang, please advise!"

Chang Tao coughed twice, "Mr. Liu, be careful."

Just as he was talking politely, Jin Qianji felt a touch of sharpness coming towards his face! He subconsciously flashed sideways, but a strand of black hair was cut off in a hurry.

Jin Qianji did not feel angry, but was amazed: "What a quick pattern."

Chang Tao was still coughing, but there was a hint of surprise deep in his eyes.

"It is said that the disciples of Yunfu cultivated the way of fellow practitioners of body and spirit. Now that Mr. Six is ​​so fast, I am afraid that the body is also stepping into the second palace, right?"

Jin Qianji didn't have any intention to hide: "Exactly."

Chang Tao nodded with a pale face: "As expected of Mr. Yunfu, since this is the case, there will be no mercy for me."

Jin Qianji was overjoyed to see Hunting: "Crushing the Blood Path is a matter of life and death, so it's okay for Brother Chang to use it."