The Beauty's Personal Doctor

When Mo Xie came out again, his whole body seemed to be transformed into a fiery man. At this time, his body was full of a surging force, which was stronger than Mo Wentian.

It's true that moye's strength in his body is stronger than mowentian's, because the nine spheres of light in his body have transformed his whole meridians. Now he is basically invincible at the same level.

Originally, Mo's Joyoung's magic power was very overbearing, almost capable of overstepping the enemy, and now he was forged by the Joyoung tripod. Now he can be said to be very powerful.

I'm afraid his strength has been able to compete with Jin Yidao.

"It's a success!"

Although Mo Qingfeng had already guessed that Mo Xie would not fail this time, when it really happened, he was still overjoyed, and then exclaimed.

His strength has reached the Ninth level of Joyoung's magic, and has reached a level of change. But now he is full of ecstasy, and he can see how much hope he has for mo.

"Grandpa, Dad!"

Moye said, and then he felt that the power holding him disappeared in an instant. After the power disappeared, he fell directly to the ground.

Boom——

Moye clapped his hand, and then his real Qi had a surging feeling, and his meridians were like the water of a stream, gurgling, and then a red real Qi burst out from his palm. And this true Qi instantly hit the ground, with the help of the anti shock force of this true Qi, his whole person fell to the ground steadily.

When he fell to the ground, moxie recovered as usual. At this time, he was clean. Even if his grandfather and father were in front of him, he felt embarrassed.

Then he directly a small jump, hiding in the back of the Nine Yang Ding.

"Dad, did you bring more clothes?"

According to moye's idea, since his father and grandfather knew the place and what he was going to do, they would have prepared his clothes for him long ago.

"Cough, moye, I'm afraid you're going to go back naked. We forgot about it."

However, Mo Wentian's answer made Mo Xie despair in an instant.

"Dad, take off your coat. It's not good for me to go back like this."

Finally, Mo Wentian thought about it. After all, it was his son. Then he took off his coat.

Fortunately, it's winter now, so Mo Wentian wears three clothes, one shirt inside and a long shirt outside. On the outside, he also wears a coat.

Then he directly threw the coat to moye, who wrapped the coat around his waist to prevent his key parts from being exposed in the air.

"Moye, what have you experienced in it?"

This is what Mo Qingfeng is most curious about. This kind of vision happens outside, but I'm afraid there will be bigger vision inside.

"Grandfather, nothing happened inside. I've always been conservative, but the heat in the back is too high. I was almost baked dry. Fortunately, the temperature in the back dropped to the bottom, otherwise you won't see your grandson now."

Mo Xie's answer is doomed to let Mo Qingfeng down.

Later, the three generations of people, directly around the Jiuyang Ding next to the fight.

It's only in the afternoon now, and it's still a while before night, so it's inconvenient for them to go back to the capital now. Only when it's dark, can they make their way.

The three are all strong now, so there will be no hunger at all.

"Moye, shall we have a competition?"

Don't ask the sky.

MOE is madly shaking his head. Although he has the seventh level of Joyoung's magic power now, he hasn't consolidated it. Secondly, his father's dignified image has been deep in his mind. Let's not say that he has the seventh level realm of Joyoung's magic power. Even if there is a eighth level realm of Joyoung's divine power, he is absolutely afraid to do anything with Mogao.

"Little moye, since you don't want to bully your father, come and compete with your grandfather."

In fact, Mo Qingfeng is also itchy. He also wants to know what kind of degree Mo Xie has reached now.

The so-called "know yourself and know the enemy, and never be lazy in a hundred battles" means not only knowing the strength of the enemy, but also grasping the strength of his own side.

Moreover, moye, as an assassin's mace, will only take it out at the critical time, and it will directly play the role of determining the universe at one stroke at that time.

Hear Mo Qingfeng say so, Mo Xie's head shakes more fierce.

He and Mo Wentian battle, there is still a chance to win, but with Mo Qingfeng battle, that is simple to find abuse.

Now Mo Xie does not cooperate, so that Mo Qingfeng and Mo Wentian are not happy in an instant. Then the father and son looked at each other and made a decision.

At the same time when they have a decision, Mo Wentian directly bullies the body and hits moxie with a simple and unfounded fist. At the same time, Mo Qingfeng also hits moxie with a fist.

"Grandpa, Dad, what are you doing?"

Mo Xie was startled in an instant. He didn't expect that Mo Qingfeng and Mo Wentian would rise up against him.

"Cut the crap. You'll have to fight if you don't fight."

This is what Mo Wentian said.

"Little moye, Grandpa just wants to see your progress."

This is what Mo Qingfeng said.

They both control their own strength. After all, moye is the treasure of their family. If they don't know that moye is seriously injured, they will be in trouble.

At this time, the power of Mo Wentian's palm, 50% of the power is toward Mo Xie, and Mo Qingfeng, only uses one tenth of the power.

Peng Peng——

Then the three men and four palms intersected, moye directly stepped back three steps, each step back, leaving a footprint at his feet, and the three footprints are different in depth, it is obvious that moye is not able to grasp his own strength.

"Good boy!"

Although it's just a blow, Mo Qingfeng and Mo Wentian still test out Mo Xie's strength.

According to the two of them, moye's strength is higher than mowentian's.

Gang moye took the move in a hurry, and at the same time he took the move of Mo Qingfeng and Mo Wentian. Although they both converged most of their strength and Qi, the blow was very small. At least if Mo Wentian took such a blow, it would not be as easy as moye.

"Good, good!"

Mo Qingfeng opens his mouth and nods his head. Mo Xie's strength is stronger than him. He is not unhappy.

If his son is promising, he will be proud.

"Moye, come here, Grandpa, polish you."

Mo Qingfeng suddenly spoke.