With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

Chen Mo has faced a few opponents since Body Refining, all of which were instant kills. He has never encountered such an evenly matched opponent.

The pain in his body not only did not make Chen Mo feel timid, but also made him become more courageous as he fought. The two opponents just made him use some strength of his muscles and bones without using his energy and blood. Now a powerful opponent appeared. Naturally, this great opportunity cannot be wasted.

"Looking at your strength, you shouldn't be able to compare with me. However, you can still laugh after being beaten like this. It's really puzzling. However, since you want to beat me, I will never show mercy."

Li Wang clenched his fists tightly, and his fists made a "crunching" sound. His spiritual energy gathered on his fists, and terrifying power burst out, attacking Chen Mo again. Upon seeing this, the latter no longer held back his hands, and blood surged all over his body. And out.

The two were fighting each other with fists and kicks, neither of them holding back. Li Wang still wanted to win with his skills, but as Chen Mo's attacks became more fierce, he also hit the head. He couldn't control so much. He had no skills and relied solely on brute force.

The punches and punches caused blood to splash everywhere, and the faces of both of them were bleeding. Although Chen Mo was always at a disadvantage, he was never defeated and remained strong.

"What's going on with that guy? He seems to be weaker than Li Wang. How can he persist for so long?"

"The useless Spirit Vein can actually have such strength?"

"How long has it been since he awakened the Spirit Vein, and he can actually fight Li Wang back and forth? I can't imagine how far he can grow if I give him more time."

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Zhang Long looked at Chen Mo, who was covered in wounds but had no intention of shrinking, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the mahogany sword at his waist.

Liu Wuxin took a few steps forward and looked at Chen Mo, who was covered in injuries. His eyes were full of heartache. He could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart and wanted to stop the fight.

"Don't come over, everything is fine, no need to take action"

Chen Mo turned around and shouted coldly, stopping Liu Wuxin, and then he threw himself into the battle again.

"You are very strong. At first I thought you were just a useless Spirit Vein who didn't need to fight hard. Now I realize that I underestimated you."

Li Wang wiped the blood under his nose with a serious look on his face.

"Both and each other, your strength is not bad, but you are on the wrong track."

Chen Mo faced the enemy with both fists. After he punched the opponent, he was knocked away more than ten feet. Pain spread all over his body, and his fist seemed to be shattered. He gritted his teeth and endured it.

"It is finished"

Chen Mo carefully felt the qi and blood in his body. The yin and yang were balanced. The two qi and blood entangled each other, and then kept rolling and rolling, starting from every inch of the skin on the body, and gathering bit by bit at the Dantian.

Qi and blood are the source of the strength of the muscles and bones, just like the spiritual power of the Martial Artist, which supplies power. Now all the qi and blood are gathered in the Dantian, which can make Chen Mo's strength of the muscles and bones even higher.

Tread——

The sound of footsteps suddenly approached, and Li Wang didn't give Chen Mo a chance to breathe. He rushed towards him with a punch. Chen Mo punched to meet him, and the two punches met again, but this time, the latter only took three steps back. On the other hand, The former flew more than ten feet away.

Li Wang lost

The scene in front of them immediately calmed down the menacing disciples, who stared at Li Wang who fell to the ground in surprise.

Li Wang, the chief disciple, was defeated.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and looked at the noisy crowd around him. He did not make any more taunts. His goal had been achieved and there was no need to attract any more hatred; and a group of introductory disciples were not so ignorant that they stepped forward to provoke them.

Li Wang lost, which proves that Chen Mo's strength has at least reached the level of an outer disciple. No one among them is his opponent.

"Little friend Chen Mo, can you come to the back mountain to reminisce about old times?"

An old voice came from the void and echoed throughout the square.

"It's the voice of the sect master"

The white-robed disciple who led Chen Mo and others recognized the owner of the voice, his face changed slightly, he turned to look at the former and said, "The sect leader has called you."

"Um"

Chen Mo nodded slightly and replied, "Lead the way."

Liu Wuxin hurriedly stepped forward, looked at Chen Mo who was covered in injuries, and said distressedly: "Does it hurt?"

"Skin injury, nothing to worry about"

Although it hurt, Chen Mo still forced a smile to respond.

Liu Wuxin was stunned, and suddenly remembered that when they first met, Chen Mo was like this. His head was smashed by those stones, but he still showed the sunniest side of himself.

The mountain behind Hua'an Mountain is the cultivation place of the sect leader and the forbidden area of ​​the backing sect. Except for the elders of the sect, ordinary unrelated disciples are not allowed to enter.

The white-robed disciples who received the order from the sect leader led Chen Mo and his party to the gate of the back mountain. He pointed to the distance and said, "Dao Ancestor, follow the mountain road straight ahead. The sect leader will be waiting for you in front."

"Thank you very much"

After Chen Mo finished speaking, he took Liu Wuxin's hand and walked forward. After walking for about two-quarters of an hour, he could see a waterfall hanging down from a high mountain, stirring up waves on a pool.

Not far from the water pool is a white pavilion. In the pavilion sits an old man wearing a white robe with white hair and beard. There are also several men and women with evil faces standing around the pavilion, all wearing white robes.

Chen Mo asked Liu Wuxin and others to wait here while he walked into the pavilion alone.

The old man's name was Song Chengfeng, the leader of the Patron Sect, and one of the top Fourth Grade masters in the Tianlong Dynasty. He raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Mo, with a kind smile on his face.

Chen Mo wiped the blood on his face and smiled back, "This look made Sect Leader Song laugh."

"Little friend Chen Mo, it's my fault that one of my disciples was ignorant and injured you. There are a few bottles of spiritual liquid here that will help you heal your injuries. Please accept them."

Song Chengfeng waved his right hand, and several small ceramic bottles suddenly appeared on the stone table of the pavilion.

The disciple named Zhang Jin came to provoke him. Chen Mo could tell at a glance that it was Song Chengfeng's intention. He just wanted to test his own strength. Chen Mo saw through it without saying anything and picked up a few ceramic bottles in his arms, " Then I won’t be polite.”

Chen Mo casually grabbed a bottle and drank a few sips of it, and the pain on his body eased a lot.

"Little friend Chen Mo is here on the order of the Empress. I don't know what you want to see me for."

Nowadays, the Tianlong Dynasty is in constant war, and the royal family is besieged on all sides. The empress is also worried that the three major sects will take advantage of the situation. Song Chengfeng has a rough guess about Chen Mo's purpose, but he also sees through it without telling the truth.

"Give you an opportunity"

Chen Mo drank a bottle of spiritual liquid and responded with a smile.

After the words fell, Song Chengfeng looked stunned, and his old eyes were full of suspicion. Chen Mo was ordered to come to him for two things, either to promise him benefits and not to intervene in this war at will, or to promise him bigger things. benefits, let him help the royal family.

But Chen Mo's words were beyond Song Chengfeng's expectation. Not only him, but also all the elders outside the pavilion looked curious, wondering in their hearts what medicine Chen Mo was selling in his gourd.