The next morning, Li Mo went down the mountain with a familiarity. The members of the church team were already rushing to morning classes. Living in this turbulent era, force was the guarantee of everything. People gathered together with different beliefs, but no matter what kind of belief, they had to survive first.

When he arrived in front of the temple, Kesu sat on the futon at the door as usual. In the early morning, there was a little mist floating on the mountain, hitting his body, wet, as if his hair was white. The other four disciples had already arrived, sat cross-legged under the steps, and conducted meditation training.

This is the training of an assassin. It requires meditation at all times to maintain one's own peace and control oneself. If a person cannot even control himself, then he is definitely not a qualified assassin.

The five contemporary disciples are the eldest brother Sheng Heng and Li Mo, the second, the third is a thin man named Zhang Qi, the fourth song, and the last entry-level white-haired man wearing a mask, called "Whishui".

Li Mo quickly sat in his position and began to meditate and calmed down his state of mind. In the deep pool of ancient wells in his heart, black mist filled his air, and some practical skills slowly came into Li Mo's heart.

Kesu, who was sitting at the door, opened his eyes slightly, looked at Li Mo below, and frowned involuntarily. Although this disciple was calm on one side, he always maintained a high fighting spirit on the other side. The two were not opposite, which meant that Li Mo was enjoying the battle. The more violent the battle was, the happier and calmer he was.

This reminded him of an old friend in the past, an old friend who made him feel very bad, so this is also the reason why he has always had some prejudice against Li Mo. On the one hand, he has family affection for this disciple who was raised since childhood, but on the other hand, he is afraid that he will follow that person's old path, so he is particularly strict with him.

As the bell rang, the morning class gradually ended. The members of the group looked at the disciples at the door enviously. Each generation of holy people saw that the assassin was carefully selected and could learn the knowledge of mastering Tianhen. Although they could also learn various abilities and skills, they could not master the corresponding Tianhen due to inappropriate physical fitness.

Therefore, after the morning class is completed, most of these sect members can only go to the foot of the mountain to do farm work, and a small number can further become official members of the Shengjianshan Temple. They only need to exercise every day, and only a few disciples of masters can practice knowledge about mastering Tianhen.

Shengjian Mountain has five corresponding sets of Tianhen, so each generation of Shengjian Mountain will have five top assassins. Of course, for various reasons, if someone with the right physique, they will also be trained to become the substitute for Tianhen’s master.

But in order not to inspire conflicts, the substitutes will not train with the official leader, and it will be difficult for them to meet unless there is an emergency.

When Kesu asked questions one by one to his disciples, he stopped teaching. He had already mastered the relevant knowledge of these disciples and could inherit Tianhen in a short time. These disciples were also smart and remembered the relevant knowledge strictly. So Kesu also smiled and said, "Let's go and exercise."

"Please wait, Master." Li Mo said suddenly, which also made Ke Su, who was familiar with him, frown immediately. An irritable thought arose from his heart, but it quickly disappeared, and the smile on his face disappeared, and he said indifferently: "What's the matter? Tell me."

"I want to challenge the eldest brother again." Li Mo was not stupid. He also noticed the displeasure on his master's face, but defeating the eldest brother was his always obsession. He had to succeed once in any case before he would give up.

"Shengheng, do you agree?" Kesu turned his head and looked at Shengheng who was a little embarrassed, and a irritability arose in his heart again. The situation where everyone could get along well, but someone wanted to make trouble was always provoking Kesu's nerves. However, as an assassin master, he had a strong grasp of his own state of mind, so he soon calmed down again.

"Then let's compete." Sheng Heng was a little embarrassed. He was a little competitive when he was a child and wanted to guarantee the title of a senior disciple, so he refused to lose. When he understood the truth and realized that he had become Li Mo's obsession, it was already difficult to lose intentionally. He would definitely be noticed, and it would be even worse at that time.

"Then let's compete again, Li Mo, this is the last time you are allowed to compete, do you understand?" Ke Su also wanted to make the matter between them end soon, and he would inherit Tianhen soon. He didn't want to make trouble anymore.

"I understand, I will win anyway!" Li Mo stood there full of confidence.

Not only was he not interested in this kind of showdown, so he reported to Kesu and left early. Another third disciple, Zhang Qi, glanced at Lingge who had been paying attention to Li Mo, and said with a smile: "Junior sister, let's go, yesterday's mission has not been explained to Uncle Master. Anyway, Li Mo will lose, so there is no need to watch it."

"I have reported to my uncle yesterday, and how do you know that Li Mo will lose? I think he will win this time." Ling Ge curled his lips unhappily, looked at the two people who saluted each other in the field, and ignored Zhang Qi.

Zhang Qi's face was a little unnatural, and he looked at Li Mo in the field with a little condescending breath, sighing in his heart, "What's the point of that kid? He's just looking better, acting more casually, and having stronger strength than himself. What else is there? He doesn't lose every time when facing the elder brother.

Li Mo pulled out the short blade, and three darts flew out, rushing towards Sheng Heng's side, blocking Sheng Heng's actions, his body flashed, and he rushed towards Sheng Heng with the short blade, waving the short blade with all his strength.

Sheng Heng's movements were not slow, even faster. He pulled out the short blade of the same standard, slashed out with one stroke, knocked two darts away, and slashed the last one backwards, forcing Li Mo to change his sword path and retracted his strength.

Unexpectedly, when Li Mo stopped, he seemed to be unstable in his footsteps. He pounced towards the front, avoided the darts flying back, supported the ground with his other hand, stopped for a moment, and then rushed up at a faster speed, and the short blade in his hand slashed out.

Sheng Heng had no choice but to lift the knife to force it. As soon as the two blades were intercepted, Sheng Heng felt something was wrong. After Li Mo successfully slashed, his body thrust forward, and a force came from the blade like a shock wave. Then Sheng Heng immediately felt the muscles in his hand soreness and the muscles in his right hand were involuntarily spasming and paralyzing, which made Sheng Heng almost unable to hold the knife.

Excitement flashed in Li Mo's eyes. This was a small trick from that thing. Through vibration, the force was rushed into the enemy's body, causing the opponent's muscles to be discomfort. The severe direct muscle breakage. Even if the two people have equal strength, they can temporarily paralyze the opponent.

The attack was successful, and Li Mo took advantage of Sheng Heng's right hand to numbness, pulled out a dagger with his left hand and advanced towards Sheng Heng. His right hand also turned to grab the short blade and lifted it towards Sheng Heng, as if he wanted to cut his head with a knife.
Chapter completed!