"call--"

Mo Yan blew a breath at the table in front of him with a blank expression. A small piece of crystal powder passed away with the wind. In the blink of an eye, there was no trace left behind.

The huge amount of spiritual gravel is gone.

The culprit is - no matter who it is, Xiao Mo Ge will make him pay the price, and the little demon in his heart roared with a black fork.

He has always been a master who only takes advantage but does not suffer losses. When has he been cheated like this?

This is a treasure worth tens of thousands of faks.

When I thought of this, the calm face suddenly couldn't help but twitch.

"The energy saturation reaches one percent, the inheritance command is enabled, and scanning is underway."

"The inheritance has been terminated, and the inheritor's physical fitness is relatively weak. Please strengthen your exercise"

Before Mo Yan could react, there were suddenly a series of unfamiliar figures in his mind. It is worth noting that these figures were all making extremely strange movements, revealing an indescribable smell.

"Well, Wuqin Show, it seems that God knows what those actions are for."

Mo Yan's eyes were on the strange stone he took back from Brother Fang. I wonder if he had any illusion that the black stone seemed to have become brighter.

Whether it is the spiritual looming connection or the stone itself, all signs indicate that the culprit of the whole thing is this stone.

Throw it away? This stone is extremely weird and may cause any trouble.

Mo Yan shook his head slightly.

Not to mention that he has never been a timid person. He "eats" his own spiritual gravel worth tens of thousands of yuan by just relying on it. If he cannot find it back with capital and profit, then he will write the three words "Little Brother Mo" upside down.

The most overwhelming thing is that this stone, who is not sure what it is, said that he is in poor health, so please exercise more, which makes him even more unhappy. Compared with the apprentices of the tattoo masters who fall like the wind blows in this academy, his body is much stronger.

Put aside these worries for the time being. Anyway, the spiritual gravel was like a free pickup. His thoughts quickly floated back to the stylus made just now, which is what he would do every time he painted the stylus.

Failed experience is also experience.

In the Holy Light Federation, the spiritual scale of an ordinary adult is about five to ten cards, and the minimum requirement for Emma Academy is fifteen cards. With Mo Yan's talent, it takes two of them to add up to barely meet the minimum requirement of Emma Academy.

Even though I have experienced a lot of actual repair operations in the past two years, and have been exploring and practicing the ninth set of basic spiritual exercises published by the official, my mental scale has increased slightly, and I am only in my early twenties, which is still far inferior to those of my peers in the academy.

With the development of human society in the past century, stylis has penetrated into all aspects of human life and has made great progress, and the entire stylis system has become more rigorous and formal.

In the federal popular science books, the profession of tattoo artists is divided into nine levels, with the lowest level, and the ninth level of tattoo artists represents the top honor in this field.

The latter is too far away from the lives of ordinary people. In fact, in this small town, there are not any tattoo artists above level three, at least Mo Yan has never seen or heard of it.

In the assessment of the tattoo artists association, the minimum standard for first-level tattoo artists for spiritual scale is 100. This level alone can help most ordinary people to brush down. As for the specific drawing techniques and experience, the former requires guidance from teachers, while the latter requires strong financial support. Which famous tattoo artists in the Federation are not piled up with massive materials.

As for Mo Yan, it was too far away. The goal he set for himself was to become an apprentice of a tattoo artist within three years, so that he could start making some simple first-level tattoos.

"Dongdongdongdong--"

A burst of rapid knock on the door came, and a confused look appeared on Mo Yan's face. Who else would come to find him so late?

"Brother Xiao Mo, no, Brother Long was blocked in Kujiao Alley. There was no choice but to come to you for help."

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a breathless boy standing at the door, his dark face turned slightly red, obviously running all the way. He looked back from time to time, twisting his limbs uneasy, his expression of anxiety was beyond words.

This young man's nickname is a former acquaintance Mo Yan used to be in the materials market. Brother Long, whom he mentioned, was the partner who wandered here with Mo Yan. However, later the two made different choices about the path they would take in the future, so he went to Emma Academy and became a temporary worker, while Long Er took a few young brothers on another path.

"Brother Mo, Brother Long Long said he was not allowed to come to find you. I have no choice. If Brother Long is caught by the cripple people, he will definitely interrupt Brother Long's hands and feet."

As he spoke, the black dog's tone was filled with a hint of crying. After all, he was just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. After witnessing the boss being surrounded and unable to do anything, he remembered this little brother who was said to be very capable. As for whether it could do it, he was not sure. After all, he had seen many scenes of Brother Long and Brother Xiao Mo quarrel.

Although Mo Yan was not very clear about what Brother Long did, he was quite a lot. Because of this, he resolutely chose to leave. How could ** be so easy to mess around? Those high-ranking masters would not care about the short-term garbage that would be less, so the battle in the industry like Brother Long was also quite fierce, and no one would care about someone's life. Most of the quarrels between them also originated from this.

"Let's go, why are you still standing there?" Seeing the other party still stunned and thinking about the persuasion, Mo Yan rolled his eyes in anger, grabbed the short stick behind the door and inserted it into his waist, turned around and went out, his movements were very skillful, and fighting while wandering was common. If his brothers were in trouble, he would naturally not be vague.

Looking at Brother Xiao’er's back gradually disappearing into the darkness, the dog couldn't help but ring the boss's words after drinking. He was my brother. For some reason, a warm feeling suddenly surged in his eyes. He quickly sniffed and shouted: "Brother Xiao Mo, wait for me."

"By the way, how did you come in?" If you remember correctly, the gate of this academy should have been closed long ago. Mo Yan looked at the other party with a look of surprise and said.

The dog grinned with satisfaction, pointed at his nose, and said, "Hey, look at me."

When he got closer, Mo Yan slapped his head and smiled. He had heard that there was a dog hole in the academy. No matter how the academy blocked it, it would still be penetrated the next day. It was a bit mysterious, but he had never been to it.

"Just in the alley at the corner in front, let's go, I'll take you there."

The two of them came out of the doorway and ran along the dark path not long before they soon arrived at the scene.

This is the East Street, second only to Jinjie in the city, which is commonly known as Student Street, which is located at the intersection of several colleges and universities.

Students’ money is easy to make, especially these students have such extraordinary life experiences and spend money so much that this street is extremely prosperous, which has attracted the covetousness of many gangsters.

It was already very late, but the crowds here were not reduced at all. They were shopping, hawking, crowded with people, and it was very lively.

However, these have little to do with Mo Yan and the other two, so the underground battle will naturally not be put on the surface. The consequences will be unbearable for both sides.

For example, the dirty and uninhabited alley in front of you.

"Wait, don't be anxious first, let's understand the situation around you." Mo Yan held down the dog's impulse, slowly pulled out the short stick, looked around with a little confusion, and murmured to himself, "It doesn't make sense, it shouldn't be so quiet."

In the past, two gangs fought each other, but they didn’t fight with stick blades, and they kept screaming and moaning. What happened today?

The black dog frowned as if they were connected together. He recalled with a bitter face, "When I came before, I happened to see Brother Long and his brothers retreating into the abandoned warehouse in front. Outside, there was a cripple man and a group of people. By the way, Brother Long seemed to be injured and bleeding."

"Crip" Mo Yan knew that such a person was the gangster in the surrounding area. There were more than a dozen people under his command, and the number was more than the Long Er and his gang. However, the latter had a strong cohesion and dared to fight to the death when fighting, but it was a fight of half a dozen. Today's scene was really strange.

Hei Gouer didn't know exactly what happened. He came too late when he saw that the boss was injured, and he was immediately panicked. Finally, he had no choice but to come to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan signaled the other party not to speak, and made a gesture as he did. He bent over and climbed up to the roof of a house with his hands and feet, pointed to the front and said, "Go to the point where you move, go through the roof."

"Long Er, who knows the truth quickly comes out and surrender. Our boss said that as long as you are willing to surrender with those brothers, he will be unwilling to do whatever he wants. If you miss this village, there will be no store. I will have dozens, nines, eights, so you can wait."

A thug who was originally proud was suddenly hit by a dark thing thrown in it, and his right eye socket suddenly became swollen. After throwing a harsh word, he turned his head and looked at the boss with a sad face, "Boss, they don't know how to politely, just kill them."

The cripple glanced at the younger brother with a strict IQ and negative number. His eyes clearly mean, are you the leader?

Without the support of the tattoo master, it would be different whether they could beat Long Er and his gang inside.

As for the master of the tattoo hidden on the roof, the cripple is somewhat self-aware. Others are just here to help and will not listen to his orders at all.

"Preserve the warehouse door, knock down one after another, and you can starve them to death if you starve."

"Boss is wise." A group of younger brothers around took the opportunity to flatter.

Inside the warehouse, a gentle boy sat down next to an empty wooden box, wearing a bandage on his left hand, and a trace of blood could be seen. Next to him was a slightly younger boy holding a piece of blood-stained cloth. The atmosphere in the room was very heavy.

"Brother Long, what should we do?" the young man finally couldn't help but ask. His face turned pale, his forehead was sweating, and his palms were tightly clenched and then loosened.

"It was my negligence. I didn't expect that the lame man actually found a tattoo master to help him. This battle was not unfair." The gentle boy was the famous Long Er on the road. He was a little depressed at this moment, but there was no trace of fear and frustration in his expression. He added: "That person should not be a regular tattoo master. He probably got a battle tattoo from somewhere, which made people force him to control it, otherwise I wouldn't have life, haha."

Yes, if the person outside the warehouse was really a regular tattoo artist, one person would be enough to sweep them all. Boss Long would not live until now if he got a blow. Thinking of this, the boy next to him suddenly felt light and breathed a long sigh of relief.

If you can fight with the cripple for so long, this group of people will naturally not have cowards. It was only at the beginning of the battle that they were suddenly attacked by the tattoo master and were stunned, and they were driven here like someone was driven to the ground.

"Brother Long said it right. Otherwise, the lame men would have rushed in long ago and would not let us rest here safely. Let's get a few tattoos and hit the lame men and the others." The visitor also had a colorful look on his body, and he was not as burly as a young man, but his face was full of indifferent expressions, and he grinned.

There are six people in the small group of Brother Long. Apart from the black dog who reported the news, the monkey left to take care of the boss. The remaining three people were guarding the door of the warehouse to prevent the enemy's sneak attack. The young man who made a sound was the first general under Long Er. He fought wildly and desperately refused to live. With his burly body, he had a terrifying aura and was nicknamed Crazy Bull.

"Is it from where?" A thought flashed through Long Er's mind, and his face suddenly changed.

PS: Brothers who have passed by, remember to collect and recommend it. Thank you in Guazhou
Chapter completed!