On Zhongzhou 6th, there are many people who practice, especially some aristocratic families that regard cultivation as extremely important. This is an important capital for whether the family can be passed on to Jizhou and Youyuan Town Oriental Family, so naturally no exception.

At the entrance of a courtyard of the Dongfang family, a handsome young man with beautiful eyes walked over with a light step. He was fifteen years old and was still a little tender, but the faint smile on the corner of his mouth was full of endless confidence. His eyes were as bright as a lonely star in the middle of the night, and he shone with strange light.

The boy had just stepped into the yard with one foot, and a very contemptuous voice sounded: "Dongfang Mo, you are so embarrassed. Every year, you lick your face and come here. You are just my third uncle's adopted son and my second brother picked up the child. Strictly speaking, you are not from our Dongfang family at all. Are you embarrassed to waste such an expensive top-grade spiritual herb every year?" As the voice fell, an equally tender figure blocked Dongfang Mo's pace.

Dongfang Mo was forced to stop, and in front of him was Dongfang Yan, who was two years younger than him.

"According to family rules, I will take this top-grade spiritual herb, so it's natural." Dongfang Mo was not scared by the momentum of Dongfang Yan in front of him. He was neither humble nor arrogant. Even the faint smile on the corner of his mouth did not diminish at all.

The most important thing for practitioners is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However, in this world, the spiritual energy is thin, so this spiritual herb seems extremely precious. This is a treasure containing dense spiritual energy.

The Dongfang family spared no effort to encourage the cultivation of juniors in the clan. Every child of the Dongfang family who was over twelve years old could get a top-grade spiritual herb on the day of their birthday until they were eighteen years old.

"How dare you talk to me like this?" Dongfang Yan raised his hand to Dongfang Mo without hesitation

Dongfang Yan can be regarded as one of the outstanding juniors in the Dongfang family. The Qihai had condensed a while ago. A month later, the martial arts test meeting of the three major sects close to Youyuan Town began. No matter which sect, it is very hopeful to pass it.

However, Dongfang Mo has been silent for four years and still has no condensed air. How could Dongfang Yan take Dongfang Mo seriously? In addition, Dongfang Mo is such an identity, which makes him wave his fist without any scruples and hit Dongfang Mo without any scruples.

According to the known levels of Zhongzhou Da 6, it is the four realms of Chu Yuan, Chu Wu, Chu Xin, and Concentration Xuan, and each realm is ninth level. When the Qi Sea condenses, it has successfully entered the path of cultivation. According to the level, it is already the third level of Chu Yuan.

Dongfang Mo is only able to absorb spiritual energy, and at most it can only be considered as the realm of the second level of the first elementary element. Moreover, this is still a threshold with a huge gap, so Dongfang Yan's palm with momentum is not something Dongfang Mo can bear.

Despite this, Dongfang Mo's face was not cowardly, and even the strength to feed her breasts was used. She flashed to the side and barely avoided Dongfang Yan's fist. Since Dongfang Yan had condensed his energy, his every move was already unusual. Seeing that Dongfang Mo actually avoided his punch, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Before Dongfang Mo could take a breath, Dongfang Yan had already roared. This time it was more sharp than the punch just now, because he brought the third level of Chu Yuan skill.

He must be unable to avoid it, but Dongfang Mo did not give up. He pushed the ground hard and leaned back.

With a "pop", Dongfang Mo fell to the ground and was heavily hit by Dongfang Yan's left leg. This was not an ordinary punch, but a punch from Dongfang Yan lifted all the spiritual energy of his dantian. Although Dongfang Mo's legs were broken and broken, it was also a piercing pain.

Dongfang Yan pretended to be relaxed and clapped his hands: "If you waited honestly, you wouldn't be beaten so hard. How many times have you never had a memory? If it hurts, just shout, "Master, I can help you up."

Dongfang Mo pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word. The expression on his face was still so tough, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Dongfang Yan.

What Dongfang Yan couldn't stand the most was Dongfang Mo's expression. A cold light flashed in his eyes: "Dongfang Mo, you are looking for death." After saying that, a dagger appeared in his hand and stabbed Dongfang Mo's dantian directly.

Dongfang Yan's crazy behavior made Dongfang Mo sweat all over his body. If the dantian was destroyed, he would never have the chance to care about the pain in his legs and rolled to the side in a mess. Dongfang Yan refused to let go and stabbed Dongfang Mo's dantian.
Chapter completed!