Bang!

Zhao Yong roared violently, the scar on his face was bloodshot, hideously twisted, the muscles of his arms bulged like a dragon, and suddenly he threw two punches, the fist wind whistled, and there was a faint sound of thunderbolt in the air, which hit Uncle Le like lightning.

Uncle Le was caught off guard, so he could only helplessly raise his palms to greet him, his fists collided, and the strong wind overflowed, he only felt that his palms were paralyzed, and he was shocked out more than ten meters away.

"Thunderbolt Fist!" Uncle Le's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise.

From these two punches, Uncle Le recognized that this was Thunderbolt Fist, a mortal-level mid-level martial art.

In the Burning Town, the martial arts above the intermediate level, as well as the higher-level spirit-level martial arts, can only be accessed by the core disciples of the three major families.

Moreover, the true qi cultivation in Zhao Yong's fist strength has reached the realm of the second stage of the samurai.

You must know that the standard of the Qin family's outer courtyard guards is no stronger than the fifth stage of martial disciples, once this strength is exceeded, they can become the Qin family's inner courtyard guards and enjoy better treatment in the clan.

Among the inner courtyard guards, the strongest is only the martial apprentice nine sections, if they can break through and reach the warrior realm, they can become the Qin family's senior inner court guards and deacons, and they are valued by the family.

The cultivation of the second stage of the samurai is almost the same as that of Uncle Le.

With such strength, but he is willing to be an outer courtyard guard, Uncle Le has already concluded that the murderer who attacked and assassinated Qin Mo must be Zhao Yong.

"Zhao Yong, you are plotting against Young Master Mo, and you will be caught quickly, and the family will consider taking it lightly. Uncle Le shouted.

"Hahaha...... Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

Zhao Yong laughed wildly, roared violently, the muscles of his whole body bulged, and there was a hidden true qi flowing on the surface of his body, and Huo Ran threw dozens of punches in all directions.

Suddenly, the fists in the air were full of shadows, like thunderbolts, and the guards in the outer courtyard who were present couldn't bear it at all, and they were punched one after another, snorting and retreating backwards. Uncle Le was bombarded with four punches and retreated several meters.

For a while, in the center of everyone, a clearing appeared, and only Zhao Yong and Qin Mo were standing there.

"Qin Mo, you can just be captured obediently and be my hostage. ”

Zhao Yong grabbed it with one hand, and the speed was extremely fast, and his palm seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, grabbing towards Qin Mo.

Uncle Le's face changed drastically, he didn't expect Zhao Yong to actually cultivate another mortal-level mid-level martial art.

Qin Mo only felt that half of his body was shrouded in this grasp, his eyes were slightly cold, but he was not flustered. The opponent is a samurai second-stage cultivator, and this grasp is a mortal-level mid-level martial art, with Qin Mo's current strength, if he wants to avoid it, he can't do it at all.

"Break the face with a point!"

With a movement of his arms, when the strong wind approached his body, Qin Mo alternately threw seven punches, each punch was impartial, and accurately hit a point in Zhao Yong's palm. Seven fists stacked on top of each other, breaking this clavicle claw alive.

Bang Bang Bang ......

A crisp sound came out, and everyone present only saw that Zhao Yong's body trembled slightly, and he missed a grab, while Qin Mo swung out seven punches, took seven steps back, and opened the distance.

Qin Mo stabilized his body and secretly thought: "Although there is a line between the martial apprentice and the samurai, there is a huge difference. Fortunately, the first layer of the Fighting Holy Body was opened, purely in terms of ** strength, comparable to a warrior level martial artist, and it was only between the seven fists that it was resolved by breaking the surface. ”

Moreover, he also felt that the true qi in his body possessed a strange power, which could greatly increase the power of martial arts.

"How is this possible?" Zhao Yong's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Zhao Huwei, it seems that you are just a little tricky, no wonder you plotted against me in the North Cliff and let me survive safely. Qin Mo said lightly.

This sentence fell on Zhao Yong's ears, like a fuse, making his eyes immediately bloodshot, and he roared wildly: "That's just your kid's luck, you Qin family's most unpromising waste, you haven't been able to break through in eight years, look at me to abolish you." ”

The body swelled violently, Zhao Yong rushed out, grabbed out with both hands left and right, and his ten fingers stretched out and trembled, like a whip of bondage, attacking Qin Mo from both sides.

This time, the speed of the clavicle claw was twice as fast as just now, showing that Zhao Yong was attacking with all his strength, and Qin Mo was not allowed to escape again.

All around, the expressions of everyone present changed greatly, who would have thought that Zhao Yong's strength was so powerful, so that they had no room to interfere.

"Young Master Mo, it's dangerous!" Uncle Le's expression changed suddenly, all this happened too fast, he was more than ten meters away from Qin Mo, and it was too late to rescue.

Call......

Qin Mo took a deep breath, knowing this situation, he could only rely on himself, his ears trembled, and his hearing spread like a tide.

In front of and behind him, every move of everyone present appeared in his mind, and Qin Mo even saw that eight meters behind him, Deacon Rong's eyes were as cold as a snake, staring at his back, and that position could be rescued in time.

Immediately after, everyone's movements slowed down, and the speed of Zhao Yong's palms also changed from fast to ordinary, and the trajectory of movement could be clearly seen.

Hearing is like seeing, there is such a wonderful use!

"Rain and rocks!"

Qin Mo took a step forward, and his fists were punched out at the same time, and what he performed was the last move of the basic boxing technique, which slammed straight into Zhao Yong's palms.

Bang!

The strength of the clavicle claw invaded his body, Qin Mo's body trembled violently, and there was a "creaking" friction sound coming from the arm bones, with his current true qi cultivation, he could only unlock sixty percent of the power of the bone claw.

"Caught you, haha!" Zhao Yong laughed wildly, and suddenly pinched Qin Mo's fists.

"Not necessarily!"

Qin Mo's face was expressionless, like a sculpture, in an instant, the true qi in his body was activated, and the remaining forty percent of the power of the clavicle claw was directed to a certain place in his body.

Break through!

Click, click......

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in Qin Mo's body, as if it was the sound of an eggshell cracking, and at the same time, a light wind poured out from him.

"The air is like the wind!The realm of the warrior!?" Uncle Le exclaimed, no matter how difficult it was to keep calm, there was ecstasy on his face, the ninth stage of the stagnant martial artist had been eight years, and Qin Mo had actually broken through at this moment?

Not far away, Deacon Rong's face changed drastically, his eyes narrowed, and he swept over the fierce color of a poisonous snake.

"Did you break through?"

Feeling the abundant true qi gushing out of his body, Qin Mo's arms shook, and he did not break free of the restraints, but injected the true qi into his sleeves, and the cuffs were holes, suddenly wrapping Zhao Yong's palms and pulling them violently.

For a while, the wide sleeves seemed to have become a spring, and Qin Mo jumped up, and his right foot kicked Zhao Yong's face like lightning.

Bang!

Zhao Yong's face was splashed with blood, and on the side of his cheek, a long wound appeared, which happened to be opposite to the original scar.

"You stinky boy......"

Roaring madly, Zhao Yong's face was distorted, looking crazy, but in fact, his eyes were full of fear, at this moment, he seemed to see that eight years ago, a young boy reached the ninth rank of martial apprentices, and defeated more than a dozen guards in the outer courtyard of the Qin family, and he Zhao Yong was one of them at that time.

Boom!

Suddenly, Zhao Yong's arms trembled, and with all his strength shattered the sleeves that bound his palms, he jumped up, rushed out of the crowd, and fled towards the depths of the woods.

"You, a traitor to the Qin family, have done such a rebellious thing, and you still want to leave!?"

At this moment, a figure in the crowd swept up like a goshawk, and quickly slapped two palms in mid-air, only to see two palm prints burst out of the air, and the latter came first, flashing in the night.

Immediately after, I saw Zhao Yong, who was fleeing, screaming miserably, and his body flew forward more than ten meters, and fell to the ground without a sound.

In a moment, the Qin family's guards brought Zhao Yong back, he had two blood-colored palm prints on his back, his whole body was cold, and he was completely lifeless.

"Deacon Rong, this person is plotting against Young Master Mo, with ill intentions, there may be accomplices in the clan, what do you mean by killing them with all your might?"

"Oh, thinking of what this traitor did, I almost buried Young Master Mo at the foot of Wanren Mountain, I was angry for a while, I was dizzy, I didn't hold my strength, and I asked Young Master Mo to punish him. Deacon Rong bowed repeatedly, and his kind face was full of chagrin.

Uncle Le just sneered and was silent.

Looking at Zhao Yong's corpse, Qin Mo thought that when he was 18 years old in his previous life, Zhao Yong took out the gray treasure bag after getting drunk once, revealing the whereabouts of this jade pendant. Only then did Qin Mo understand who the real culprit was who was plotting against him, and only then did he understand that the reason why Zhao Yong was plotting against him was a vicious conspiracy by the elder family against his grandfather Qin Zhengxing. Unfortunately, by that time the grandfather had passed away, and it was already too late.

"Uncle Le, Deacon Rong is loyal to our Qin family, and in his anger, he can't control the severity of his shot, how can you blame him. ”

Qin Mo smiled and said, "Since I have returned safely, my mother's relics have also been recovered, and I have broken through the realm that has been stagnant for a long time, so why bother to pursue other things." ”

"Yes, Young Master Mo. ”

"Young Master Mo is really magnanimous. ”

Uncle Le and Deacon Rong responded at the same time, and they all saluted respectfully.

Zizizi......

The torches were beating, and from time to time sparks splashed, the mood of the Qin family's guards present was completely different from when they came, looking at the young man in the brown robe, they knew that 8 years ago, the genius of the Qin family had returned.

It's just that after a gap of eight years, can Qin Mo still catch up with the footsteps of geniuses of the same age?

"Let's go, don't delay. ”

Taking the treasure bag in Deacon Le's hand, Qin Mo hung the jade pendant around his neck again, and said, "After three days in the wilderness, I still want to go back early, take a hot bath, and change into clean clothes." ”

Looking at Qin Mo taking the treasure bag into his arms, Deacon Rong next to him had a trace of imperceptible pain in his eyes.

At this time, Qin Mo suddenly turned his head, glanced at Deacon Rong deeply, and said, "Deacon Rong, please take the first step and go home to report to Grandpa that he is safe, so as not to worry about his old man." ”

"It should be, it should be. Deacon Rong replied in a loud voice, turned around and left first.

Running into the woods, running on the mountain path, the cold mountain wind blew in his face, Deacon Rong suddenly had a spirit, stopped, and found that his back was cold, and he didn't know when he was full of cold sweat.

Thinking of leaving, the young man looked at him, and Deacon Rong felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, which was even stronger than the pressure of meeting the elders of the clan.

"I must have searched the mountains all night and had a delusion. We must quickly report these things to the Great Elder and Deputy Patriarch. ”

Thinking of this, Deacon Rong did not stop for a moment, and used all his strength to sweep towards the burning town.