"Mochen, I don't know, what are you doing here?" Lao Dao kept eating noodles all the time, and his voice was a little slurred.

"The devil said, I can come here to get a weapon. Mochen said honestly.

"New here?" Lao Dao took a big sip of noodles, the spilled soup was shiny, and the ink dust was a little greedy.

"Well, I don't know what to choose. Mo Chen swallowed unconsciously.

"Hey, hey. Seeing Mo Chen's gluttony, Lao Dao grinned a mouthful of yellow teeth, he actually let go of the chopsticks directly, and threw the noodle bowl in his hand towards Mo Chen.

"Ahh

From the ink dust, the appearance of the noodle bowl is an ordinary ceramic bowl, which is painted with one of the auspicious three patterns of treasure flowers.

"How about a taste of my craft. The old man laughed heartily.

Mochen didn't hesitate, just eat.

He picked up the bowl and raised his eyebrows.

Not to mention this noodle, the feel of this noodle bowl alone is different from that of ordinary ceramic bowls.

The bowl is filled with serious three fresh lo mein, which is fragrant in the mouth, and the taste is really good.

"What kind of martial arts do you major in?Do you have any of the usual weapons among the eighteen kinds of weapons such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, etc.?" Lao Dao asked with a smile instead of the bowl.

"I'll do some punching and kicking, and I haven't touched the rest yet. Mochen also learned from the old way, and ate a big bite of lo mein, and his mouth was full of oil.

"Okay, I'll help you find it. Lao Dao put down this sentence and walked to a room alone.

Immediately after, the sound of "ping pong" came out, and after a noisy metal collision sound, Lao Dao threw something out of the room.

Mo Chen hurriedly took the bowl in one hand and caught it with the other.

When you get to your hand, it's something that is clear.

A pinch of garlic.

"Garlic can be used as a weapon?" Mochen asked loudly.

This somewhat refreshed his cognition.

He knew that there were masters who held shoes, embroidery needles, and even more chopsticks, but it was the first time he had heard of garlic.

"If you don't eat garlic, it's better to have a bowl of rice, I'm letting you eat noodles with garlic, what are you thinking. ”

Although he couldn't see Lao Dao's expression, Mo Chen also knew that he must be rolling his eyes.

But Mochen didn't care about this, skillfully broke the garlic skin, and ate it together.

As he ate, he was amazed again.

As he had seen before, the noodles seemed endless, and every time he opened a chopstick noodle, a new lo mein would float on top of the broth, and he couldn't finish it.

It's an amazing thing.

At the end of his meal, Mochen simply stopped eating noodles, picked up the noodle bowl, slowly rotated, and looked at it carefully.

"Give, take!"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted his train of thought, and he looked up to see that the pickled old man was already standing in front of him at some point.

Lao Dao held a pair of Na rings in his hand.

Mochen took it blankly, put it on his hand, and took out a fist armor from it according to the old method.

The fist armor is extremely heavy, and the length is far beyond the ordinary fist armor, after wearing, it is directly wrapped to the end of the arm, and there is a hideous dragon pattern engraved on it.

Mo Chen moved his ten fingers, the fist armor was like skin, clinging to the skin of the ten fingers, looking closely, this fist armor was dark gold, in addition to the dragon pattern, there were also many unknown black inscriptions engraved on it, coupled with the extremely tough lines and the end of the decoration like a bull's horn, it looked like a sense of power that would burst out at any time.

"It's amazing!" Mo Chen sighed involuntarily, and the bowl of three fresh lo noodles drifted back to Lao Dao's hand unconsciously.

"The old routine, dripping blood to recognize the Lord. After speaking, Lao Dao continued to eat his noodles.

"Good. Mo Chen nodded, a little excited in his heart, the plot of the blood confession that he could only see in the book before, he didn't expect it to happen to him.

He lightly bit his fingertips and squeezed hard, dripping out a drop of blood, which was instantly absorbed by the fist armor.

In an instant, the fist armor immediately bloomed with a dazzling golden light, and in Mo Chen's surprised eyes, the fist armor folded layer by layer, the length gradually decreased, and the thickness did not rise at all, and in the end, it simply turned into two bracelets and wore them on Mo Chen's wrist.

"A moves at will, and when he wants to control his fist armor, he can make his fist armor unfold with a single thought, and directly confront the enemy. Lao Dao said with a smile.

"Thank you, senior!" Mo Chen didn't know what to say, but at this time, he just had to thank him, and his heart would be conveyed.

"May I ask seniors, I look at this dragon Weng, this horn decoration, does this set of fist armor have a name?" Mo Chen's eyes lit up, he was very excited, and the words on his lips kept coming, and he came out one by one.

"Yes, of course there is!" Lao Dao's face suddenly became solemn, he turned around and pointed to the bracelet on Mo Chen's hand with chopsticks, "This set of fist armor was snatched from the mouth of the dragon clan with great difficulty, it is called the dragon armor!"

"So powerful!?"

"I made it up. ”

"I ......"

..................

Back in his courtyard, Ink Dust took out a few brand-new books from the Na Ring.

"Yan Hui Sanxuan Knife", "Broken Heart Palm", "Snake Eight Steps", "Six Yang Folding Plum Hands"......

These are all exercise cheats brought from the side courtyard, and each exercise has two books, one tells about the exercises and moves, and the other is to record the corresponding internal exercises.

Mo Chen understood the truth that he couldn't chew too much, but with the help of the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Spiritual Sacred Method, he could instantly achieve a preliminary mastery of any exercise.

Although it still takes a lot of time to accumulate and repetitive training at a deeper level, after all, with the help of the Holy Fa, he has already skipped the initial part of the practice, and if he can master some more exercises, he will undoubtedly have a better chance of winning against the enemy.

He slowly opened the secret book of exercises, refocused on his practice, and began to practice after studying the exercises thoroughly.

The preconceived idea is "Liuyang Folding Plum Hand", which belongs to fist and palm kung fu, which is the same as "Tiger Roaring and Thunder Palm Method", and there are only three ways to do it, all of which are palm techniques.

Mochen recited repeatedly, reciting carefully, and it was still the same method, firmly engraved the number of ways to fold the plum hand in his mind.

With the foundation of the "Tiger Roaring Thunder Palm Method", when deliberating on this book of folding plum hands, Mo Chen already had his own experience.

These three-way palm techniques seem to be murderous, but in essence, they are still a kind of grappling method, which is more varied and complicated.

And Mochen is now lacking this skill.

After that, you can focus on practicing this plum folding hand. Mo Chen thought in his heart, and after he memorized the "Six Yang Folding Plum Hands", he continued to look through the other basic exercise cheats.

Perhaps it is the reason why I have been practicing the Holy Dharma every day for the past few days.

The Haoyue Lord refines the spirit and opens the body, and the Burning Sun Lord forges the body and refines the body.

Mo Chen's memory at this time was much better than before, and it didn't take long for him to memorize all the content of the basic exercises.

Of course, this is limited to the part of the exercises, and the second half of the internal strength and mental methods are all set aside by him.

After repeating it all again, Mo Chen slowly got up, constantly recalling Fang Cai's exercise routines in his mind, and walked directly to the grass of the other courtyard and began to practice.

"Bang! bang!"

There were several muffled sounds in a row, and the strange flowers and plants around the ink dust were swaying wildly by the wind in a blink of an eye, and even the stones on the ground were constantly trembling.

This is the subtlety of the Sun and Moon Enlightenment Method.

As long as any exercise is changed to the route of the holy method, it can be mastered instantly, saving a lot of beginner time.

"Bang bang! Bang bang!"

The fists and feet do not stop, and the palm wind is furious.

Mochen's palm is like a knife, his steps are like madness, he simply wakes up the dragon body armor, makes a knife with his palm in his hand, dances the thirteen knives of Yan Hui, and at the same time moves his feet staggeredly, transporting the eight-grade snake step.

The upper and lower bodies are divided into two forces, one outward and the other inward, forming a sharply turning whirlpool, with him as the eye of the wind, and quickly twisting up.

"Close!

Mo Chen's movements kept moving, but his heart was bored and abnormal.

No matter what kind of exercise it is, he always feels that he is a little sluggish in mastering it.

But where the specific lag was, he couldn't tell for a while, so he could only keep waving his palms and fists, trying to find a flaw in it.

But how could the flaws be so easy for him to find, even though he made the exercises of his body to the fullest, in terms of sluggishness, there was still no breakthrough.

"You're too hesitant!"

Suddenly, a low shout came from the door of his courtyard.

Mo Chen hurriedly collected all the exercises and calmed the qi and blood in his body, and he followed the sound and saw that his heart almost jumped out.

A woman in a white dress, her head completely wrapped in a white cloth, unable to see her hair or facial features, just holding a blood-stained giant axe, stood straight at the door of his courtyard.

"Kill the seniors!" Mo Chen exclaimed in fright.

Finished.

Mo Chen was thinking about a weak senior like a murderer, but he shouted directly in his mouth to kill his senior.

He couldn't wait to slap himself a few times on the spot, and immediately covered his neck with both hands, for fear that in the next breath, his head would be cut off by an axe.

"What kill seniors?" Weak was a little puzzled, her voice was better than that of a ghost, but compared to normal people, it was still more hoarse, "Forget it, it doesn't matter." There's something wrong with your hand, or maybe there's something wrong with your momentum!"

"Momentum?" Mo Chen was stunned by the weak words, covering his neck with his hands, and he didn't understand for a while.

"With a knife, a palm, and an axe, this kind of way of opening and closing, what you want is to have a single knife to go to the meeting, and the momentum of moving forward! Without this courage, no matter how strong the road is, it is only a soft frame!" The weak voice suddenly sharpened. "If you use your palm and sword, you must break through the cauldron and imagine yourself in a desperate situation, so that you can burst out with the most powerful power and speed!"

Mo Chen's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood the problem that Weak was talking about.

"If you hesitate and can't reach it, that's the key!" said weakly.

Mochen put down his hands and stood with his eyes closed, as if he had realized something.

On the first day he arrived at the Holy Blood Guard's courtyard, he was taught a good lesson by this female ghost from the netherworld.

"If the heart hesitates, the strength cannot reach it. ”

These words were like thunder, constantly stirring in his heart.

He has always been thinking too much, so he always feels a little sluggish.

Now that I think about it, I should lack a little bit of mental momentum and a little confidence in my own strength!

Long.

Mo Chen gave a fist to the weak.

"Thank you for the weak seniors!"

"It's okay, remember what I said, you come and practice with me. "Weak came with some interest.

"Huh?" Ink Dust was startled again.

But before he could reply, the weak had already thrown the axe in his hand, raised his palms and slashed over.

......

Half a day.

The weak and weak are all left here in Mochen, unreservedly, and constantly teaching the skills of the enemy.

The Ink Dust Holy Law entered the door, and his qi and blood were vigorous, and he rested once for half a day, and he had been constantly studying and practicing in the middle.

It wasn't until late at night that the weak left Mochen's yard and picked up her blood-stained giant axe, not knowing where she went.

In this way, day after day, there was no miscellaneous matter except for cultivation, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Mo Chen could sense that his mastery of these exercises had deepened a little, but the qi and blood in his body had converged by half.

The practice of the physical realm is fourfold.

The bones are high and the flesh is full, the five organs have been formed, the spirit is self-sacrificing, and there is no shadow.

And Mochen's current cultivation has reached the standard of divine energy and self-denial, taking the heart as the house, the momentum is introverted, and the edge is not revealed.

During this time, there was one thing that made Mochen care very much, and he couldn't understand it.

It was the crazy murmur that used to ring in my ears every night, but suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Whether this was because he left Sinhu Village, or because he came to Zhongrong City, or because of some other reason, it is unknown.

"Hoo ......"

Ink dust let out a breath of turbidity, the cultivation work at dawn had been completed, and the holy law had been running in the body for several more days.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the moon that was about to disappear into the sky, and the crimson cracks became more and more dense and dense, almost covering the entire moon.

Something happened.

Mo Chen looked at the sky, one after another sword rays flew into the distance, it was the vision produced by the monk's sword when he flew.

He knew that these were the great cultivators of the Corpse Dog Realm.

Above the realm of the physical body is the realm of soul refining, and the first time you enter the soul refining is called the spiritual light, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrates the body, opening the spiritual light of the sea of knowledge, so it is called the spiritual light realm.

The monks who have reached this realm feed on the aura of heaven and earth, obey the qi and open the valley, and the number of lifespans has skyrocketed by more than 100 people.

And above the spiritual light realm, after penetrating the sea of knowledge and opening the door of the sea of knowledge, it can be called the corpse dog realm.

Only when he reaches the Corpse Dog Realm can the monk fly with his sword and travel the world.

"Hoo ......"

Taking another deep breath, Mochen stopped thinking about it.

The Corpse Dog Realm was still very far away, and too much obsession would only become a demon in his heart, causing his cultivation to stagnate.

"Jingle ......"

Suddenly, he heard a crisp bell, and Mochen got up and walked back into the house, finding that the sound came from a yellow metal clasp next to the bed.

The buckle is not big, the size of the ring, but there are many inscriptions engraved on it, and the workmanship is extremely fine.

This is called the son-mother sound ring, which is a communication tool in the courtyard, and the hall is full of dozens of strings.

Whenever there is a meeting, someone will ring some of the mother rings in the hall, so that in the corresponding room, the child rings will also make a crisp sound to remind the monks.

Mo Chen knew that it was time for his first mission, so he directly packed his bags, stuffed some necessary food into the ring in one go, and then walked quickly towards the main hall.

Passing by the weak's dwelling, he found that the tent-like cave was empty, and the blood-stained axe was not there, so he didn't know where the weakness had gone.

After galloping forward for dozens of steps, Mo Chen walked into the central hall and happened to see Elder Xiahou Yan walking towards him.

This person is a rare elder with a foreign surname among the Holy Blood Guard, usually silent, and he was also in the team that went to Sin Hu Village to bring Mo Chen away, but he has been blending in with everyone and has never seen him speak.

"It just so happened that I was going to look for you. Xiahou Yan raised the silk cloth in his hand, "You can leave immediately." ”

"Now?" Ink Dust took the silk cloth and unfolded it gently.

The content written on it made him slightly stunned.

"Go to the Wandering Realm immediately and find the Fallen Meteorite, and if you complete it within seven days, you can get a low-level magic weapon. ”

The Wandering Realm, which he had seen before, belonged to the land that floated outside the heavens and the earth, but the scale and area were very narrow.

In the books, it is described that some of the free realms are even smaller than the territory of a sect, and only one mountain exists.

These free realms are like fragments, constantly circling around the heavens and the earth, and some of the larger free realms even have living beings.

"Is there anyone else else on this mission besides me?" Mochen wondered.

"This is a joint mission, specially issued to newcomers of all veins, and our branch of the Holy Blood Guard has recently been a newcomer to you, so this time you have to go alone. Xia Houyan explained with a wry smile.

"Then everyone's task is the same?" After all, it was the first time to carry out the task, and it needed to be completed alone, and it belonged to a state of blackness, and Mochen still wanted to ask as much detail as possible.

"Yes, there is only one mission, everyone will go to the same free realm, where there are already powerful monks who have set up the teleportation circle, but your teleportation positions are very messy, you may bump into each other as soon as you land, or you may not see anyone else until the mission location. ”

"Okay, I see. This is my first time on a mission. There was a hint of interest on Mo Chen's face.

"Also, when I first went on a mission, I was a little excited. Xiahou Yan seemed to remember the past, he picked up his Na Ring and touched Mo Chen's Na Ring lightly, "There are some healing pills in it, you can take it in an emergency, remember, be careful in everything." ”

"Thank you, Elder Xiahou. Mo Chen was a little pleased, with these healing pills, it was undoubtedly an extra layer of protection for his mission this time.

Xiahou Yan shook his hand and signaled that it was okay: "Stand on the magic circle." ”

In the center of this hall was a circular teleportation circle, the same style and scale that Mo Chen had seen in the attic outside the Sin Valley.

"Remember, be careful in everything!" Xia Houyan's face was solemn, and he repeatedly admonished.

"I see. Mo Chen raised his hand and stepped into the magic circle, and in an instant, the surrounding metal array began to rub and rotate, blooming with a dazzling white brilliance.

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Jump!"

Bang.

The white light exploded, turning into countless points of light and slowly fading and disappearing.