"Peng!" punched the ancient pine tree beside him, red blood trickled down his fingers, Mo Zhiyao's expression was blank, but the pain flowing in his eyes revealed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

The gust of wind blew, lifting against the tree, and the cuff of the left arm, revealing a somewhat pale arm. Mo Zhiyao's gaze fell on his arm, and the pain in his eyes was even more intense.

Mo Zhiyao felt that he was so out of place with the whole world, that he couldn't fit in with it at all, or that he was abandoned by this world.

"Why?" Mo Zhiyao was like a wounded beast, licking his wounds alone in no one's place. "Why can't you condense human lines?"

Except for the rumors of hunting, no one answered Mo Zhiyao's question.

"Haha, five human patterns, even among the whole clan, Lao Tzu is enough to rank in the top ten!"

The sudden sound of speaking in the distance made Mo Zhiyao's expression quickly rise and become blank again. The left arm against the tree was also lowered, and the sleeve of the coat hung down, covering the bare arm.

Following the prestige, a group of teenagers around twelve or thirteen years old walked in the distance, and the person who spoke was a burly young man with a horizontal face who was surrounded by him.

"Brother Mo Heng can condense five human patterns, even compared to the first day of our Mo family, Mo Haoming, it is only two pieces behind. If you want me to say, it's not a problem to be in the top five. A young man with a round figure and a baby face said with a flattering smile.

"That's it, that's it! Brother Mo Heng's father is one of the twelve elders, how can his qualifications be poor?" another young man like a bamboo pole echoed.

"Brother Mo Heng's qualifications are good, that's not to say, but the elder's son? hehe, not necessarily. Isn't the first waste wood in our clan also the son of an elder?" the baby-faced young man Mo Hang pursed his lips, his tone full of disdain.

"Mo Zhiyao, that waste, how can he compare with our big brother Mo Heng, twelve years old, he can't even condense a human pattern. Besides, his elder's father has been dead for more than a year. If his father hadn't been protecting him before, he would have been expelled from the clan a long time ago. The bamboo-like Mo Yang looked equally contemptuous.

Surrounded by everyone in the center, Mo Heng, like the stars holding the moon, had a smug look on his face, and inadvertently glanced at it, first stunned, and then a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Yo, isn't this our Mo family's first waste firewood, Mo Zhiyao Mo Young Master?" Mo Heng stopped, clasped his hands to his chest, and made no secret of his provocation. And the people on his side also stopped, looking at Mo Zhiyuan in front of him with sarcastic eyes.

Mo Heng's father, Mo Lang, is one of the newly promoted twelve elders of the clan, and it is Mo Zhiyao's father Mo Cang's position that replaces him. Many years ago, Mo Lang and Mo Cang competed for the position of elder, but Mo Cang won, and the relationship between the two families was very stiff, and even the juniors with the two were hostile to each other.

It's just that when Mo Cang was alive before, Mo Heng was still somewhat restrained, but now that Mo Cang is dead, and Mo Lang has ascended to the throne of the elder again, Mo Heng has begun to be unscrupulous.

Mo Zhiyao's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if he had not heard it, and walked straight next to Mo Heng's group of people, without even giving Mo Heng a look.

Mo Zhiyao's ignorance made Mo Heng nameless angry, snorted coldly, and his disdainful voice became a little louder, even more vicious: "Waste! It's all waste like your dead ghost father!"

Mo Zhiyao's steps abruptly stopped, turned his head and turned around, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, his eyes looked at Mo Heng like a hungry wolf, his cold voice seemed to be able to freeze the air, and he said word by word: "Who do you say is waste?"

Mo Zhiyao can tolerate others insulting him, but he can never tolerate someone insulting his father. Mo Heng touched his bottom limit, and finally provoked Mo Zhiyao's backlash.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao's fierce eyes, Mo Heng subconsciously took a step back. The previous sentence was also blurted out, and after finishing it, Mo Heng also regretted it a little in his heart. After all, Mo Cang was also one of the elders before his death, and he died for the clan, if Mo Heng's words fell into the ears of the elders of the clan, I am afraid that he would at least be reprimanded.

However, Mo Zhiyao, who had always been despised by himself, shouted back, Mo Heng suddenly felt that his face was gloomy, and he lost face in front of everyone, which aroused the ferocity in his heart, and when he threw away the trace of remorse in his heart, he roared angrily: "Lao Tzu said that you are a waste, and your father is also a waste!"

"Ah!" A roar, all the depression in Mo Zhiyao's heart was completely ignited by Mo Heng at this moment, like an erupting volcano, uncontrollable. The thin body, like a moth to a fire, suddenly rushed towards Mo Heng, who was twice as big as himself.

"Look for death!" Mo Zhiyao, who had always scolded and refused to return the favor, actually resisted in public, which made Mo Heng even more angry, and a punch burst out, with the sound of breaking wind, and smashed it on Mo Zhiyao's chest.

Mo Heng is thirteen years old this year, and he has condensed five human patterns, not even a single human pattern, how can Mo Zhiyao, who is one year younger than him, be an opponent?

The whirling body flew upside down like a cannonball, falling into the dust. "Poof!" A puddle of blood spurted out wildly, and Mo Zhiyao only felt that his chest was like a fire, and his eyes were black.

"Step!" One foot stepped on Mo Zhiyao's face, Mo Heng said with a cruel smile: "According to the clan rules, anyone who can't condense human patterns before the age of thirteen, no matter what his identity, must be expelled from the clan." There is still one year, and you will be on the streets, so cherish this last time. ”

"Also, if you are expelled from the clan, you will never have a chance to kowtow to your dead ghost father!" Lowering his head, Mo Heng approached Mo Zhiyao, and the smile on his face looked extremely cruel.

Expelled from the clan, it is equivalent to breaking off with the Mo family, and he is no longer a member of the Mo family, so Mo Zhiyao is naturally not qualified to enter the Mo family ancestral hall and worship his father Mo Cang.

With the muddy soles of his shoes, he crushed Mo Zhiyao's face twice, Mo Heng turned around, raised an unbridled wild laugh, and left with a group of teenagers...... Getting up from the ground with difficulty, Mo Zhiyao wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, wiped a handful of sand and mud on his face, and staggered towards his residence.

This is the back mountain of the family, since the death of his father Mo Cang, Mo Zhiyao moved out of the previous inner courtyard, built a thatched house in the back mountain, and lived alone.

Although no one drove him out, Mo Zhiyao had already seen a lot from the attitude of his subordinates. At a young age, he has already tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection.

The nails were deeply cut into the palms, and the blood dripping between the fingers fell to the ground drop by drop, looking so dazzling.

The scattered hair in front of "Daddy......" covered the monstrous hatred in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and his thin figure looked so lonely and lonely under the oblique light of the setting sun.

The stars and the moon, the night breeze is light, and the chill of midnight in late autumn is endless, just like Mo Zhiyao's state of mind at the moment.

Mo Zhiyao sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the cold wind blow his hair flying, and his clothes hunting.

From the age of five, Mo Zhiyao, like other children in the clan, began to practice the basic method.

Seven years have not been interrupted, so that Mo Zhiyao's body is extremely full of spiritual power, but I don't know why, it is impossible to condense human lines.

Cultivating the truth twelve, the first to gather qi, the second to turn the spirit, and the third to accept the yuan.

It starts with one and ends with nine. Before each realm, a maximum of nine human patterns can be condensed, but at least one must be condensed before it can be promoted.

Condense a human pattern, and you can be promoted to the Qi Gathering Realm. But after the promotion, it is no longer reversible. After that, the condensed human pattern can only be used to promote to the next level, and turn to the spiritual realm.

The difference in strength between the promotion of one human pattern and the promotion of nine human patterns is completely different. Therefore, everyone is working hard to improve, even if there is an extra human pattern, the combat power after promotion is very different.

But everyone's qualifications are different, and some people can only condense one human pattern at most, which is already the limit, and if they are not promoted, they will not be able to condense the second human pattern.

On the first day of the Mo family, Mo Haoming condensed seven human patterns before he was promoted to the Qi Gathering Realm. Now that the five realms have been condensed, it seems that it is not the limit, so it has not been promoted to the spiritual realm.

Every time you are promoted to a realm, you can get a chance to re-condense the human pattern, and at least you can condense one out. However, if there are too few human patterns condensed in each realm, the realm that can be improved is also limited, and it cannot be further improved. There is no other reason, the foundation is too poor.

Mo Zhiyao is an alternative, and he can't even condense a human pattern. Back then, Mo Cang invited all the elders in the clan, and even the patriarch took action in person, but he couldn't find out what the reason was.

If he couldn't absorb the aura, Mo Cang would give up. However, Mo Zhiyao can absorb aura like ordinary people, and it can be stored in the dantian, but it can't condense human lines.

In the past few years, Mo Cang has been looking for famous doctors, but unfortunately after seeing it, he is helpless and unable to solve it, until now.

"Far away. A kind voice sounded, and an old man in green clothes appeared behind Mo Zhiyao at some point.

"Elder Xuanyu. Mo Zhiyao hurriedly got up and looked at the kind old man opposite, with a trace of warmth in his heart. Since the death of his father Mo Cang, the only one in the clan who has treated him as always is this Xuanyu Elder. After Mo Zhiyao moved to the back mountain, Elder Xuanyu came here to visit him from time to time.

"The wound on your face?" Seeing the blood marks on Mo Zhiyao's face, Elder Xuanyu's face changed. "Mo Heng did it again?"

Mo Zhiyao smiled bitterly without saying anything. Although Elder Xuanyu is also one of the twelve elders of the clan, he is peaceful and does not like to compete for power and profit. Mo Zhiyao didn't want to provoke Elder Xuanyu and the Twelfth Elder, who was also the Twelfth Elder, because of his own affairs, and it was also a contradiction between Mo Heng's father, Mo Lang.

"Hmph, this Mo Heng is getting more and more unpleasant!" Elder Xuanyu's face became ugly. "If it weren't for your father's death, how would it be Mo Lang's turn to sit on the position of elder?"

As soon as the words came out, Elder Xuan Yu saw Mo Zhiyao's eyes that instantly dimmed, and knew that he had lost his words, so he hurriedly changed the topic.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. and see what progress is made today. Elder Xuanyu took a step forward, took Mo Zhiyao's left hand, held Mo Zhiyao's wrist, and a trace of pure spiritual power crossed in, guiding Mo Zhiyao's spiritual power stored in the dantian.

"Don't give up, there must be hope. Elder Xuan Yu whispered gently, with a look of encouragement in his eyes, but he still couldn't stop the pity.

Mo Zhiyao nodded, all these years, Elder Xuanyu has been helping him, but unfortunately, he is not angry.

Feeling the aura entering the body, Mo Zhiyao closed his eyes, calmed down, and let the aura in the dantian begin to travel all over the body with the guidance of Elder Xuanyu, and finally returned to his left arm.

A mysterious pattern that shimmered with a faint silver glow gradually appeared on Mo Zhiyao's left arm. The light gradually intensified, and the pattern became clear.

"Yes, that's it, relax, and put your spiritual power into it steadily. Elder Xuanyu's face also flashed with a hint of nervousness, but his mouth said slowly.

Mo Zhiyao even became inaudible in his breathing, and carefully input the spiritual energy in his body into the pattern on his left arm at a constant speed, not daring to be careless.

The silver pattern became brighter and brighter, and became clearer, and as the pulse on Mo Zhiyao's arm jumped regularly, he saw that a complete and gorgeous pattern was about to be completely formed.

"Smack!" A crisp voice like broken glass sounded, and the pattern turned into a ball of fluorescence, scattered around like fireworks, and Mo Zhiyao's heart also sank to the bottom. And Elder Xuanyu was also disappointed, but when he saw Mo Zhiyao, who was obviously depressed, he still reluctantly smiled and said softly: "Don't be discouraged, this time is much better than last time, only a little bit will be successful, go back and practice more, and try again in some time." ”

The bitterness on Mo Zhiyao's face was revealed, and he nodded indispensably, stroked his cuffs, and covered his arms.

Elder Xuanyu sighed in his heart, comforted Mo Zhiyao a few more words, and then turned to leave.

"Ahh Elder Xuanyu, who walked to the foot of the mountain, paused, and the pity in his eyes became stronger.

"Why? Why can't I condense human lines!" Mo Zhiyao's face was distorted, there was deep unwillingness in his eyes, and his hands were squeezed into the dirt on the ground. "There is another year, even if it is just a human pattern, I just want to be able to worship my father, can't I ask for this?"

Half an hour later, Mo Zhiyao, whose mood gradually calmed down, stood up with one hand on the ground, ready to return to his hut.

Turning around, Mo Zhiyao's pupils suddenly shrank, and a huge figure that could be called a huge figure appeared behind him at some point. Twelve-year-old Mo Zhiyao is barely as tall as the other party's knees.

Although this is the back mountain, after all, it is also within the scope of the Mo family, this person can appear here without alarming anyone, even the talented Elder Xuanyu didn't notice it, how could Mo Zhiyao not be afraid?

The bright moon in the sky was covered by a huge figure, and Mo Zhiyao could only see a pair of blood-red eyes that made the other party's heart tremble.

"Since you and I are both so desperate, let's give each other one last chance!" a low voice that seemed to shake the soul sounded in his mind, and then a huge palm grabbed Mo Zhiyao's thin body, and the huge figure melted into the night.