"I, Hu Hansan, no, I, Xiao Mo, am back again!"

Under the tall and majestic mountain peaks, Xiao Mo put his hands on his lips and roared at the top of his lungs.

The sound spread far away like waves, causing the mountains to rumble and echo, and the roars of different types of monsters also rose and fell.

"Aha, I didn't expect the monsters in the mountains to welcome me. I'll find time to go and say hello to them one by one."

Touching his chin, Xiao Mo had a bright smile on his face. When he returned here, he always felt that every plant and tree here felt more friendly.

It took no effort to climb to the top of the mountain. The traces of practice in the past still existed. A few diseased trees swayed feebly in the wind, as if welcoming Xiao Mo's return.

Tweet!

The moment several half-meter-sized demonic birds saw Xiao Mo, they flapped their wings quickly like exploding feathers and flew toward the sky as if fleeing for their lives, leaving only a few scattered feathers in place.

Xiao Mo's face darkened, his smile gradually disappeared, and he ran away when he saw him. Who do you think he is?

Looking at the sun in the morning, time waits for no one. There are still 29 days before he will travel to other worlds. Xiao Mo must cherish every minute and every second and strive to make himself stronger.

In this way, Xiao Mo held Long Yuan in his hand and began to tirelessly practice the storm style in the Rock Splitting Spear Code. The power of the brilliant spear seemed to be able to tear the sky apart. When the mighty wind resounded, the wind rolled up the debris and played a song.

Beautiful movement.

Time flies like running water.

On the top of the mountain, a spear pierced the silence. Xiao Mo pointed the gun at the sky. The powerful energy and blood in his body boiled, making the surface of his skin turn red. Part of the energy and blood in his body burned instantly, turning into a special airflow rushing towards Xiao Mo.

In the silent meridians.

Xiao Mo controlled his breathing rhythm slowly and moved his energy and blood to keep his body in the best condition.

This special air flow was controlled by Xiao Mo who accidentally fell into a state of enlightenment after using the Storm Style many times without success.

Although Xiao Mo didn't know what this air flow was, after experimenting, Xiao Mo was shocked to find that if this air flow was used in fighting skills, the power of the fighting skills could be greatly improved.

Because it is a product obtained by burning Qi and blood, it reminds Xiao Mo of a natal profession in a certain poisonous milk powder in his previous life, so Xiao Mo calls this special air flow "Blood Fury"!

What makes Xiao Mo regretful is that after activating the blood rage, the special air flow continues to flow as soon as it appears. Even if it is placed in the dantian, it can only delay the storage time slightly.

Xiao Mo calculated that the special airflow that appears at one time can only last for a maximum of three breaths.

In the end, Xiao Mo gradually accepted the status quo and used it as his trump card.

(Xiao Mo: Prince Hong from the Dou Qi Continent applies to fight!)

"Storm style!"

Xiao Mo shouted in his heart, Long Yuan's reverse-rotating spear blade was thrust into the ground, and a bloody light suddenly shot out from where Long Yuan was standing.

A thick aura also spread, making the area ten meters around Xiao Mo feel like being stuck in a quagmire. Even a strong person at the level of a fighting master would find it difficult to move against this heavy aura.

After the bloody flash, it magically turned into eight blood shadows holding guns, appearing in all directions surrounding Xiao Mo.

The blood shadows are very blurry and appear very illusory, and their faces cannot be seen clearly. The spears they hold in their hands are only illusory gun shadows, but they are filled with domineering and fierce aura fluctuations.

"Kill!"

As soon as the killing order came out, as Xiao Mo pulled out Long Yuan, eight gun-wielding blood shadows flashed and crossed in one breath, and the air vibrated one after another. The destructive power caused by each blood shadow was in no way greater than that of the Great Fighter.

Bad.

Xiao Mo himself did not move, quietly watching the blood shadows tearing the air apart, like a raging storm. Each blood shadow would disappear immediately after attacking once. After the intensive explosions, eight feet or so appeared on the top of the mountain.

A deep pit.

Scattered gravel fell, and the heavy aura of the realm also dissipated. Looking at the devastation everywhere, Xiao Mo grinned, and then laughed.

"After twenty-five days of practice, I have reached the pinnacle of Cloud Breaking Style, and I am not far away from perfect control."

"The storm style has also reached the level of entering the room, and the most important thing is to control the blood rage."

"Hahaha, I'm really a genius. All this is due to my persistence and hard work." Mr. Xiao is still shameless.

"Of course, there is also the contribution of the spiritual entries. There is no one who is stronger or weaker in the basic three-dimensional attribute entries. The point-adding system limits points, which may not remind me that balance is the way to go."

Name: Xiao Mo

Age:16

Current world: Fighting Continent

World shuttle: countdown (5 days)

Available points: 0

Strength:100

Physical strength: 100

Spirit:78

Skills: "Rock Split Gun Codex" - First Style - Sky Breaking Style: Reaching the Peak

The second style - storm style: entering the room

The third posture - burial and killing posture: not yet practiced

After adding the 6 points accumulated in these days to the mental entry, Xiao Mo felt a clear stream flowing through his mind, and the fatigue caused by the intense training for many days disappeared.

After calming down the increasingly dazzling Long Yuan, Xiao Mo put it into the ring. There are only 5 days left before the world travels. Xiao Mo does not plan to continue practicing in these last 5 days. He needs to completely relax his tense mentality.

Come down and face everything calmly.

……

"Child, are you leaving?"

Deep in the Xiao family's inner house, in a relatively simple hall, Xiao Zhan looked at Xiao Mo who proposed to go out for training and said.

Xiao Mo nodded, hiding the pride in his eyes, and said modestly: "Although I can barely be considered to have some strength now, the journey of cultivation will never end! Legend has it that the top powerhouses can easily move mountains, fill seas, and shatter the void. I feel the same way.

Longing for life."

Xiao Yan was also in the hall. After hearing Xiao Mo's words, Xiao Yan nodded in agreement.

Although any great fighting master in Wutan City can almost walk sideways, in the entire Jiama Empire, what does a great fighting master mean? It is just the fourth state of fighting spirit cultivation.

"Okay, neither arrogant nor impetuous, this is the nature of a genius! You are worthy of being the unicorn of my Xiao family." Xiao Zhan gave a thumbs up and praised.

Xiao Mo blinked and smiled sheepishly.

"Son, where do you plan to go to practice?" Xiao Zhan asked. If Xiao Mo doesn't have a goal in mind, he will make suggestions.

"Near Wutan City is the Warcraft Mountains. I plan to cross the Warcraft Mountains to go to the center of the empire, or to the surrounding countries to see the different customs and customs."

"It is said that in the north of the mainland, there are barbarians who are said to be extremely powerful and can merge with beast souls. There are also many alien races in the south of the mainland. I want to see them." Xiao Mo said calmly, looking at the surprised Xiao Yan and his son, he felt in his heart

This forced him to pretend again.

So cool!

"Ah, this..." Xiao Yan, who was about to reach adulthood in a few months, looked at Xiao Mo, who was a head taller than him. His perseverance, maturity and free and easy energy made him admire and envy him at the same time.

Crossing the dangerous Warcraft Mountains! This is really easy to say, you know, even a strong spirit fighter would not dare to say such a big thing.

"Teacher, I think cousin Xiao Mo is right. My current cultivation progress is too slow. If I continue like this for three years, I may not be able to defeat Nalan Yanran. I also want to practice!"

Xiao Yan pumped his fist and shouted, with a high morale on his face.

"Experience? Experience also requires a strong foundation. Why are you trying so hard with these seven levels of fighting spirit? Any fighter you meet can knock you to the ground and rub you!"

Inside the ring, Yao Lao poured cold water on him mercilessly, making Xiao Yan's face stiffen. When he thought about it carefully, it was indeed like this, and he suddenly became speechless.

"If you want to experience it, first train me to be a fighter. Then I will teach you the skills that are even more magical than the heaven-level skills. You will become a strong man in the future and can catch up with your cousin."

Next."
Chapter completed!