Mo Tian walked up to the palace master and looked down at him from a high position.
"It's you?" The palace master finally remembered: "Didn't you go to the trial? How could you come back?"
"Do you think those rubbish from the Mo family really hurt me?" Mo Tian smiled: "On the other hand, Palace Master, when you looked down at me two months ago, did you ever think about today."
The palace master's heart was filled with turmoil. In just two months, Mo Tian had actually reached this stage. This was terrible.
With a cold snort, the Palace Master said: "It doesn't matter if you are strong. There are not a thousand but also eight hundred people in the Jin Family Palace who want to kill you. As long as I give my order, you will not be able to fly."
If it were in the past, the palace master would really be afraid of Mo Tian.
After all, at that time, his cultivation level was considered to be the highest in the Gold Element House.
But it's different now. There are many fifth-level warriors. As long as he charges Mo Tian with a crime, many knights will probably kill him.
The palace master's words suddenly made Mo Tian burst into laughter.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at your ignorance." Mo Tian said indifferently: "Do you think you can leave here alive?"
The master of the palace was stunned for a moment, and then said with a sarcastic face: "The entire metal system palace is covered by the optical brain. If you dare to kill me, you will definitely not be able to escape the optical brain detection. By then, not only you will die, but everyone who has anything to do with you will die.
Everyone is going to die."
Mo Tian was furious, he hated others using this to threaten him.
"You destroyed the optical brain here, didn't you just come to kill me?" Mo Tian sneered: "If you plan to kill people here, you must be fully prepared."
The palace master's face changed drastically.
Seeing this expression, Mo Tian smiled in vain: "Since you are not afraid of leaks even if you kill people here, why should I still be afraid?"
He punched the palace lord in the face with such force that his head exploded like a watermelon.
Mo Tian put away his backpack, took out some medicine and sprinkled it on the body.
After an hour or three, the body evaporated, as if it had never appeared.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Facing a fifth-level warrior, Mo Tian was still a little stressed.
If it weren't for the fact that the Palace Master had just broken through to level five and was seriously injured by Yu Linglong, and has only just recovered from his injuries, he would never have been able to succeed so quickly.
Even if you have the strength to kill the opponent, you can't solve it so quickly, and if time drags on for a long time, something may change.
Sure enough, soon after, the chaotic optical brain returned to normal.
After Xia Yun was placed, Mo Tian sat cross-legged on one side and held the palace master's backpack in his hand.
The backpack is not big, but it is empty. Apart from a few documents, some clothes, and a few good weapons, there is nothing else.
This made Mo Tian feel very sad. The master of the palace was actually so poor.
"Hey, this is it?" Mo Tian pulled out a book. The book was not thick and it was a manuscript.
"The Seven Sticks of Moving".
Looking at the title of the book, Mo Tian couldn't help but feel happy. He immediately remembered the stick technique used by the Palace Master just now. Its power was indeed extraordinary.
This book records seven stick skills. The first move is the earth-moving stick just used by the palace master. However, the power used by the palace master is only entry-level.
Mo Tian took the book and went to a spacious room. He used the palace master's long stick and began to practice slowly.
It was okay at first. Since I had just started practicing and was slowly exploring, the long stick could still withstand the force of his swing.
But when Mo Tian understood some truth and unleashed his strength, there was only a click of the spear, and cracks appeared, unable to withstand his power at all.
Mo Tian was dumbfounded, is his power so strong?
Even the best and ordinary weapons cannot withstand it, so it seems that the only option is to find blood-patterned weapons.
But even if the Gold House is very prosperous, it is still difficult to buy blood-patterned weapons, let alone stick-type blood-patterned weapons.
Looking at the long stick in his hand, Mo Tian's eyes lit up. Since it was almost useless and he was a half-assed blood pattern master, he would try to carve some blood patterns into it.
He did it as soon as he thought of it, and Mo Tian quickly took out the engraving needle and the engraving mirror.
The material of the long stick was no less than that of the blood-marked weapon, and Mo Tian was not worried that it would not be able to withstand the markings.
The engraving needle is used to engrave on the human body and cannot be used on materials.
This put Mo Tian in a dilemma. Although the grained mirror recorded the texture of the weapon engraved on it, it was impossible to carve the pattern without a burning tool.
Mo Tian felt bitter, then his eyes lit up.
Since the long stick has a long crack, isn't it a ready-made pattern? Next, just inject blood patterns.
Thinking of this, Mo Tian used a large amount of blood energy to wrap up the long stick, and the long stick turned red all over with the steaming blood.
This lasted for two hours, Mo Tian was sweating profusely, and Chang Guang finally became familiar with his blood essence.
He hurriedly took out the blood stains in his Dantian, and the blood lines on it suddenly poured into the long stick like a tidal wave.
Mo Tian quickly changed his gestures, and the blood lines moved in an orderly manner as if he had heard the order.
I don't know how long it lasted, but Mo Tian could no longer hold on and was panting, but the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.
At least, he has done everything he needs to do, and everything depends on the outcome.
Taking out the blood essence, Mo Tian practiced cross-legged.
After a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
When he opened his eyes, the long stick lay quietly on the side.
Mo Tian grabbed it, his face immediately filled with bitterness. He had used the blood pattern weapon before and was quite familiar with it.
But the long stick can't give that feeling.
Engraving failed.
He readily accepted this fact and was still very satisfied.
Although it is not engraved into a real blood-patterned weapon, at least it is not a semi-finished product.
Not only the cracks in the long stick were repaired, but the materials were also fused.
In this way, the power is naturally improved a lot.
Mo Tian waved the long stick and nodded with satisfaction. It might not be able to withstand all his power for a long time, but it shouldn't be a big problem in a short time.
I don't know how much time passed, but Mo Tian pushed the door open and saw Xia Yun sitting at the table, reviewing something.
Next to her, there were three stoves. The flames were very soft. Three silver iron pots were lying calmly on the stoves, and the faint sound of beeping could be heard.
Xia Yun suddenly raised her head: "Master, you're awake, come and have something to eat." She stood up quickly, turned off the fire skillfully, and hurriedly opened the lid of the pot.
The iron pot was made of special material and the temperature was not very high. Xia Yun took it away without any effort, but the heat wave came rolling in.
This is not a simple one hundred degrees. If it is burned, it will be very painful for ordinary Xia Yun.
Xia Yun's face was startled, and suddenly her face was full of pain, but she didn't say anything, and instead served the food with a smile.
This is soup, and it is also a blood feast. It has obviously been cooked for a long time, and the warm aroma instantly enveloped the entire room.
Mo Tian stepped forward. Although Xia Yun tried his best to cover up the fact that Hong Bubu was injured, he could not escape Mo Tian's eyes.
"I am not your master." Mo Tian said calmly.
Xia Yun's face changed and turned pale in an instant. He knelt down and bit his lip tightly and said, "Master, please don't abandon me."