Chapter 188 Trouble coming to the door (seventh more)
Mo Tian had most of the maps of the first class of the outer sect. The direction the fat boy was heading was not in the restricted area designated by the academy, which made him extremely reassured.
Soon they came to a separate courtyard, where the fat boy lived.
The scenery here is quite good, and it is extremely quiet. Not far away, there is a blood plant garden that has been repaired for a long time, and there are several blood plants in it.
"I just moved here not long ago. The house has just been renovated. As long as you dare to live in it, you can live in it as you wish."
Although they are in the same class, one class lasts for five years, and students in the fifth grade of the first class enter the second class.
After they leave, the territory will naturally be occupied by a class of fourth-year students.
The territory of a four-year student is occupied by the next student, and so on.
However, the environment here is very good, and there is a special smell in the air, which makes the blood in the body more gentle and makes cultivation easier.
After the fat boy finished speaking, he ignored Mo Tian and kept a few good rooms while he went into the bad rooms to recuperate.
Such knowledge made Mo Tian very satisfied. He chose the best room and filed in.
Although small-scale fighting is allowed here, no one is allowed to disturb as long as they enter the room.
The room is not small, covering over a hundred square meters, with all kinds of furniture neatly arranged, and there is also a place for practice.
As long as you don't practice weapons, this place is enough for training.
After a busy day, Mo Tian took a long hot bath.
At this stage, he no longer needs to take a shower, but many warriors still like this feeling, and Mo Tian is not surprised.
After relaxing his mind and taking a shower, Mo Tian lay down comfortably and fell into a deep sleep.
At this moment, the outside world was already in an uproar.
There are five ages in a class. Although people in the same grade are not required to live together, people in the same grade will live together by chance, which is a way of staying together to keep warm.
They may not dare to provoke first-year students, but no matter how talented they are, they would not dare to enter their place alone.
Not long ago, news spread quickly that a young man who had just entered the outer sect for a day was aggressively trying to occupy the residence of a third-year student.
This quickly aroused public outrage.
If students in the same grade compete with each other, it doesn't matter how they fight.
But for a junior to do this is tantamount to humiliating them.
All of a sudden, many people rushed out with righteous indignation, intending to cut Mo Tian into pieces.
Soon after, many people came to the fat boy's residence.
These people are considered to be the leaders of the third grade. Their strength is either on par with or higher than the fat boy.
One of them, a skinny boy, stood at the forefront. He was the strongest in the third grade.
It is said that he has reached the top 200 on the Green Onion Ranking, and he is a master among the outer sect.
"What the hell are you doing, fat guy? It's embarrassing to lose to a new student. He is ranked one thousand on the Green List after all." The skinny young man looked unhappy: "If it weren't for this new talent's first day here, he wouldn't have finished one.
Yue cannot enter the green list, otherwise his ranking on the green list will be replaced, and we, the third graders, will be embarrassed."
"Zheng Tong, that Mo Tian is not that strong. The three of us were defeated together." The two teenagers who had teamed up with the fat boy explained helplessly.
"Hmph, a bunch of useless things, they only know how to make others' ambitions destroy their own prestige." Zheng Tong said coldly: "Look at how I deal with that kid who doesn't know the heights of the world. He is only a fourth-level man, but he still rebels against heaven."
Zheng Tong looked like he hated iron, but he was the top player in the third grade, so no one dared to say anything.
In the early morning of the next day, Mo Tian got up lazily. The rare good sleep made him feel refreshed.
Especially the breath in the air was more helpful for sleep, and he returned to his peak state.
However, he did not leave the room. He sat cross-legged and his consciousness entered his body and condensed on the leaves of the blood evil grass.
This leaf has absorbed all the bloodstains and wounds in his body, making it shine more and more brightly.
The blood evil grass was particularly helpful in resolving scars, but Mo Tian could not resolve the scars in a short period of time.
But this leaf cannot remain in the body forever, and it will lose its effect soon, before he can gather the resources to enter the fifth level.
It will be wasted if not used anymore.
Since you have bloodstains and blood evil grass, why not try to smelt blood patterns on the bloodstains.
Mo Tian's face was full of contemplation. There were bloodstains in his body, and they were complete bloodstains of a sixth-level warrior, but most of his abilities had been lost.
Mo Tian studied for many days and found that there were forty-eight blood lines on this bloodstain.
In other words, if the owner of this bloodstain can practice to the eighth level, his bloodstain can accommodate at least ninety-six bloodstains.
According to Mo Tian's knowledge, blood streaks can be transformed into scars, and the blood streaks can hold up to 144 blood streaks.
The owner of this bloodstain obviously has considerable talent.
"If I can master the complete blood marks, it will be of great help to me when I enter level five."
Many warriors who have entered the fifth level have not completely transformed their scars, because they are concerned about the problem of blood marks containing blood lines.
The bloodstains contain too little blood marks and will almost cut off their journey as warriors.
Therefore, there are many quasi-level five warriors in the outer sect. They all have the strength to step into the fifth level, but they have not done so. They are accumulating experience in turning marks.
Mo Tianyuan's consciousness is powerful enough, and even surpasses all fifth-level warriors in its use.
In addition, he has studied the complete blood marks day and night, so he has a deep understanding of the transformation marks.
Holding his breath, Mo Tian mobilized the blood marks and activated the blood evil grass that absorbed the power of the blood lines and blood marks.
Suddenly, a breath of air floated out and entered the blood marks. Mo Tian held his breath and concentrated, and began to try again and again how to integrate the blood marks into the blood marks.
After a long time, he was sweating profusely, and the leaves of the blood evil grass in his body had turned into nothing, but sixteen blood lines were integrated into the blood marks.
The bloodstains themselves had blood lines, but they were dimmed. These were the templates, with the help of the blood evil grass. Mo Tian tried his best to integrate sixteen blood lines. This number looked terrifying.
But Mo Tian knew that if he didn't have these two prerequisites, he could burn up to six records.
In other words, if he practices like this, by the eighth level, he will be able to hold at least fifty-four bloodstains. No matter how many there are, he will not be as good as the real owner of this bloodstain, and he will be far from the limit.
Mo Tian smiled bitterly, he still thought a little too simply, and he still didn't know enough about blood stains.
Fortunately, this was his first attempt, and there were not many people like him who had the opportunity to try it.
After adjusting his breath for a while, Mo Tian recovered, and he was quite satisfied with containing the blood lines this time.
After digesting these experiences, you will become more skillful.
When he opened the door and walked out, he felt hundreds of glances coming at him. Mo Tian was also shocked. The entire courtyard was filled with people standing there, and everyone looked at him with evil eyes, as if they wanted to eat him.
"You don't even go to practice at noon, but you actually have the time to bask in the sun here. I admire you. I admire you."
It was noon and the sun was at its strongest. Mo Tian really couldn't figure out what these people were doing standing here when they had nothing to do but practice.
"Ignorant newbie, you'd better kneel down, kowtow and apologize, and get out of here, or I'll let you out today."
Zheng Tong had been impatient for a long time and shouted loudly.