Chapter 13: What kind of battle tactics is this? ()

"My God, I don't know anything, that's still considered a magical battle technique! Then how did this name come from?" Hu Mo had the urge to collapse. Uncle Fu's words were so damn shocking.

Uncle Fu smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master, we actually heard from that person that name. Even the master's third-level war emperor's strength cannot see the content of this black jade."

"Who is that person? Could it be that this battle tactic was given by someone else?" Hu Mo asked hurriedly.

Uncle Fu nodded and said, "No one of us has ever thought of it so much, because he is so mysterious, maybe even God."

Uncle Fu's tone was full of admiration, as if he wanted to say something, but he wanted to stop talking.

"No, is it so amazing?" Hu Mo was extremely puzzled. The hand holding the jade was pricked with needles, which really made him feel the urge to chop off his hand.

"Is it a fairy dressed in a fluttering clothes, holding a whisk in his hands, and a child-faced and haired?" Hu Mo asked tentatively.

"No," Uncle Fu directly denied it, his tone was also very strange, "It was an old beggar in ragged clothes, unkempt and a little lame."

"Ah? No..." Hu Mo couldn't help but be stunned, "You don't want to say that the beggar was a godlike figure who fell from the sky, gave this stone to his grandfather, and then flew away with a limp?"

If it were others, they would probably think that this matter was just a mess, but Hu Mo was not. In his impression, some experts like to play this trick. How could ordinary people be able to control their actions? For example, Hong Qigong likes to pretend to be ordinary people and play in the world and have fun everywhere? Hu Mo is sure that the beggar mentioned by Uncle Fu is definitely such a person.

"The young master said it is almost the same, but you are wrong. He did not fall from the sky, but appeared directly in the marshal's bedroom out of nothing. After handing the Lingbo Technique to the marshal, he did not fly away, but walked lamely and disappeared strangely." Uncle Fu said seriously, while Hu Mo was speechless.

"Damn, how different is this from what I said? Doesn't it prove that the old beggar is amazing?" Hu Mo cursed in his heart, feeling the tingling sensation from his right hand. He seemed to hear the Sanbao anxiously urging him to take the black jade away quickly.

He endured the stinging pain and cursed the three treasures in his heart. He forced himself to smile and said softly: "Uncle Fu, then I will choose this. Since you said it so magical, I am interested. If you don't understand it, it's not too late for me to learn the Fire Dragon Art again. What do you think?"

Hu Mo's face showed a look of desire, but the look of desire looked so strange, as if he was entangled as if he had eaten a big-headed fly. Yes, it was the expression that was extremely entangled. Hu Mo's other hand was already tightly grasping Uncle Fu. Uncle Fu even had an illusion: Is Hu Mo excited or in pain now?

"Okay... OK." Uncle Fu replied blankly.

"That's great! Then I'll leave first!" Hu Mo said hurriedly, turned around and rushed towards the entrance.

"Oh! Master, be careful..."

"Ah! It hurts so much!" With a rumbling sound, Hu Mo and the wall had an intimate contact. A big bag appeared in the middle of his forehead very cleverly. This collision directly knocked him into a "birthday man".

"Wall..." Uncle Fu said the last word. Hu Mo was going crazy at this time. Damn, this is too fucking trick on his father.

"Young Master, why are you so anxious? If I don't open the mechanism, this wall is harder than a diamond drill. You didn't break it, your head..."

"Uncle Fu, I beg you, please open the mechanism quickly, my head is swollen..."

Hu Mo wanted to cry without tears, and this Uncle Fu was really speechless. I remember when they first met, Hu Mo didn't feel that Uncle Fu was too long-winded, but these two times he suddenly discovered a fact that Uncle Fu was really a copy of Tang Seng, especially when he was in such a pain now.

"Oh, I'll open the mechanism immediately!" Uncle Fu responded quickly, looking at Hu Mona's increasingly bulging forehead, he was really shocked and immediately opened the mechanism of the wall.

Hu Mo is not only having a split headache, his hands are about to be punctured, and the meridians in his body are about to explode now. There is another thing that is incomparable to those pains, but also extremely important, that is, he is really anxious and his bladder is about to be suffocated!

As soon as he left the defense range of Wu Pavilion, Hu Mo's body ran out like an arrow, without even saying a word to Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu smiled and muttered to himself: "Young master's ambition is really amazing. I have to tell the marshal quickly that he will be very happy."

After Uncle Fu finished speaking, he laughed and walked towards the direction where Hu Yihu was.

Hu Mo ran for more than ten meters in one step, and suddenly became a beautiful scenery in Hu's mansion.

"Did you see it? The young master actually escaped from Uncle Fu's hand and was holding a stone. It seems that the young master has resisted!"

"No, the young master's expression is so painful, his head is so swollen, it seems that he was beaten very badly this time!"

"Gaga, the better you fight, the heavier you fight, the better!"

"Haha, yes!"

Several servants gathered together to discuss, and their expressions could be said to be very excited.

Hu Mo could hear it clearly this time. He really wanted to stop and beat them up. But he really couldn't stop now. He was on the way to the cottage. The strong stimulation made him feel like he was convulsing all over his body.

However, after opening the gate and releasing the water, he immediately rushed into his room and gasped.

The black jade and his palm were really sticky too tightly, but for some reason, his skin was not pierced, but was just kept at the critical point of pierced and not pierced, which was a kind of continuous burst of pain.

After entering the room, he immediately sat down cross-legged.

His left hand was placed on the stone in his right hand, taking the momentum of embracing the circle. His eyes were slightly closed, and his thoughts sank into the dantian. Qingxin Xiaoyaojue immediately started to operate. In this operation, the Sanbao, who had already restless in his body, suddenly became even more excited, as if he had taken a big tofu pill.

"Can you three be honest? At least take down the stone." Hu Mo was almost weeping. The three treasures were still excited, but they didn't even want to get the stone down.

Suddenly, Hu Mo felt the pain in his palms even more intense, and ticking. When a few drops of blood fell to the ground, Hu Mo was really angry!

"Damn it, I'm already giving in to you to live in my body. What do you three bastards want to do? If you want to kill me, just say it. Just come directly if you want to use any tricks. So what do I do? Do you need to torture like this?" Hu Mo shouted, holding the black jade tightly in his left hand and pulling it hard.

"Damn what are you going to do! I would rather be broken than to be completely broken. If you don't stop, I will fight with you!" Hu Mo really had the urge to die. This was really atrocity. If he did not change this situation, he would definitely become a slave to these three treasures in the future!

The Three Jewels were unmoved and still increased their suction to the black jade on their own, as if they were going to swallow the black jade. Hu Mo was even more annoyed. These Three Jewels were really too presumptuous. How could this stone be melted into their hands? Isn’t this intentional torture?

Just as he was about to forcibly cut off the power of the Three Jewels at the risk of being retaliated against by combat power, he suddenly felt a quiet sound of flutes coming from his mind, like resentment, like crying and complaining, and the lingering sound was endless.

Hu Mo was well aware of the rhythm and could naturally feel everything conveyed in the sound of the flute. A woman who was in the dust was independent in the wind, accompanied by the wind, and accompanied by the moon. The Qiang pipe was leisurely and difficult to resist the turbulence of the years. Her heart fluctuated with the rise and fall of the sound of the flute. Inadvertently, two lines of tears slid down on her cheeks, dripping, and sighed for three lifetimes.

Hu Mo was so confused that he didn't realize that he forgot all the pain. His heart was silent, silent with the sound of the flute, and fell into a calm that he had never seen before.

He seemed to feel that everything in the world had nothing to do with him. He was just a boat in the river, a duckweed in the sea, or just a grain of dust in the universe. Let his heart float, without desire or seeking, silent.

At this moment, a roar suddenly in his mind, and then, the meridians in his body were completely cracked, and an seemingly endless force of combat began to rage in his body, burning his muscles and blood, cutting his bones and skin.

If it were others, I would have screamed in horror. Indeed, even the meridians were completely broken, could they survive? However, Hu Mo had nothing at this time. He seemed to have forgotten everything, just letting the crazy combat power stir and destroy it in his body.

Hu Mo would not notice that the black jade in his right hand began to melt slowly, and was sucked and swallowed by the broken wound in his hand. After a wave of erosion whale swallowed, the black jade completely disappeared. Hu Mo's right hand was wrapped in a ball of black light, and the black light quickly spread throughout his body. In an instant, Hu Mo turned into a black man.

"What's going on? Why can't I feel anything? Could it be... am I dead again?" Hu Mo's eyes were closed tightly, and this thought suddenly appeared in his mind. He really had no feeling at all. His soul seemed to be leaving his body. Isn't this exactly what it feels after death?

He didn't notice that his body had completely exploded. First, the violent fighting force was frantically in his body. Later, when the black light covered his body, this force also joined in, directly impacting Hu Mo's internal organs, as if torn Hu Mo to pieces. If Hu Mo still had consciousness now, he would definitely curse: "Damn! You were blown up with anus or rice, do you need to be so crazy?"

The sound of the flute was still continuous, but Hu Mo no longer wanted to appreciate it anymore. He was thinking about where he would go after he died, whether he would travel through possession or reincarnation? But what he was very puzzled was how he died in this life?

"Why don't you listen?" A weak voice suddenly sounded in Hu Mo's ears, with a hint of resentment in his tone.
Chapter completed!