On a piece of green grass, a young man was lying on his back. The young man put his hands behind his head. He seemed to be leisurely, but there was a hint of anxiety in his expression and brows.
"Brother Han Mo, it turns out you are here."
In the distance, a sweet voice broke into the young man's ears. The young man sat up and slowly raised his head. Under the illumination of his eyes, the young man's slightly immature face looked unusually decadent. He sighed and said: "You
What are you doing here?"
I saw a pure and lovely girl running quickly from the slope of the grass. The girl's liveliness was completely opposite to the boy's melancholy. They looked so inconsistent. When the girl saw that the boy seemed to be in a bad mood, she understood.
He said angrily: "Those bad guys know how to bully Brother Han Mo. Why didn't they dare to scream when Brother Han Mo was strong in the past? When Ling'er becomes stronger in the future, he must teach them a lesson."
Han Mo was startled when he heard this. He looked blankly at the girl who was about the same age as him. He couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile. He sighed and shook his head. Is he really that useless? He actually needs a weak girl to protect him.
Own.
Han Mo is an ordinary person in Kuanglan Continent. He lives in the Han family in a town called Luoer. The Han family is only a small family in Kuanglan Continent, but it still has a great status in Luoer City.
, this world respects martial arts and is strong, then you will be the object of respect from the world. On the contrary, just like Han Mo now, you will be bullied by the world.
"Let's go." Han Mo waved his hand boredly, turned around and walked towards the direction of his family. Walking on the street, some people completely ignored Han Mo, while some people almost pointed at Han Mo with mocking faces.
Mo has become accustomed to this kind of look. In his opinion, the other person is a clown.
Han Mo is sixteen years old this year. Three years ago, he broke the record that had not been broken in Kyle City for thousands of years. He was the first person in thousands of years to become a warrior before the age of thirteen, and also condensed the
Got the Dou Qi Soul Crystal.
At that time, it almost caused a sensation in the empire, but what followed was pressure. These were the prelude to the storm. Half a year later, the fighting spirit soul crystal that had been condensed in the body was inexplicably broken. The soul crystal of a warrior was broken.
That means that you will never be able to become a warrior in the future, and being unable to condense your fighting spirit means that you will become a useless person.
This was a bolt from the blue for Han Mo, who was only thirteen years old. He fell directly from a genius cultivated by the family to the lowest member of the family. Although Han Mo did not give up training, his fate was like this. Warriors who had lost their soul crystals would
It's like saying goodbye to fighting spirit.
Han Mo was walking on the street, looking out of place with the world around him. Han Ling didn't say anything and followed Han Mo quietly. Ever since Han Mo became a waste, almost everyone looked down on Han Mo, as if he was avoiding the plague.
They had to avoid Han Mo, as if they were afraid that Han Mo would bring bad luck to them. Only Han Ling followed Han Mo step by step. When Han Mo was in danger, he would always rush out. Han Mo was truly grateful to Han Mo.
Spirit, but Han Mo felt that he didn't deserve it at all.
Han Ling looked at Han Mo who lowered his head and said nothing, bit his lip gently and said, "Brother Han Mo, in one month it will be time for the new batch of family members to take the adult test."
Han Mo paused when he heard this, and couldn't help but clenched his fists. His nails dug into his flesh, and traces of blood spilled out. Han Mo seemed to feel no pain, and still clenched his fists until blood flowed out of his fists, and then suddenly released his fists.
He raised his fist and his expression returned to its original state. He seemed to have seen a lot more clearly. He chuckled and said: "What's wrong with the test? What if I can't pass the test? The worst I can do is be sent to a distant place as a low-level worker. I, Han Mo, will die."
Sooner or later, it will have to fend for itself." After saying that, he walked forward.
Han Ling looked at Han Mo who was leaving in a daze, and shed two lines of hot tears unconsciously in his eyes. Han Mo was so cool three years ago. When he was bullied by his peers, he ignored the clan rules and directly killed people.
It was a serious injury. Because he had been punished for so long, the domineering and arrogant Han Mo had turned into this. Han Ling looked distressed and distressed. Both of them were orphans in the clan. Their parents were robbed while escorting goods.
It can be said that banditry and murder are the same as those suffering from the same disease, but everything will not get better.
Han Mo looked back and saw that Han Ling didn't follow him, but he suddenly felt a little disappointed in his heart. He turned around and continued walking forward, but he didn't know that there was a person in the distance who had been staring at him for a long time.
"What a good boy, he has a Yanwu physique. No, otherwise he would slip away." On the second floor of the inn in the distance, an old man in ordinary clothes murmured while looking at Han Mo's back. After saying that, he left the inn directly.
He jumped down from the second floor and chased Han Mo in the direction he left.
"Hey, kid, what's your name?" The old man directly stopped Han Mo, who was walking with his head down, and asked, but Han Mo kept his head down and walked around the old man.
The old man looked at the strange Han Mo and immediately became interested. He was really cautious. He actually pretended to be melancholy like an adult. He stopped Han Mo again and said, "Kid, why are you so rude? You look up when I call you."
Just a moment."
Seeing that the old man was blocking him again, Han Mo raised his head impatiently, looked at the old man in ordinary clothes and with messy hair in front of him, and asked with some confusion: "Grandpa, my name is Han Mo, are you okay?"
Seeing that Han Mo finally spoke, the old man burst into laughter, pulled Han Mo over and said softly: "Kid Han Mo, I wonder if you have a master?" the old man asked expectantly.
Hearing this, Han Mo couldn't help but reveal a wry smile and said, "No." After saying that, he lowered his head in despair.
When the old man heard this, he laughed happily, grabbed Han Mo's shoulders with both hands and said, "Hey, Han Mo, are you willing to become my teacher? I can teach you many, many things."
Han Mo shook his head expressionlessly and said, "Grandpa, I don't need a master."
"Why?" the old man said with some confusion. In this world, if you have a master who is willing to take you to practice, you will have to avoid a lot of detours. Even your practice will be much faster. But the little boy in front of you actually
I will reject myself.
"I..." Han Mo hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have soul crystals, so I am no longer qualified to practice."
Hearing this, the old man hurriedly patted his head and said to himself: "Look at my head. Why can't it be used well when I get older? This is the characteristic of Yanwu's physique." Then he turned to Han Mo and said: "Han
Mo, this doesn’t matter, as long as you worship me as your master, I will make you a warrior, no, no, a stronger master.”
Han Mo was shocked when he heard this and stared at the old man's eyes in disbelief. His body was trembling slightly due to excitement, but he still asked calmly: "Grandpa, didn't you lie to me? I don't have any soul crystals anymore. Why?"
Will he become a strong person?"
The old man smiled leisurely and said: "Silly boy, how could I lie to you? Who said you can't become stronger without soul crystals? There is nothing in the world that I can't do."
Han Mo saw that the old man didn't seem to be lying. Besides, the old man would not lie to himself. He hurriedly bent his knees, knelt on the ground and shouted excitedly: "I am willing to become a disciple, I am willing to become a disciple."