The surrounding Han family members were all shocked when they heard this. They looked at Han Zhen and Han Mo with some confusion. They obviously didn't know what Han Zhen meant. Before, everyone was so absorbed in watching that they almost ignored the people around them.
After all, Han Mo was not the only one speaking, and there were endless shouts and applause at that time.
Although Han Ling heard Han Mo speak, he didn't understand what Han Mo was saying at all, and looked at Han Zhen with a blank expression.
Han Mo couldn't help but frown, scratched his head and said: "Uncle Han, I...I don't know why my head was so hot just now, I..."
Han Zhen was shocked as to why Han Mo knew so much about fighting skills. Since Han Mo lost his soul crystal, although he had been meditating every day, he rarely practiced in his family. Now that he saw Han Mo, he was a little confused.
I became even more confused.
"Then what you just said is right, right?" Han Zhen asked tentatively, with some expectation in his eyes. Although Han Mo lost his soul crystal, Han Zhen always felt that this kid was very extraordinary, and he always felt that there was something wrong with him.
Very unusual.
Han Mo hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly. It was as if he had been in a dream just now, and he uttered a series of words that he didn't quite understand under his hazy consciousness.
Han Zhen's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw this. Looking at it now, either Han Mo is lying, or Han Mo really doesn't know what happened just now. According to Han Zhen's understanding of Han Mo, Han Mo should not lie.
, at least in his impression, Han Mo has never lied.
"Okay, let's all disperse. Do whatever you need to do. From now on, as long as someone from the Situ family steps into my Han family's market, they will do it directly without talking nonsense." Han Zhen knew that he couldn't get anything out of the question, so he looked at Han Zhen around him.
The family members shouted loudly.
"Yes." Everyone responded enthusiastically after hearing this. They had long disliked the Situ family. With the family leader's permission, they no longer have to endure it in the future.
Han Zhen and Han Mo exchanged a few words and then turned and left. In the blink of an eye, only Han Mo and Han Ling were still standing in the huge street.
Han Mo frowned, recalling everything that had happened before. The scene of the fight between Situ Xiong and Han Zhen replayed in his mind like a real scene.
"Brother Han Mo, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Han Ling saw Han Mo in a daze and asked in confusion.
Han Mo was startled when he heard the sound, and said with an apologetic smile: "It's okay, let's go to the back mountain. I want to trouble Ling'er with something." After saying that, he walked towards the family's back mountain alone. Han Ling scratched his head in confusion and walked quickly.
Followed.
"Brother Han Mo, what is going on?" Han Ling walked behind Han Mo and said curiously. Han Mo usually rarely asked others to do anything for him, but this time he actually asked himself to do him a favor. He was inevitably curious.
stand up.
Han Mo came to the back mountain and found a relatively spacious grassland. Then he stopped and said, "I watched Uncle Han's battle before. I want to practice. I wonder if Ling'er is willing to help me. You just need to attack me."
That’s it.”
Han Ling was startled when he heard this, and said in surprise: "Brother Han Mo, are you going to practice?" Although he was a little happy because Han Mo chose to practice, he was a little confused and said: "But brother Han Mo, are you... okay? Wan
one...?"
Han Mo naturally knew what Han Ling was referring to. He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, as long as you don't fight me." After saying that, Han Mo picked up a big branch and handed it to Han Ling and said, "Just use it."
This branch attacks me."
Han Ling took the branch, still a little hesitant in her heart. In her impression, Han Mo was still a person without a soul crystal. Although he was not strong, he was as powerful as a six-dimensional warrior. Although he had not studied any combat skills
, but fighting spirit can still hurt people.
"It's okay, come on, otherwise I will be unhappy." Han Mo said urging and threatening.
Hearing this, Han Ling had no choice but to nod his head, thinking that he would just wave it twice casually, so he wouldn't need to be angry. He tightened the branch in his hand and said, "Then I'm coming." After that, he held the branch and faced it.
Han Mo's left arm was hit.
Naturally, Han Mo knew that Han Ling would not use all his strength, so he took a step forward with his right foot, and the fighting spirit of a two-dimensional warrior spurted out, shaking the branch into several sections.
"Brother Han Mo, are you?" Han Ling pointed at Han Mo in disbelief and exclaimed, her eyes almost bulging out, and she covered her mouth as if she had encountered the most incredible thing in the world.
However, Han Ling reacted quickly, grabbed Han Mo's hand, looked at it carefully, and said with some excitement: "Brother Han Mo, did you see it? That was fighting spirit just now. Brother Han Mo, you have fighting spirit."
!”
Han Mo looked at the excited Han Ling and patted Han Ling's head happily and said: "Of course I know, that's why I asked you to help me practice. I haven't practiced combat skills in more than three years. If I don't practice,
If you practice, I will really become a useless person."
Han Ling nodded excitedly when he heard this. Han Ling had not been so happy for three years. The young man in front of him seemed that his emotions could always affect him. If he was happy, he would be happy.
"Ling'er will practice with Brother Han Mo now, but Brother Han Mo still needs to be more careful." Han Ling picked up a branch again and smiled shyly at Han Mo.
Han Mo stretched out his hands, put on a fighting stance and said, "Come here."
Han Ling chuckled lightly and rushed forward with the branch. Although he was much more relaxed than before, he was still a little unable to make a move for fear of hurting Han Mo.
After a while, what was surprising was that no matter how fast Han Ling's attacks were, they would be easily dodged by Han Mo, and some of his steps were even so graceful.
It's just that although Han Mo was able to escape, his physical strength seemed to be very poor. He just started to have asthma soon after exercising.
"Brother Han Mo, do you want to take a rest?" Han Ling asked with distress when she saw that Han Mo was sweating profusely.
"No, let's continue." Han Mo shook his head and said. There are only twenty days left for the clan test. Time is already very tight. Han Mo cannot allow any mistakes to be made in this clan test.
Although Han Ling did not use Dou Qi, his speed had already reached the limit of a six-element warrior. Although Han Mo failed to evade many times, Han Mo always managed to dodge him at the last moment. Han Mo
Unknowingly, the steps under your feet have also formed a subconscious. If you encounter the same attack from Han Ling again, your body's muscle tissue will involuntarily control the body to dodge, causing the enemy to move and know the direction of the enemy's attack.
It wasn't until almost an hour later that Han Mo was finally hit on his right shoulder by the branch in Han Ling's hand, piercing his clothes, even breaking a small piece of his skin, and a trace of blood spilled out.
"Ah, Brother Han Mo, are you okay? It's all Ling'er's fault." Han Ling exclaimed when he saw this, dropped the branch and ran to Han Mo, saying with an apologetic look on his face.
Han Mo patted the wound and said breathlessly: "It's okay. This minor injury will be healed in two days." As he spoke, Han Mo sat down on the ground, already sweating profusely from exhaustion.
, his clothes were soaked with sweat. It was because Han Mo was exhausted just now that his body couldn't keep up with his reaction and was hit by Han Ling. Otherwise, Han Mo would have the confidence to continue dodging.
Han Ling looked at Han Mo who was so rude, pushed away Han Mo's hand, gently stroked the wound and said: "You guys are so rude to yourself, I really don't know what to say to you."
Han Mo looked at Han Ling who was also tired and sweaty, smiled and said: "Ling'er, thank you!"
Han Ling was startled when he heard this, and said with a slight blush: "Brother Han Mo, why are you thanking me? Why are you so polite to Ling'er? Ling'er is not used to you being like this."
Han Mo sighed happily, and his body unconsciously felt extremely comfortable. He had not had this kind of relaxed feeling for three years. Three years of waste made him even want to die, but he couldn't bear to die.
He has a grandfather, Uncle Han, and this Ling'er who takes care of him everywhere.
"What is Brother Han Mo thinking about?" Han Ling asked curiously when he saw that Han Mo was absent-minded again.
"Nothing, nothing." Han Mo smiled awkwardly when he heard this. He was so distracted just now that he couldn't help but think of Han Ling's past. Now that he thinks about it, he feels a little embarrassed.
Han Ling nodded obediently and suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, brother Han Mo, when did you regain your fighting spirit? Why didn't Ling'er know about it at all? And you shouldn't look like that.
Is he a one-yuan warrior?"
When the question hit home, Han Mo suddenly became a little entangled. He didn't like lying in the first place. For this matter, he had lied many times and deceived his grandfather. Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty.
Han Mo suddenly had an idea and thought to himself that if he couldn't lie, then he shouldn't tell it. He said with a serious face: "Ling'er, it's not that Brother Han Mo won't tell you, it's just that we can't tell you in detail yet. As long as Brother Han Mo can tell,