"Hmph, the rules are just that I don't want to give them to the old man." The old man waved his hand impatiently, and then his eyes stopped on Han Mo.
"Who is this little kid?" The old man asked in confusion when he looked at Han Mo who was in a face. At least he had not seen a strange face in the tribe for decades. The old man was a little surprised.
"I rescued this from the river last month, and I'm Han Mo." Uncle Luo pointed at Han Mo and introduced.
Han Mo bowed to the old man. Although he didn't know who the old man was, seeing that Uncle Luo respected the old man very much, Han Mo did not dare to neglect him and bowed and said, "Boy Han Mo, I have seen the old man."
The old man was stunned when he heard this, looked at Uncle Luo and Han Mo, and said with some uncertainty: "Are you talking about him last time? A few weeks ago, didn't you say that this kid probably won't be able to survive? Why are you out to walk now? Do you think that old man, I'm confused?"
"How could that be? Old sir, why did I lie to you for nothing? Who knows what happened to this kid? He got so fast." Uncle Luo was also confused. When he was holding Han Mo, Han Mo was almost covered in blood. Although he had dried up and had been washed away by drinking water, it was not difficult to see Han Mo's injuries. In addition, Han Mo's breathing and heartbeat at that time could be said to be gone. I wonder if Han Mo could recover so quickly.
When the old man heard this, he looked at Han Mo with a little more interest. He stroked his beard and said, "No, he looks a little imposing, how strong is it?"
"Old sir, you must remember that in the tribe, don't talk about fighting like any younger generation, and don't teach them, otherwise..."
"I know, how many times have you said it." Seeing Luo Tian started nagging again, the old man waved his hand impatiently. He couldn't understand what Luo Tian was doing. For practitioners, not only would he have a skill in the future and he would have to work hard to defend himself, but his lifespan would be extended a lot, but Luo Tian refused to let those younger generations practice. I don't know what he was thinking.
Han Mo was going to ask Uncle Luo why he didn't let everyone practice fighting spirit. Now that he heard this conversation, Han Mo quickly choked those questions back into his stomach.
After talking to Luo Tian impatiently, the old man turned around and looked at Han Mo and said, "Han Nuo, I haven't told you about your strength yet."
Han Mo and Uncle Luo both had a black thread when they heard this. They touched their nose awkwardly. Han Mo smiled and said, "Old sir, my name is Han Mo."
This time, Han Mo also deliberately increased the sound on his ink words, but the old man waved his hand impatiently: "It doesn't matter, it's all the same. Do you say it or not, it's hard to say it."
"Han Mo, this is the old man's temperament, don't care." Uncle Luo was helpless and the old man's impatient attitude, but he had no choice. It is said that the country is easy to change and his nature is hard to change. His personality is something engraved in his bones, so how can it be changed so easily?
Han Mo shook his head with a smile, bowed to the old man and said, "Han Mo's injuries have not yet healed, and his strength can only be used to look like a 23-yuan martial artist."
"Dual-Yuan Martial Artist? It doesn't look like it." The old man said, stretching out his hand and pinching Han Mo's arm, then curling his lips and said, "You only have a two-three-yuan Martial Artist? Do you really think that old man, I'm confused?"
Han Mo was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but wonder. The old man looked very ordinary, and there was no fluctuation of fighting spirit inside and outside. Could it be that he could see his strength?
Although Han Mo's consciousness is now chaotic and extremely unstable, he can still converge his breath. There is no reason why others will see it, unless the other party's strength is too different from his own, but... is this possible?
"Don't be surprised, there is nothing that cannot be said. Luo Tian saved you. Your life is half as good as others. Are you still worried that others will plot against you?" The old man glanced at Han Mo and said lightly.
After hearing this, Han Mo felt that he could not hide it anymore and felt a little embarrassed by Uncle Luo. As the old man said, his life was saved by others, and there was no need to deceive everyone.
"I bowed to Uncle Luo guiltily and said, "Uncle Luo, Han Mo did not intend to conceal his strength, but Han Mo was afraid that you would feel strange if you said it, so he didn't tell the truth."
"Strange? We will be surprised with what kind of strength. Don't be too slow, don't talk." The old man interrupted Han Mo and said impatiently.
He shook his head helplessly and had to speak: "After waking up a few days ago, I found that I had broken through to the Great Martial Arts by chance, but I had not been active these days, and my strength foundation was still unstable."
"Great Martial Artsman?"
Luo Tian and the old man looked at Han Mo with some surprise. The old man who had always disagreed was also a little surprised at this time, but for the sake of face, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's not surprising. There are many geniuses like you on the mainland. Young men, don't be so self-righteous."
"What the old man taught is that Han Mo must keep his teachings in mind." Han Mo was not artificial and bowed to the old man.
Luo Tian couldn't help but reach out and pinch Han Mo's arm, shook his head and said, "It's really a talented man from the generation of the country. How old are you today? You should be only twenty years old, right?"
Han Mo hesitated for a moment and hesitated again. He didn't know what would happen to them if he said that he was only seventeen years old.
"It's okay, it's okay if you don't want to say it. It's great. It's going to be a big deal in the future." Uncle Luo looked at Han Mo with surprise, and the smile on his face had never disappeared.
"By the way, Uncle Luo, you brought me here... Is there anything wrong?" Han Mo hesitated for a moment and suddenly remembered something, looked at Uncle Luo and asked.
Speaking of this, Uncle Luo also forgot the impatient old man and looked at him and said, "Mr., have you been calling me to send you something for you? Otherwise, you can just leave it to Han Mo. I need to go to the border in a few days and send Han Mo out by the way."
When he said he gave something, the old man's eyes lit up and he glanced at Luo Tian suspiciously: "Are you really willing to give it to me?"
"I didn't give it to you. I said I won't leave here. You can discuss it with Han Mo. After all, he is going to leave." Uncle Luo said that, he was afraid and patted Han Mo on the shoulder, so he turned around and walked out, leaving Han Mo and the old man in the house.
"Sir, what do you need to send? Where do you want to send?" Han Mo saw that the old man didn't say anything, so he had to ask first.
After glanced at Han Mo, the old man seemed a little worried, but remembered that Han Mo was already a great martial artist, he realized that Han Mo was not as he looked on the surface.
"At a young age, I am so calm. To be honest, how old are you this year?" Although the old man was impatient, he could not have no curiosity. He couldn't help asking when he looked at Han Mo.
"Han Mo is seventeen years old today." Han Mo said without any concealment.
I was surprised again and I resisted the loss of composure. The old man nodded faintly, his eyes suddenly became frustrated, and he sighed: "Would you like to deliver something for me? There may be dangers on the way."
Han Mo frowned slightly when he heard this, and did not rush to agree. He just asked tentatively: "I don't know what the old man asked Han Mo to send him, and where to send him?"