Mo Yu looked up at the spacious room in front of him. On the plaque in the room, there were three big blood-red characters of Dou Ji Tang flying in the air.
Hearing the occasional shouts from the Dou Skill Hall, Mo Yu was not surprised. Although the Xiao Family Dou Skill Hall was not big and most of the fighting skills stored in it were low-level, it was already extremely good in Wutan City.
So occasionally some family members would come.
Mo Yu has many high-level fighting skills in his mind. He came here just to learn the basic fighting skills rules of Dou Qi Continent and read a book to relax.
So Mo Yu walked into the Dou Ji Hall without leaving any traces of ink.
As soon as he entered the fighting hall, the cheers and cheers of boys and girls could be faintly heard from time to time.
The fighting skills hall is divided into two parts: the east and the west. The east part is where the family's fighting skills are stored, while the west part is a large training ground. Therefore, sometimes, the Xiao family members will hold some competitions here.
Mo Yu naturally had no interest in the comparison test and instead plunged into the East District.
Stopping at the east side of the lobby, Mo Yu casually pulled out a purple scroll on the shelf next to him, and then slowly unfolded it. After the scroll was unfolded, several large black characters appeared on the back.
Low level yellow level: Mountain Splitting Fist!
Leaning leisurely on the bookshelf, Mo Yu slowly understood the training and operation skills of the Stone Splitting Fist. With his rich experience in his previous life, he mastered this low-level yellow-level fighting skill to the fullest within a short time.
After initially becoming familiar with this fighting skill, Mo Yu went to another shelf and took out a black scroll. After unfolding it, it read:
Low-level yellow class: Cloud-Pailing Kick!
Mo Yu became slightly interested in leg fighting skills. His Lei Gang Body greatly strengthened the quality of the physical body, but there were some deficiencies in skills. Although Mo Yu had already made up for this, he could absorb some fighting spirit from the continent.
The experience is also excellent.
In this way, Mo Yu began his crazy browsing journey, and almost no scroll escaped his hands.
And his crazy behavior also attracted the attention of many people in the Xiao family.
Generally speaking, it is enough for a fighting spirit fighter to master two or three low-level yellow-level fighting skills. First, mastering fighting skills requires a long time of practice, and human energy is limited.
But there are so many fighting skills.
Secondly, after breaking through the realm of a fighter, some low-level fighting skills become of little use, and higher-level fighting skills need to be learned, so few people will pay too much attention to these low-level fighting skills.
Therefore, Mo Yu's behavior is very puzzling.
Just as Mo Yu was watching the various fighting skills in the Xiao family's fighting skills hall with great interest, an uninvited guest came to his side.
"Are you Mo Yu?"
A slightly questioning tone mixed with a little disdain and gloating sounded in the young man's ears.
Disturbed by the world in the book, Mo Yu's brows suddenly furrowed.
Having lived for three lifetimes, what he hates most is being interrupted for no reason when he is doing something he likes.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the fat boy in front of him, about fifteen or sixteen years old, Mo Yu's eyes flashed with anger, as if a bolt of thunder was burning.
The fat boy was stared at by Mo Yu's cold eyes, and his heart suddenly trembled. He originally thought it was an opportunity to please Brother Xiao Ning, but in the end, this man in front of him was so scary!
"I...my name is Xiao Le. I heard that you performed well in the last test, so...brother Xiao Ning wants to invite you to compete at the Western District training ground."
The fat young master was attracted by Mo Yu's momentum, and his tone became much more friendly. He pointed to the training ground and spoke hesitantly.
Hearing this, Mo Yu also knew that the guy in front of him was just an errand boy, so he turned his attention to the training field to the left.
There was a young man standing on the field. His age should be around seventeen or eighteen, and he looked quite handsome.
This young man is the handsome young man Mo Yu met just now. Mo Yu is no stranger to him. He is the grandson of the eldest elder of the Xiao family. He is also very talented in cultivation. He has already reached the level of cultivation at the age of seventeen.
Among the eight levels of fighting spirit in the family, only Xun'er can surpass him.
Of course, that was before.
"It seems that my previous attitude caused him to misunderstand. He is really a narrow-minded person."
Seeing Xiao Ning targeting him inexplicably, Mo Yu thought about it and immediately understood the reason, but he didn't care.
How could an elephant change his attitude towards life because of an ant?
"Cousin Mo Yu, although you are not from my Xiao family, you still have the blood of my Xiao family. Now I invite you to compete, you won't refuse, right?"
Seeing Mo Yu's eyes looking over, Xiao Ning on the field smiled and said, but there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.
As the son of the eldest elder in the clan, he is also the most talented person after Xun'er. With his family background and talent, it can be said that he can compete with the future head of the Xiao family. How can he endure the neglect of Mo Yu, a descendant of a slave?
,
Today, he is going to teach the other party a lesson!
Noticing the flash of evil aura deep in Xiao Ning's eyes, the corners of Mo Yu's mouth also drew a dangerous arc.
Since the other person can't think about it so much, it's time to stretch his muscles.
"It's hard to refuse kindness. In that case, I will accompany cousin Xiao Ning to fight a few moves!" Mo Yu slowly put down the scroll in his hand and turned around to the training ground.
"Cousin Xiao Ning broke through the eighth level of fighting two months ago. This Mo Yu is in danger."
"Haha, they are just descendants of slaves. Even if they retain the blood of the Xiao family, they will not be as good as the real geniuses of my Xiao family."
"Cousin Xiao Ning, come on!"
Seeing Mo Yu accept Xiao Ning's challenge, the crowd immediately started talking and even called friends to come and watch this wonderful show.
For some reason, the fat boy Xiao Le shuddered when he remembered the look that penetrated his soul just now. He felt...
Xiao Ning will lose!
"Cousin Mo Yu, to be honest, I have broken through the eighth level of fighting a few days ago. If you admit defeat now and bow to me, I can forgive you for your mistake just now."
On the field, Xiao Ning looked at Mo Yu and said confidently.
Hearing this, Mo Yu lightly shook his head and said, "No need, let's get started."
Seeing Mo Yu's still 'arrogant' eyes, Xiao Ning was filled with anger and said fiercely: "In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
After saying that, Xiao Ning sneered, and slowly clenched his fists. A touch of fighting spirit quickly circulated in his body, bringing waves of tyrannical power.
After a slight silence, Xiao Ning stepped hard on the ground with the soles of his feet, and rushed straight towards Mo Yu, who was very close at hand. As he rushed forward, Xiao Ning's palms were slightly bent, and the sharp nails on his ten fingers glowed with a cold light.
When he was only half a meter away from Mo Yu, Xiao Ning suddenly stopped and drew a tricky arc with his right claw, hitting Mo Yu's chest: "Yellow level intermediate fighting skill: Split Claw Strike!"
Everyone in the audience was shocked when they saw Xiao Ning actually using yellow-level intermediate fighting skills when he came up.
The family strictly prohibits heavy attacks in competitions. Xiao Ning's behavior was obviously against the rules, but when he thought that the other party had a grandfather who was a great elder, no one dared to say anything.
They all cast pitiful eyes on Mo Yu. With this move, he would probably have to lie down for at least a few months.
At this time, in the field, Mo Yu looked at the claws that were coming with a calm expression. He raised his palms slowly and slowly, and opened his slightly curled palms with an extremely powerful thrust, like thunder, violently. Rush out.
At the same time, the lightning and thunder patterns on his right arm were also shining brightly, like flames,
"Leigang Body!"
Under this huge thrust without warning, Xiao Ning's expression changed, and his body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. His feet retreated sharply, and he stopped in embarrassment only after falling out of the training ground.
"Xiao Ning, defeated!" This chapter has been completed!