Chapter 5

A martial artist with a turn of life or two hit dozens of big snowballs together. With luck, the soft snowball immediately became no different from the stone. Qing Rong has long been dissatisfied with Chen mo. since he came to Qinglong Town, his sister has not liked him, but Chen Mo's identity has made him unable to make a move. Today, seeing that Chen Mo was deceived, his resentment over the past few years has been smashed out.

Chen Mo's body swayed, and his steps were flat on the ground, wading out, like a golden carp crossing the water. Several people didn't see it clearly, and more than a dozen snowballs fell into the air.

"Why so fast." Qingrong was stunned.

Chen Mo bent down and grabbed a handful of snow and pinched it in his hand. He pumped blood into it, turned and threw it at a little boy. The snowball slammed the flowers on the little boy's face and immediately fainted.

"He has cultivated Qi and blood." Qing Rong shouted. Seeing that Chen Mo was no better than before, he hurried to remind others.

His eyesight is very accurate, but it's too late. Chen Mo's cultivation of three turns of Qi and blood has never given up exercising over the years. He is much better than them in terms of speed, strength, agility and reaction. After the first little boy was knocked unconscious, Chen Mo threw several pieces in succession.

Five fingers are like shadows, Shua Shua.

Two more little guys were smashed out of the circle.

Qing Rong shouted with a curl of his arm, and used a "green snake flicking its tail". The martial arts of people who are stars and martial artists are super first-class, first-class, quasi first-class and ordinary. The ancestral 'spirit snake formula' of the Qing family is quasi first-class, which is one of the best in Qinglong Town. In a flash, the accumulated snow was rolled up with a few clicks, and in a blink, it turned into sevenoreight snowballs and hit Chen mo.

Chen Mo jumped on the ground straightly in an instant, as if he were doing push ups. He bent his hands and crawled forward, using both hands and feet, and rushed forward. His body seemed to become a snake. His hands and feet crawled quickly, his chest and abdomen were close to the ground, his muscles were like the scales of a snake bulging and loosening, and his whole body was slightly twisted, just like a python running on the ground.

Brush, brush!

Chen Mo's speed is amazing, giving people an artistic conception of a frightened snake rushing through the grass, jumping up on the ground with the sound of the wind.

Qingrong was surprised.

How can Chen Mo's body method be somewhat similar to the first-class body method 'snake fighting wind' in his ancestral set of "spirit snake formula".

Snake wind belongs to a set of martial arts of three turns of Qi and blood. Only by cultivating Qi and blood into muscles and using the power of muscles in the whole body can it be brought into play. This little guy is also worthy of being the future genius of Qinglong Town. He just saw at a glance that Chen Mo was not the so-called waste material who could not practice martial arts, but had cultivated his Qi and blood into muscles, surpassing him.

Qing Rong hurriedly whipped his legs, and snowflakes flew up on the ground, trying to stop Chen Mo's attack.

As the strength between the skins vibrated out, regardless of the rules of the snowball fight, he grabbed Chen Mo with both hands.

Tear it.

The snowflake was smashed by him, but he threw himself into the air. Chen Mo's body method turned and he had rushed to the side.

Ah, No.

Several big snowballs hit Zhong Qingrong face-to-face, and his eyes were full of stars. Even though he had already practiced his blood gas into the skin membrane, he still had a lot of pain. However, the little guy refused to step back even after he died. He gritted his teeth and fought hard, which made Chen Mo look at him with admiration.

Then Chen Mo threw it casually, and a huge snowball pressed on Qingrong's chest.

The boy made a sound, and was immediately submerged by the heavy snow and fainted.

When Qingrong youyou woke up, he was seeing Chen Mo staring at them as if nothing had happened. Several of his friends looked depressed and ashen.

"You... You..." Qing Rong had a sharp pain in his chest every word he said.

"What do you call me?" Chen Mo narrowed his eyes and smiled harmlessly.

Qing Rong was tongue tied for a long time, and finally choked out a few words: "brother Chen mo."

This little guy is a little spineless, willing to admit defeat in gambling. Chen Mo thought he would be naughty. "You can't tell anyone about today. If you want to be a traitor who is treacherous, I don't mind you doing so." Chen Mo looked at the teenagers with a smile.

"We know."

Qing Rong was the head of these little guys. He was soft, and others didn't dare to do it again. Originally, he looked at Chen Mo full of superiority and disdain, but he defeated them in a short moment. For a moment, he admired and couldn't believe it was true.

Playing a snow fight, Chen Mo also showed his strength after practicing the three turns of Qi and blood in the star world for the first time. In the star world, even in this tail Mars field, the three turns of Qi and blood is nothing, but Chen Mo still felt quite excited.

When she arrived at the riverbank to meet her aunt, Chen Qingzhi had been waiting there. Her white robe was like snow and her expression was like frost. She stood in the snow and mixed together. She couldn't even feel her breath. If she hadn't known the place of meeting, Chen Mo would even ignore her.

From the contract, Chen Mo knows that his little aunt is a star general, and the realm does not know how much higher than himself. Even if the great dynasty is few of her opponents.

Seeing Chen Mo running over, General Chen QingHan's frosty eyes seemed to brighten.

"I didn't expect you to turn Qi and blood into muscle so soon. Yes, it seems that your foundation is better than my aunt thought."

Hearing this, Chen Mo laughed, "my aunt is a white robed general with thousands of troops avoiding white robes. Naturally, her nephew will not be bad."

Chen QingHan snorted softly, and his face was expressionless: "your cultivation is still too low to participate in the Shenwu lift. Go back and prepare. Go to Qinglong mountain to practice hard tonight. Finally, you can say to your aunt like this, and she will give you some benefits."

Chen Mo opened his eyes and dreamt about Chen QingHan's slim body.

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Returning to his residence in the evening, Xiaotao happily told Chen Mo that Qing Rong led his partners to admit their mistakes. The young master of the Qing family admitted his mistake to a maid, which stunned everyone. However, when asked the reason, he hesitated to say that several maid Bingxue was smart, and probably knew that it must have been intimidated by young master Chen Mo, otherwise no childe would admit his mistake to the maid.

Chen Mo also didn't know that Qingrong and his colleagues kept their promise and didn't say anything, which made him appreciate it.

The next day, Chen Mo left a letter and entered Qinglong mountain.

Qinglong mountain is backed by Qinglong Town, which is named after the flying dragon rising to the blue sky. This mountain is magnificent, with many waterfalls and valleys, apes crowing and tigers roaring, crisscrossing among them. Many beasts and precious herbs inhabit in the depths of Qinglong mountain. Many martial artists will come to this mountain to practice martial arts and earn money.

Following his aunt, Chen Mo entered Qinglong mountain step by step and climbed the mountain.

After walking for about several hours, the woods gradually became clear, and Chen Qingzhi finally stopped.

"Aunt, what am I going to do now?" Chen Mo asked modestly.

Chen QingHan turned around and pointed to the limestone of an old Panasonic tree. The lime was dark and as hard as steel. There were claw marks of various beasts on it, and some bones were deep, shocking. Chen acquiesced that it was a claw grinding stone. The beast in the mountain was equipped with a door to grind teeth and claws. It was very hard, and even the power of a martial artist with five turns of Qi and blood was difficult to shake.

"Go and punch that stone a thousand times."

"Just hit it with your hand?" Chen Mo's mouth is open, so he can't smash his fist bones.

Chen QingHan took a step, and in a blink of an eye came to the grinding claw stone, as if he could not refuse.

Chen Mo reluctantly walked over. This grindstone weighs at least a thousand kilograms. The grindstone also has the palm print of a black bear. The power of a black blind man is equivalent to a martial artist with four turns of blood, but even so, this palm print is not deep or shallow. I only have three turns of Qi and blood, and I can't smash my hand bones with one punch. But looking at the little aunt, she didn't mean to joke at all. Chen Mo was helpless, hardened his scalp, and slapped the claw stone.

Crisp metallic sound.

The claw grinding stone is extremely hard, and it is the thing that beasts grind their claws all the year round. Chen Mo's muscles suddenly swing like waves, and a sense of pain and numbness spreads all over his body.

"Four turns of Qi and blood cultivate body fibers. You have to move your whole body. It's just brute force, which is meaningless." Chen QingHan's fingers hit Chen Mo's joints with an invisible force. Chen Mo felt as if he had become a puppet to be manipulated by others, completely losing control of his hands and feet. Seeing Chen Mo's posture, Chen QingHan nodded before letting him continue.

Chen Mo's second palm was much better than before.

The whole life is boiling.

Chen Mo then waved several palms and hit the stone, moving from head to foot, making every fiber on his body as excited as possible. Once he has a wrong posture, my aunt will help him correct it out of thin air.

After hitting a thousand palms, Chen Mo only felt that his bones were scattered. He was sweating in the cold winter. His aunt didn't let him have more rest, and immediately brought Chen Mo to a waterfall not far from the boulder.

From the cliff hundreds of feet high, the waterfall did not freeze. It roared and poured down like thunder. Under the sunlight, it reflected patches of white light, like a white dragon.

Splashing on the bluestone, hitting a turbulent white wave.

Chen QingHan points his finger and shows seven silver needles. He stabs the silver needles into Chen Mo's seven vital acupoints from head to foot, and pushes Chen Mo under the waterfall with a push.

Chen Mo's brain roared in the sea, and the powerful waterfall hit his head and slapped his whole body. Chen Mo, who had just waved a thousand palms, had his bones almost scattered. The powerful power of the waterfall almost scattered his soul, so his aunt's seven silver needles condensed in her body and held Chen Mo's whole body.

It's just that the waterfall doesn't stop, and doesn't give any thought to Chen Mo's whole body. A hot gas on his body is hit and retracts his pores.

Seeing Chen Mo's face in pain, My aunt was still indifferent and said: "Your body's Qi and blood are boiling, like fire, for Yang. Being beaten by waterfalls, your muscles and bones are cold, and for Yin. The most powerful method of cultivating martial arts in the world is' heaven and earth are furnaces, yin and yang are charcoal, and nature is work '. Although this is not the real charcoal of yin and Yang, the seven' Yin and Yang condensing Qi needles' can absorb one heat and one cold, spit out Yin and Yang. You can use this Qi to refine your whole body, and you can speed up the nine turns of your qi and blood."

As soon as Chen Mo heard it, he really felt a faint breath in his body. He ran his blood and began to breathe.

One heat and one cold cross the whole body, which is much more comfortable.

After practicing for several hours, Chen Mo finally refined all the Qi of the yin-yang condensation needle. Just about to leave the waterfall, his mind suddenly flashed. He remembered that many protagonists practiced under the waterfall after watching movies and novels before. On the one hand, facing the pressure of the continuous impact of the waterfall brings pressure, on the other hand, the roaring sound of the waterfall also has a great impact on thinking. Chen Mo is very clear that nothing is more precious than the kind of "calm" in the face of strong pressure in battle.

Thinking of this, Emerson Chen held down the impulse to pull out his legs and sat cross legged. While running his blood and accepting the impact of hundreds of times of pressure, he let himself focus on nothing and enter an absolutely ethereal state.

The heavenly star Chen QingHan was stunned when he saw Chen Mo's behavior.

I thought this boy would escape immediately, but I didn't expect that he still wanted to cultivate his mind.

It seems that I don't have to worry about him at all.

Chen QingHan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.