The old man looked at Han Mo and nodded happily, helped Han Mo up and said: "Tonight, you go to the grassland outside the city alone. I will wait for you there. Also, don't mention my existence to anyone.

Don’t let anyone know that you have become a master, do you understand?”

Han Mo nodded seriously. Although he didn't know why, he did as the teacher said. Now he has no hope. He must give it a try no matter what this time. Otherwise, if he waits until the clan has tried it, he will

He has to become the lowest-ranking peon in the family, and he is also the youngest peon.

"Okay, kid, you go back first, we'll see you in the evening." The old man patted Han Mo's head and said happily.

Han Mo nodded seriously, left with some reluctance, and returned to the Han family in three steps.

"Hey, the good-for-nothing is back. It's time for dinner. Where have you been?" As soon as Han Mo entered the door of Han's house, he heard a playful voice coming from him. He knew who it was without even thinking about it.

Han Mo ignored the owner of the voice and kept walking towards the family's backyard.

"Stop!" A fat young man stepped in front of Han Mo and said with some dissatisfaction: "Han Mo, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me when I spoke to you?"

Han Mo raised his head when he heard the words, and anger welled up in his heart, but it never broke out. He swallowed his anger and said: "I heard it."

"I heard that and you still ignored me." The little fat man shouted at Han Mo. He grabbed Han Mo's collar and said in a serious tone: "Han Mo, I'm warning you, you'd better stay away from Ling'er.

One point, are you worthy to be with sister Ling'er? Let me answer you, you are not worthy!"

"Stop." Just when the little fat man was about to continue humiliating Han Mo, a clear voice mixed with a bit of anger came over.

"Hey, isn't this sister Ling'er?" When the little fat man saw that the person coming was Han Ling, he hurriedly released his hands holding Han Mo and said with a playful smile.

Han Ling glanced at the little fat man with disgust and said: "Han Wu, you'd better not make trouble, otherwise I will tell Uncle Han."

When Uncle Han was mentioned, Han Wu's eyes showed a hint of fear, and he smiled playfully at Han Ling and said, "Sister Ling'er, why do you do it for a loser?"

"You are the trash, and your whole family is trash." When Han Ling saw Han Wu scolding Han Mo, a ball of fire burst out of her heart, and she pointed at Han Wu's nose and started scolding him. There was no trace of her previous ladylike demeanor.

Han Ling said angrily: "Han Wu, please listen clearly to me. Brother Han Mo is not a waste. Why didn't you say that brother Han Wu was a waste a few years ago? Oh! I understand. You should be afraid of Han Mo.

Brother, let me beat you."

"You!" Han Wu was speechless by what Han Ling said. He could only cast his vicious eyes on Han Mo. In his opinion, all this was caused by Han Mo. If it weren't for Han Mo, Han Ling would definitely be in trouble every day.

Accompanying him, for no other reason than because his father is the elder of the Han family, and he is the only one in the family who is worthy of Han Ling.

"You're a coward, you just know how to hide behind women, and challenge me if you can." Han Wu couldn't defeat Han Ling, so he had to turn his target to Han Mo and said in a vicious tone.

Han Mo frowned when he heard this. He was tired of hearing everything Han Wu said. He could tolerate anything, but he couldn't tolerate this sentence. Han Mo slowly raised his head and said calmly: "Okay, there is still one month.

It’s a family coming-of-age ceremony, and I’ll be waiting for you in the ring.”

Han Wu was shocked when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Han Mo would actually say such a thing. He was already an eight-yuan warrior. Han Mo, who was not even a warrior, dared to say such things to him. He suddenly laughed and pointed at Han Mo's

The nose said: "Okay, you have the guts. I hope you won't kneel on the ground and beg for mercy when the time comes. Oh, by the way, I won't let you go even if you beg for mercy." Then he laughed again.

Han Mo ignored the nervous Han Wu, glanced at Han Ling and turned around to leave. However, no one noticed that Han Mo's fist had broken the palm of his hand due to excessive forbearance, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Mo'er, you're back." An old man, holding a waist basket in his hand, said to Han Mo at the door.

This old man is Han Mo's grandfather. His grandfather is also a person without a soul crystal. However, his grandfather's soul crystal did not disappear, but was forcibly broken by the enemy in a fight. Although his grandfather became without fighting spirit.

He is a useless person, but because he has done good work in protecting the family, he also has some status in the family. This house was given to grandpa by the family.

When Han Mo looked at his grandfather who was getting older, he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, which reached his nose, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Silly boy, what's wrong with you? Have you been bullied again?" Grandpa saw that Han Mo's expression was not right, dropped the waist basket in his hand, walked to Han Mo and asked with concern.

Han Mo shook his head hastily, looked at his grandfather and said with a smile: "No, grandpa, I will become stronger. I will definitely become stronger in the future, and then let grandpa live a good life."

Grandpa nodded happily after hearing this and said kindly: "Mo'er has grown up and understands a lot of truths. Mo'er, you have to remember that there are no born cowards, only idiots who don't know how to make progress. As long as you choose

Persistence, bad things will pass."

Han Mo nodded heavily and kept his grandfather's words in mind. Grandpa can be said to be his only relative. Han Mo values ​​​​this family relationship very much. Just looking at his grandfather who is getting older, Han Mo will always blame himself in his heart.

, if he hadn't worried about himself, grandpa wouldn't have aged so fast.

"Grandpa, do you want to cook? Let me help you." Han Mo took the food basket from his grandfather's hand, picked up the food basket and said to his grandfather.

"Okay, we will cook today." Grandpa said happily, sighing softly in his heart, such a sensible boy, why is God always so cruel to good people?

Night came quietly, Han Mo sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated. After a long time, he opened his eyes, sighed and murmured: "I still can't sense the fighting spirit after losing the soul crystal. It's getting late, I should go find it."

Master." As he spoke, Han Mo opened the door carefully and left the courtyard without making a sound, for fear of disturbing his grandfather.

Han Mo walked out of the Han family compound like a thief, and then trotted all the way to the green grass outside the city. From a distance, he saw a person standing on the grass. Han Mo's eyesight was very good, even if the sky was dark, Han Mo still remained

It can be seen that this person is the old man from the daytime, his master.

Han Mo ran to the old man, lowered his head and said breathlessly: "Teacher, I'm here."

The old man looked at Han Mo who was panting, shook his head and said, "Han Mo, how far did you run?"

Han Mo thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "About a thousand meters."

The old man shook his head and said with some dissatisfaction: "You are so tired from this short journey? How long has it been since the soul crystal in your body disappeared?"

When Han Mo heard this, his expression suddenly became unnatural, and he hesitated and said, "It's been more than three years."

"More than three years..." the old man said repeatedly, as if he was calculating something. After a while, he said: "You usually lack physical exercise. As a martial arts practitioner, not only fighting spirit is important, but physical fitness is even more important.

Tonight, I will help you reshape the soul crystal first, and then you can seize the time to temper your physique."

"Teacher...you...what did you say? You said reshaping the soul crystal?" Han Mo said in surprise. The old man's words were a bit unbelievable. How could a person's soul crystal be reshaped?

Seeing that Han Mo was puzzled, the old man patted Han Mo on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Silly boy, of course you don't understand. Of course ordinary people can't reshape the soul crystal, but you are different because you are the ninth person on the mainland.

A genius with a fiery martial physique."
Chapter completed!