Clothing is the symbol of junior disciples, and the door sign is the arranged residence. With the help of book cards, you can go to the library to borrow techniques to practice.

Dongfang Mo had just walked out of the exit of Shiwu Mountain. Before he could take a few steps, a man came towards him. He was very thin and tall, as if he was a stick. He would fall when the wind blew. However, his mouth was loudly speaking insulting words, as if he wanted to attract everyone's attention: "Oh, isn't this Dongfang Mo the big waste of Dongfang family?"

The person who spoke was originally named Yang Zhitao, who was a famous family in Youyuan Town with the Dongfang family. The Yang family and the Dongfang family have always had a good relationship and lived in peace. However, the people of the Dongfang family hate Dongfang Mo, and the Yang family also makes things difficult for Dongfang Mo everywhere.

Dongfang Mo's face tightened, and his two sword eyebrows suddenly raised slightly: "Yang Zhitao, you will pay the price for your words." The voice seemed to be more calm, and the anger was not much contaminated.

"Hahaha" Yang Zhitao suddenly burst into laughter, "Dongfang Mo, why? I thought I was lucky enough to pass the martial arts test conference, and you would be amazing. If you want to get the spiritual herbs of my brother Dongfang Yan, you can pass my level first, I am waiting for you here, just to give you some colors."

"Just you." Dongfang Mo looked at Yang Zhitao contemptuously. He had been in the Sword Sect for a year, but he was still at the third level of Chuyuan. "There has always been colors, it's time for you to take a good look."

Yang Zhitao and Dongfang Yan are close friends. Dongfang Mo has no good feelings for him. Nowadays, Dongfang Mo will never let him be left with a slightest provocation.

Unexpectedly, before Dongfang Mo could stand up, Yang Zhitao had already clenched his fists: "Dongfang Mo, look at your turtle shell, do you know that you can't pass this martial arts test conference and cheated." After that, his body quickly stepped forward.

The contest between junior disciples will be staged countless times every day, but at this moment, the people around you are sweating for Dongfang Mo. The reason is very simple. Dongfang Mo just came out of the Wushan Mountain and there is no question of practicing any technique. Yang Zhitao has been practicing in this sword sect for at least a year.

Dongfang Mo has not made any moves yet, and Yang Zhitao has clenched his fists, crossed his arms, and a stream of spiritual energy has been poured into his arms, and the fists are "crying" sounds.

Everyone around couldn't help but sigh: "Chasing Wind Fist, I didn't expect that Senior Brother Yang has already practiced the Wind Fist to this level."

"This should be a very powerful first-level technique."

Listening to the praises of the people around him, Yang Zhitao was even more proud, but when he thought of the words of his good brother Dongfang Yan, he did not hold back at all. He fists suddenly sent out, and the sound of breaking the wind sounded instantly.

Some people around them could not even bear to see Dongfang Mo's tragic phenomenon, so they turned their heads away.

However, Dongfang Mo did not take Yang Zhitao's fists seriously at all. The force of the fists came. For him, he sneered like a breeze blowing on his face and his mouth. His body shook, and he had already arrived behind Yang Zhitao as if he was moving in an instant.

Yang Zhitao had just waved his fist, but there was no trace of Dongfang Mo in front of him. Yang Zhitao only felt that he had been hit by a palm behind him. This palm had no technique, it was a palm that was full of spiritual energy, but it gave him the feeling that it was like a mountain pressing on the back.

His body was immediately out of his control, and he snatched countless steps forward, and fell to the ground with a "thump".

People think that this voice must belong to Dongfang Mo, and the contest has ended. When people turned their heads, they looked at Yang Zhitao, who was covered in blood, and spit out two front teeth in a very embarrassed manner.

Before Yang Zhitao understood what was going on, Dongfang Mo had already stood in front of him and sneered at him condescendingly: "This is the price you paid for that sentence. If your mouth is not deep, the next time it will fall will not be your teeth, but your head."

How could Yang Zhitao be stupid? Dongfang Mo was bullied since childhood and he never dreamed of the situation today
Chapter completed!