After eating some things, Dongfang Mo just took out a book of non-grading techniques from his arms and heard the "click" sound of the door in the yard and was kicked open heavily.

Dongfang Mo looked out through the window, and the thick black eyebrows were twisted together. Yang Zhitao was really a dog-skin plaster. He came to the door so quickly. It seemed that he had put in some effort, and the one who kicked his door away was Yang Zhitao's brother Yang Haitao.

"Dongfang Mo, get out and die." Yang Haitao stood at the door and roared like a bell.

Dongfang Mo in the room put the non-grading technique back into his arms without any panic. While tidying up his clothes, he came to the yard with leisurely steps: "Yang Haitao, did Yang Zhitao's front teeth fall off? Didn't he tell you in detail?"

"I didn't expect that Dongfang Mo's practice is not very good, but his skills are getting longer." Looking at Dongfang Mo's indifference, Yang Haitao was a little angry.

Although it was already dark, there were many people practicing at night in the Sword Sect. When they heard that someone was going to fight here, some people suddenly surrounded him. Dongfang Mo and Yang Haitao were just nameless people in the Sword Sect, so no one knew the grudges between them, and no one cared about them. They just wanted to watch a lively event.

Yang Zhitao looked at someone who was surrounded, for fear that Dongfang Mo would tell him about his embarrassment during the day, so he rushed to say, "Dongfang Mo, it was because I didn't pay attention during the day, so I let you take advantage of the loopholes. Now it's different. My brother is at the peak of the fourth level of Chuyuan." As he spoke, he looked at Dongfang Mo proudly, "If you kneel down and beg for mercy and admit your mistake to me, my brother may not pursue it. If you are still so tough, it will be hard to say whether you can continue to practice in the Sword Sect in the future." After saying that, he shrugged exaggeratedly and returned to his arrogance in the day.

Dongfang Mo just looked at Yang Zhitao with a calm smile, and after he finished speaking, he said lightly: "Yang Zhitao, are you guilty when you say these words?" Although he didn't say much, it was enough to change Yang Zhitao's face.

"Dongfang Mo, don't talk nonsense. I'm not here to listen to you talking nonsense." Yang Haitao has a hot temper and has not talked much, so he is ready to show off. He and Yang Zhitao are brothers. When his younger brother is beaten, he naturally stands out as soon as possible.

Looking at Yang Haitao's fierce expression with a hint of disdain, Dongfang Mo was very upset. From the beginning of his walk out of the Wushan Mountain, he swore to work hard to strengthen his cultivation. He did not want to see other people's disdain for him again. He wanted dignity.

But at present, Dongfang Mo had just entered the Sword Sect and had not practiced any technique. He had no time to read the technique in his arms. He still could only rely on his powerful spiritual energy to win.

Looking at Yang Haitao with a fierce face, Dongfang Mo said nothing, but just hooked his index finger at Yang Haitao, with even more disdain in his eyes.

Yang Haitao's nose was almost pissed. After all, he had been practicing in the Sword Sect for a year and had increased his cultivation. Dongfang Mo had been practicing hard for more than four years and had just passed the Sword Sect's martial arts test meeting. He dared to disdain him.

Yang Haitao thought to himself, since you, Dongfang Mo, have to be polite, everyone knows what Dongfang family thinks you are

Thinking of this, Yang Haitao increased his spiritual power, clamped his hands into fists, and slowly lifted his fists, which was different from Yang Zhitao's quick technique, which was not about winning by fate, but about real power, like a mountain, the power to oppress people.

When Yang Haitao raised his fists slightly, the pair of fists suddenly surged to the point of visible to the naked eye, becoming a pair of iron hammers, and scattering endless spiritual energy.

"Isn't this a hanging hammer?" Someone immediately recognized Yang Haitao's technique and was surprised.

"It's true, I didn't expect that this power-type second-level technique should not be underestimated."

"I have seen this technique in the library. It is one that is more difficult to practice among the second-level techniques. I didn't expect that he has already practiced it. It seems that that boy is in danger."

Yang Zhitao, who was watching the game at the 7-mouth mouth, was even more confident. This time, the elder brother would definitely avenge him.

Dongfang Mo naturally heard the discussions of these people around him, but was not moved at all. He felt the pressure from Yang Haitao's pair of fists dispersed with spiritual power. He was not panicked and activated the spiritual energy in his body. The spiritual energy hovered in the dantian flowed instantly. As the great circle continued to move, it finally condensed on his palms, without any intention of dodging, and was ready to welcome the pair of hammer-like fists.
Chapter completed!