Dongfang Mo pushed the spear, and a silver light headed straight to the east like a straight line. His hand pressing the handle of the spear trembled slightly, and the spear tip of the spear suddenly trembled, like a scattered firework, but every light exuded a terrifying power.

The spear head slipped, and a ball of light went straight to the west, but Dongfang Mo, who was freely retracted, immediately closed the spear, and a bright light was pointed at one place, and both east and west were completely opposite methods of attack.

Holding the center of the spear in his hand, he rotated with one hand, and the spear instantly turned into a bright disc, rolling south like a huge wheel. Wherever the light passed, even the void was deformed, as if it was rippled by the fierce attack caused by the spear rotation.

Suddenly, the spear swept across the north, swishing three times in a row, and the attack was fierce.

The whole process, in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo closed his gun and stood in the center with the man and gun. After a while, there was a crackling sound around him, which was the sound of branches and trunks and small hills falling from a distance.

Looking at the power of the Liangyi gun technique, Dongfang Mo was very satisfied. At this moment, the smile on the corner of Dongfang Mo's mouth became more obvious. He couldn't sleep tonight, and similarly, some people couldn't sleep.

"Xiao Mo is indeed good at shooting skills." With an admiration, Yang Mao walked up to him.

Dongfang Mo put away the spear in his hand and then walked towards Yang Mao with a smile: "Brother Yang Mao, the ancestral gun technique of your Yang family is really fierce, but I am really worthy of accepting such a gift."

But Yang Mao did not care about Dongfang Mo's words, but said with a puzzled look: "Xiao Mo, your spear just now."

At this time, Dongfang Mo did not want to hide it from Yang Mao. He raised his palms in front of Yang Mao, and his spiritual energy surged. The spiritual spear was transformed again, but he did not explain more.

"Xiao Mo, what a genius." Yang Mao was a little uncertain just now. Now he saw Dongfang Mo transforming his spiritual energy into a weapon with his own eyes, so he was amazed, but he didn't mean jealousy. He was just happy for Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo was about to collect his spiritual spear, but Yang Mao stopped him: "Xiao Mo, Liangyi gun technique needs to be flexibly used to wield its power to a greater extent. Although I cannot compare to your spiritual energy, I have also studied Liangyi gun technique for so many years. Brother will practice with you to let you understand it thoroughly. How about it?"

Dongfang Mo was naturally very happy. He did not put away the spear in his hand, but instead pulled out his posture. Yang Mao also took out his spear from behind.

Both of them used the Liangyi gun technique. At the beginning, Dongfang Mo relied on spiritual energy to gain the advantage, but Yang Mao, who was at the eighth level of the first Yuan, was not weak. Although the spiritual energy was not as sharp as Dongfang Mo, relying on clever changes made Dongfang Mo very difficult.

Yang Mao showed all the Liangyi gun technique he had learned over the years to Dongfang Mo. Dongfang Mo realized that a simple move could be broken into two moves, and these two moves could be transformed into four moves. The effect and power of the coordination between each move is completely different, and it can be said that it is endless.

The more you fight, the more you enjoy it, and you never noticed the time

However, when the light of the day was dawn, Yang Mao could no longer resist Dongfang Mo's Liangyi spear technique. He couldn't help but stand still, wiped the sweat from his head, and gasped heavily, but Dongfang Mo was still calm and walked towards Yang Mao with a smile: "Brother Yang Mao, thank you very much."

"Xiao Mo, I never thought that your Liangyi marksmanship is more proficient than me who has been meditating for more than ten years. It's really incomparable." Yang Mao looked at Dongfang Mo and felt even more happy for Dongfang Mo.

"Brother Yang Mao, let's go back soon. They can't find us later, and they may be anxious." Dongfang Mo suggested with a smile.

The two of them returned to the inn and walked into the inn. Yang Mao and Dongfang Mo entered their own room separately.

Starting again, Yang Mao saw that there was a brocade bag hanging on his saddle. He picked it curiously and saw that there were ten top-grade spiritual herbs and a piece of paper inside.

Yang Mao picked up the note and saw that there was only one sentence on it: Brother Yang Mao, I have nothing to give to you. You can keep this little meaning, maybe it will be useful to you. Dongfang Mo.

Looking up, Dongfang Mo had already walked away with the crowd. Yang Mao couldn't help but shake his head. Dongfang Mo was no longer comparable to a person like him. He really couldn't imagine what would happen if he had to go against Dongfang Mo. Yang Mao looked at Dongfang Mo deeply and had to put away the spiritual herbs.

When they arrived at Youyuan Town, the Yang family walked towards their homes. Yang Feng reluctantly said goodbye to Dongfang Zi, and finally the two siblings were left.

"Xiao Mo, my father told me the last time you had a life when you came home. It was because Brother Hui and your father were not at home last time that you would leave without saying goodbye. You don't hold grudges at home." Dongfang Zi had never said such words to Dongfang Mo, but since seeing Dongfang Mo's strength, Dongfang Zi was uneasy about the previous behaviors of the Dongfang family, and asked this.

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly: "Sister Zi, you're thinking too much. The Dongfang family is the place to support me. Brother Hui, Sister Zi, my adoptive father, second uncle, etc., all love me very much. Without you, there would be no me now. Even if it's uncle's side, some people look down on me, it's understandable. As long as I make them dare not look down on me, it's enough. I don't want the rest."

Dongfang Mo said more bluntly. He regards people who are good to him as relatives, and family members who are bad to him as well. He doesn't want to kill them all, but he just doesn't want to pay attention to them.

Dongfang Zi nodded and pulled Dongfang Mo into the house.

What Dongfang Mo could not have imagined was that his adoptive father, second uncle and Benzhi's eldest brother Dongfang Hui were waiting for him in front of the door.

As soon as Dongfang Mo saw these three people, his heart felt warm. After paying a salute, especially Dongfang Hui, stepped forward to hug his younger brother: "Xiao Mo, it's not bad, he's a little stronger, and he's a little taller, can he stand practicing?"

Dongfang Mo was very moved by his elder brother's concern and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, brother, I'm fine, and I'm also taking care of Sister Zi."

"You don't have to care about anything. Your second uncle has told us that the previous thing has passed." Dongfang Mo's adoptive father Dongfang Ji also comforted Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo just smiled and nodded, thinking in his heart that it might not be that easy to go in the past.

At this moment, Dongfang Bai, the person he didn't want to see the least, came directly towards these people. When he saw Dongfang Mo, there was a twitch on Dongfang Bai's face. The hatred was radiated from his bones, but it flashed by. He did not look at Dongfang Mo more and respectfully bowed to Dongfang Lu and Dongfang Mo's adoptive father Dongfang Ji: "Second uncle, third uncle, my father was ordered by the head of the family to ask everyone to worship the ancestors of the ancestral hall, and discuss Dongfang Zi's engagement and engagement competition."

Dongfang Zi and Dongfang Mo who had just returned didn't know what was going on, but a trace of worry flashed across Dongfanglu's face, and he immediately said to the back: "Let's go together."

But Dongfang Bai pointed at Dongfang Mo and said, "Dongfang Mo does not need to participate."

Dongfang Mo was just a sneer, and his expression did not change much, but his adoptive father said to Dongfang Mo with a warm anger: "Xiaobai, why doesn't Xiaomo need to join him, he is also a member of my Dongfang family?"

Even in front of his third uncle, Dongfang Bai looked arrogant: "This is what the head of the family means."

This is obviously not to treat Dongfang Mo as his family. In fact, over the years, Dongfang Mo has been treated like this more than once. Although Dongfang Mo has feelings for the people he is good, he really doesn't care about the head of the Dongfang family because he also thinks he has nothing to do with him.

However, this embarrassment made Dongfang Ji and Dongfang Lu a little confused. Dongfang Ji was about to speak, but Dongfang Mo spoke first: "Entertainment father, I will go back to my room first. When Brother Hui is free, I will go to find my elder brother." After that, he didn't look at Dongfang Bai and left alone.

When Dongfang Bai turned around, he showed a mocking and sinister smile.

Dongfang Mo stepped back to his residence. Although he had already joined the Sword Sect, his adoptive father kept his house so that he would have a comfortable residence when he came back.

However, the moment Dongfang Mo stepped into the room, he suddenly felt something was wrong here. He subconsciously released his spiritual power and searched every corner of the room.

There is something unusual on the beam

Close the door, Dongfang Mo jumped onto the beam of the house. He saw a wooden box on the beam of the house. The lid of the box was opened, and there was a porcelain plate inside. There was bright red blood. Next to it was a top-grade spiritual herb. There was a spiritual herb surrounded by this spiritual herb. The blood had no intention of condensed at all. On the contrary, it emitted a strong smell of blood and was mixed with spiritual energy. This was actually the blood of the low-level monsters outside the Ancestral Temple of Youyuan Town.

This is a standard way to lure the orcs unique to Youyuan Town. Looking at this not-so-smart method, Dongfang Mo smiled coldly. Since you have sent all the spiritual herbs to my door, how can I not collect them?

Dongfang Mo first put the spiritual herb into his arms, and then poured the bright red beast blood into the doghouse in the yard. Before Dongfang Mo had time to go back to the house to refine the spiritual herb, he stumbled outside. The old butler ran in and said in a panic look: "Master Mo, Master Mo, half of the orc rushed in."

Dongfang Mo's eyes tightened, and he shook his face and saw two orcs rushing towards him quickly.

Without saying a word, he pushed the old housekeeper away, and Dongfang Mo met alone, facing two orcs with blood-red eyes.
Chapter completed!