"Click..."
A crack appeared in the long knife, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, spreading in all directions on the blade of the long knife. With a bang, the long knife made of fine iron broke into several pieces.
Seeing this scene, the people around them suddenly opened their eyes. The weapons they, ordinary tribesmen, could use were made of iron, but they were all rusty iron. The guards of the elder masters can use weapons made of fine iron, but they cannot compare with this fine iron. Refined iron is extracted from iron as raw material and is much harder than iron.
But today, fine iron can actually break an egg! Some tribesmen who couldn't believe it couldn't help but rubbed their eyes. Oh my God, you read that right! What kind of egg is this? It can be so hard!
Even Bao Yong, the patriarch's son, was stunned on the spot, as if he was dumbfounded. Li Mo walked forward with Dandan in hand, patted Bao Yong's face, and said softly
"Don't mess with me."
Although the tone was light, it was full of threats. Then Li Mo put his balls into his arms and walked straight to the martial arts training ground.
Although Mo Sang was watching everyone training in the martial arts training ground, he kept staring at what was going on outside. Seeing Li Mo come in, Mo Sang immediately stepped forward and asked
"How's it going? Are you okay?"
"fine."
Li Mo smiled and said, Li Mo is now a strong man at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm. The spirit-guiding realm is not far away, so Li Mo can't afford to offend the higher-ups of these tribes.
"It's gone, it's gone."
"What kind of egg is that? It's amazing."
“…”
As Li Mo entered the martial arts training ground, the people who were not around gradually dispersed. However, at this time, an old man in the crowd, wearing an animal skin coat and unkempt face, leaned on a cane and looked in the direction of the martial arts training ground with bright eyes, and did not leave for a long time.
The old man walked slowly towards Baoyong on crutches and said in an old voice.
"Yong'er."
Bao Yong was still stunned, and looked at the old man after hearing what he said. Suihuo Baoyong immediately bowed and said
"Uncle Eleven."
The person Bao Yong could call Uncle Eleven was obviously the Eleven Elder of the tribe. There are more than a dozen elders in the tribe's spirit-guiding realm, but they are not ranked according to who is older. Instead, they are ranked in the order of first entering the spirit-guiding realm and becoming an elder. Because the first person to enter the spirit-guiding realm can become an elder first, the elders who are ranked higher are generally stronger than the elders who are ranked lower.
"You want to deal with this Li Mo?"
The eleventh elder grinned and said with an ugly smile.
"That's just a discussion."
Baoyong's eyes flashed, he scratched his head and said. Bao Yong has been demoted to an ordinary tribesman by his father, so how can Bao Yong dare to let the tribe's senior officials know that he is looking for trouble outside.
"Haha, you lied to your Uncle Eleven."
The eleventh elder patted Bao Yong on the shoulder and walked out. Looking at the back of the eleventh elder, Bao Yong was puzzled. This eleventh elder has always been sinister, and if he doesn't practice well, he always creates some side projects. Bao Yong naturally doesn't like him.
In the evening, Li Mo had dinner with everyone at the martial arts training ground. I had been hunting all day, so I had all the meat I wanted. As for the hunting team's liquor, Li Mo was able to drink a few sips. After being half drunk, Li Mo said hello to Mo Sang and then walked drunkenly to his house.
The hunting team's training ground is on the outskirts of the tribe, and Li Mo's house is also on the outskirts of the tribe. The distance between the two is not far. But I just returned to my thatched hut, but I haven't entered the thatched hut yet. Li Mo broke out in cold sweat, and an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly arose. For a moment, Li Mo was completely drunk.
With so many years of combat experience, Li Mo has already developed this sense of crisis when he is in danger. So Li Mo knew that his current feeling was by no means unfounded!
"Who is it! Is it Bao Yong? Or Bao Zheng!"
Li Mo murmured to himself that these were the only two people Li Mo had offended in the tribe. But these two people don't have the ability to threaten Li Mo, right? Could it be that he is a strong person in the spirit-guiding realm! It’s Bao Qing who has entered the spirit-guiding realm!
Thinking of this, Li Mo suddenly turned around. Under the moonlight, he saw a sloppy old man wearing a dirty animal skin coat and an unkempt face walking slowly with a cane. He was not the leopard green as Li Mo had guessed.
"Who are you?"
Li Mo took a step back and asked cautiously. Li Mo could feel that this old man must be a strong man in the spirit-guiding realm!
"I've been waiting for you here for almost a whole night, and you're finally back."
The sloppy old man said in an eerie tone, which seemed a bit scary in this dark moon.
"I am the eleventh elder of the tribe. Come with me. I have something to ask you."
The old man walked up to Li Mo and continued.
"Ten...Eleven, don't we know each other? What do you want to ask me about?"
The palms behind Li Mo's back gradually became spiritual and he asked cautiously.
However, Elder Eleven seemed to be able to see behind Li Mo. Elder Eleven shook his head and smiled disdainfully.
"Don't waste your efforts. You are no match for me. If you don't want to suffer, just follow me."
"Get out of here you old fool!"
He knew that the eleven elders of this tribe would not let him go, and he would definitely be up to no good. If there is something good, why don't you come to him during the day instead of waiting for no one to come to him at night? So Li Mo cursed loudly and immediately attacked with spiritual energy in his hands.
"Cheetah Claw!"
"Roar!"
Li Mo has now mastered the cheetah claws, so when Li Mo just used the cheetah claws. The roar of the cheetah came out, and the shadow of two cheetah paws appeared in Li Mo's palm.
Cheetah Claw was getting closer and closer to the Eleventh Elder, but the Eleventh Elder shook his head and said
"With such a powerful attack, even those who have just entered the spirit-guiding realm may not be your match. But for me, it's not enough..."
As the voice fell, the crutch in Elder Eleven's hand was thrown towards Li Mo. There is only a thin layer of spiritual energy on this crutch, but the thickness of this layer of spiritual energy is much stronger than the spiritual energy on Li Mo's hands.
When the crutch was thrown into Li Mo's palm, the cheetah's claws suddenly disappeared from Li Mo's palm. The spiritual energy in the palm seemed to have seen a nemesis, and was suddenly annihilated by the eleventh elder's spiritual energy.
"Kacha kacha..."
Li Mo's arms were full of cracks, and bright red blood slowly flowed out. Li Mo's face suddenly turned pale, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards.
The door of the thatched hut is very weak. Even if the wind blowing back and forth is stronger, the door of the thatched hut can be hung down. So Li Mo's figure directly opened the door of the thatched house and fainted in his thatched house.
(End of chapter)