Barbarian Throne

Zong Moro, the old monster of the Moro family, became sworn sworn brother with the youngest elder of the temple, Zhang Debiao. This incident caused quite a sensation in Tianmang City. All the major noble families in the city came to watch the ceremony and congratulate each other. Only the Jialuo family No one came.

Even the aristocratic families who came to congratulate him were disapproving of Zong Moro's move. They thought that this old monster of the Moro family had lost his mind and lowered himself to become a sworn sworn brother with a fourteen-year-old boy, even though this boy was a member of the temple. Elder.

Patriarch Yin Moruo couldn't help but secretly asked Zong Moruo, complaining: "Abba, why do you have to sworn sworn sworn relatives with Elder Aman? If you really like his temperament, you can just be friends with him for many years. It's a shame. Lower your status?”

"Ayin, your vision is too short-sighted." Zongmoluo smiled and said: "It's too late to lower your status to make friends with him now. When he grows up, if you want to make friends with him again, you will have to wait for him to lower his status."

"Abba, you think he has a bright future because he can tie with you?" Chief Yin Moruo was puzzled and said disapprovingly: "You claim to be on the same level as him, so it's natural that you can tie with him. , after you used the Moro Golden Throne, you didn’t change your moves and techniques. If you used the sword stabbing lotus finger and other fighting skills, he would have been defeated long ago!”

Zongmoluo snorted and said with a smile: "Do you think you can defeat him if it were you? Ayin, don't forget, I claim to be a cultivator, but I have no experience in martial arts for sixty or seventy years. Feng, the realm is not sealed, and he has taken advantage of him. The most important thing is that he also has the spirit of fist, and this is what I value most! "

Patriarch Yin Moruo was extremely unconvinced and was about to argue when he heard Zong Moro say: "A Yin, do you know what the meaning of fist and mind means?"

Without waiting for his answer, Zongmoluo continued: "This means that you have opened a window to see the Dou Sheng realm!"

Yin Moruo's face changed drastically, his breathing became a little short, and he said: "Abba, you also have the power of fist and mind. Could it be that..."

Zongmoluo shook his head slightly and said sadly: "I can't do it, I'm already old, and the old monster from the Jialuo family is also old. If we had understood the spirit of the fist thirty years ago, we might still be able to attack the saint. field, but now this body has begun to age... But Aman can do it, he is still young, and he has understood the spirit of fist at the age of fourteen. It can be said that he is the most promising person to become a fighting saint! "

Yin Moruo couldn't help but feel sad, not because Zong Moruo couldn't become a fighting saint, but because his father finally admitted that he was old.

"The old man has always had the temper of a child, but this is the first time he admits that he is old..."

Zongmoluo chuckled and said: "Ayin, didn't you just say that you can fight to a tie with Aman even with your self-proclaimed cultivation level? Come on, come on, I'm self-proclaimed cultivation level, you can compete with me!"

Suddenly the old man shouted loudly and grabbed Yin Moruo's hands with both hands. Dou Qi surged out from his whole body, causing the space to ripple. Then, under the action of the condensed mental power that seemed to be substantial, a third arm formed purely from Dou Qi was formed. A punch hit Yin Moruo hard on the lower abdomen!

Before Yin Moruo could react, he was knocked away by his punch on the spot. He didn't know where he landed, but he was extremely happy in his heart: "Abba is not old yet..."

Zhang Debiao was walking towards the two of them. Chief Yin Moruo was punched away by the old man and flew out like a cannonball, which really shocked him. He quickly asked: "Brother, is Yin Moruo okay?"

"It's okay." Zongmoluo didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "This kid has been used to being beaten by me since he was a child. He doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't get beaten for a day. I have become the patriarch of the clan in the past few years, so I don't beat him. I did it today." One punch, it feels pretty good, it’s enough to make him happy for a long time!”

Zhang Debiao was speechless for a long time, and said to himself: "I originally thought that the southern Xinjiang people in the city had lost the customs in the forest, but I didn't expect that they still retained them. This is true, I haven't been beaten by my father for a long time, and I feel a little nostalgic... …”

"Aman, are you used to living here?" Zongmoluo asked.

Zhang Debiao nodded. He stayed at the Moro family for two days and saw that the children of the Moro family did not look like noble playboys at all. They still maintained the style of southern Xinjiang people who killed and decisively, and had not been corrupted by foreign civilization.

Moreover, the Moro family has a complete set of inheritance systems, various fighting spirit methods, spiritual power tempering methods, and even has a group of alchemists and wizards as guests. I can't help but deeply admire the heritage of this powerful family. .

This complete inheritance system is enough to make the Moro tribe prosperous and continue to cultivate talents for them!

However, today's main forest city is not bad at all. After Zhang Debiao's improvement of the bad habits of the temple, coupled with the branch of Xingyuan, it will be possible to achieve the effect of a large number of talents in a few years. After one or two generations, the foundation will be far away. Far more than powerful families like Moro and Jialuo!

"Aman, are you practicing Longmeng Baoxiang?"

Zhang Debiao nodded honestly, and Zongmoluo chuckled and said: "I didn't expect that the temple actually has this kind of martial arts inheritance! However, the practice of Longmeng Baoxiang has great disadvantages. There must be an alchemist master using dragon blood or some Behemoth. Blood or something, just to increase physical strength. I have been fighting with the old monsters of the Garo tribe for decades, and I have a deep understanding of the shortcomings of this mental method. In the past, this old man caught a Behemoth and tried to make himself stronger. He also has the blood of Behemoth. I thought, this kid is so powerful without the blood of Behemoth, wouldn’t it be even more powerful if he was fused with it? As a result, this Behemoth died on the third day..."

Zhang Debiao blinked and asked curiously: "How did this Behemoth die?"

Zongmoluo said proudly: "Of course I secretly killed him! Didn't you see how bad the old monster's face was? He angrily went to fight me, and I had a big fight with him. He was killed by me." He was lame in one leg, but he is not having a hard time either. His arm was twisted by me..."

Zhang Debiao first praised and then said with a smile: "Brother, it's better if you don't kill that Behemoth beast. If you secretly poison that Behemoth beast, wouldn't that old monster be poisoned if it fuses with Behemoth blood?" died?"

Zongmoluo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh hard and said angrily: "Why didn't I think of this good idea..."

Yin Moruo had just ran back excitedly from outside. When he heard the conversation between the two, he immediately turned away with a dark face.

"The old and the young are all so bad that they are bleeding..."

"Yin Moruo, this kid, can maintain his status but not develop enough. As the leader of a clan, means are a must. He is too old!"

Zongmoluo watched Yinmoluo leave, shook his head, and said: "Aman, Longmeng Baoxiang is very powerful, but it also has drawbacks. It focuses on attack and ignores defense. I think your practice may have gone into the wrong direction. Of course, you can win easily when you encounter an ordinary opponent, but you will definitely suffer a loss when you encounter a master who is as fierce as a sword!"

Zhang Debiao showed a look of disdain. He had dealt with a master with a fighting spirit like a knife before, and he did not realize that he had gone into a misunderstanding.

Zongmoluo smiled and said: "You don't believe it? Let me tell you the real attack power of fighting spirit like a sword!"

The old man suddenly stretched out his palm and turned it into an eagle's claw, saying: "After you reach the level of fighting spirit like a knife, you don't need to use weapons at all! This is a fighting skill that can only be practiced by masters who have cultivated fighting spirit like a knife, the devil's finger!"

His five fingers suddenly lengthened, and a series of sword lights shot out from his fingertips, two meters long, extremely sharp, and as clear as a pool of water. With a slight movement of his five fingers, the sword energy cut through the sky, making a whooshing sound.

Zhang Debiao's face changed slightly. This kind of fighting skill is more dangerous than holding a sharp blade!

You can imagine what would happen if all ten fingers shot out such sword light and sliced ​​through a person's body!

Zongmoluo took away the devil's finger and said with a smile: "This is only a fighting skill that can be used at the intermediate stage of fighting spirit like a knife. When it reaches its peak, with a thought, fighting spirit surges out, like thousands of swords fired at once!"

Zong Moro's body moved slightly, and he heard the sound of countless sword winds. The overwhelming sword light shot out from all over his body, slashing forward in unison, like hundreds of people slashing at the same time!

Zhang Debiao was completely stunned. How could anyone guard against such a method?

Zongmoluo added: "With this kind of attack, even if you practice to the peak of fighting spirit like a sword, you can only use one move. After one move, the fighting energy in your whole body will be completely exhausted."

Zhang Debiao was still shocked. Even though he could only use one move, after this move, even if there were dozens of fighting masters around him, they were all killed. What second move was needed!

Even if the opponent does not use the Thousand Swordsmanship move, but uses fighting skills such as Demon Finger, he will still be unable to resist!

"Can anyone who is a master of fighting spirit like a sword nowadays really be able to use such a move?" Zhang Debiao asked quickly. He had also met several sword fighters who had reached the level of fighting spirit like a sword, but he had never discovered such a terrifying method.

Zongmoluo smiled and said: "People from foreign races may not be able to use the Ten Thousand Swords, because at the same level, their fighting spirit is not as pure and strong as our southern Xinjiang people, but they can use fighting skills such as the Demon Finger. Like the five major In the main city, there are many young talents who have reached the peak of fighting spirit, among them..."

The old man glanced at him and said meaningfully: "There are two in the Jia Luo family!"

Zhang Debiao couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

He has already tested it on Sheldon Pula, and his body is absolutely unable to withstand the attack of fighting spirit like a knife, and Sheldon Pura may have just entered the realm of fighting spirit like a knife, and can only be regarded as a beginner. If he were replaced by a Southern Xinjiang barbarian fighter with stronger fighting spirit, a purer and more domineering spirit, Daomang's attack power would definitely be doubled!

The conflict between Zhang Debiao and the Jialuo clan has been irreconcilable from the moment he obtained the Longmeng Baoxiang. A collision with the Jialuo clan is inevitable. But Zongmoluo couldn't give him much help. After all, Jialuo and Moro were both powerful families, and a large-scale war would inevitably cause heavy casualties. Zongmoluo still had to think about his family after all.

So he let Zhang Debiao see the power of fighting spirit at its peak, just to make Zhang Debiao wary.

Zongmoluo turned around and left, saying calmly: "Aman, you have offended the Jialuo clan. With the constraints of our Moluo clan, it is impossible for the Jialuo clan to send a master like Shi Jialuo to kill you, but the people in their clan Good players can attack without restraint, after all, the foundation of the Jialuo clan is still higher than that of our Moro clan, and there are many masters of the younger generation!"

"In our southern border, the strong is the supreme, and the big fist is the right! Aman, you have been calm in our Moro family for the past few days, but after these few days, the Jialuo tribe's methods will inevitably come out! If you don't want to If you hide here for a lifetime, you must make yourself stronger and have bigger fists!”

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