Updated: 2013-02-21

The faint noise caused the young man who was unconscious in the room to frown slightly. His fingers moved, his eyes closed and slowly opened. After a brief confusion, what caught his eye was a green tiled roof. He was lying in the clean bedding and had changed into brand new clothes.

Mo Yu suddenly stood up, but with a sudden "click" under him, he looked down and saw that the bed board had been crushed by the place where he reached out and pressed. His face was stunned, and he slowly raised his hand. What caught his eye was a white palm. The large piece of calluses grinded out of the palm of his palm disappeared. The slightly enlarged joints caused by physical practice have returned to normal. His fingers were slender and delicate, and the skin was not the same as he remembered. However, it was such a slightly thin and weak palm that had powerful power that he could not imagine.

He looked surprised and looked at the low table beside the bed. Although it was worn out, the natural dark red color and vertical stripes made Mo Yu easily identify the red shirt wood material, which was famous for its toughness. The hardness of this wood itself is almost comparable to iron and stone, and it will not decay after years. The furniture made of red shirt wood is not damaged by manpower and can even be used for generations. A little pondered, Mo Yu suddenly reached out to hold a corner of the low table, and used a little force. The polished edges were directly pinched by him like rotten wood. The wooden thorns that were as hard as steel needles could not pierce his seemingly tender palms, and were easily crushed and turned into wood chips and sprinkled.

Mo Yu turned over and walked quickly to the mirror, looking at the familiar and strange figure on the mirror, he couldn't think of what happened! In the mirror was a tall young man, with a clear and angular face slightly neutralizing his tenacity, making his breath look more lustrous. Paired with a pair of calm and dark eyes, not only did not damage his temperament, but also gave Mo Yu a bit of handsomeness. His heart beat violently, and the last picture in his memory stayed at the last step from the top of the mountain. At that moment, the wind fell in the sky, the red clouds were surging blood and rain pouring down, his mind fell into sorrow, and then there was a burning pain. The memory afterwards was intermittent, blurring was more like a dream, and his whole body was like a stove in which he was in, his soul and body were subjected to double tempering.

Looking at his own changes in the mirror and the powerful power flowing into his body, Mo Yu would not naively think that this was just a dream. This situation is more similar to what he heard in the storyteller’s mouth! According to rumors, powerful sects or families will have special means to purify the descendants of blood to varying degrees, thereby improving their own cultivation qualifications. However, this method requires consuming a large amount of treasures, and the cost is so high that Mo Yu can’t imagine in his vision.

So although he doubted, he was still not sure what was going on with him. As he thought, he suddenly realized that something had become more in his memory, but the sudden increase in noise outside gave him no more time to check it out.

The door of the room was kicked open from outside. A tall and strong man carried the girl who was struggling constantly. His eyes fell on Mo Yu, and he was slightly stunned and then furious. "Damn it, a stinky bitch, the man in the room was still pretending to be innocent in front of me. I know that I would have fucked you long ago!" Thinking that the person he liked was taken first before he could succeed, this person was in a state of anger.

"Mr. Wang misunderstood. He was the one we father and daughter picked up from the river. It was not what you thought. Even if Mr. Wang was really interested in my Ling'er, he should send a matchmaker to propose marriage first. I will definitely agree. Please ask Mr. Wang to give up his hands and let the little girl go today." The thin middle-aged man pulled his arm, anxious, but he looked like a pleasing smile.

"If you don't misunderstand, I will know it if you try it! If that's right, I will send someone to propose marriage. If not, I will sell it to the kilns and thousands of people to ride it!" Wang Shaoyang grinned and shook his hand and threw him out of the door. "Prefer this old guy Shang Nan, don't ruin the good things of the young master! There is also this guy in the room, catch me together and wait for the young master to deal with it later!"

"Dad! How are you? Wang Shaoyang, you bastard, I'll fight with you!" Shang Lingling obviously practiced physical skills, his body was well-proportioned and attractive. His clenched fist hit him behind him, making a dull sound, but he couldn't hurt him at all.

Wang Shaoyang's eyes were excited, "Shang Lingling, the more you struggle, the more angry you are, the more you are. I will not let you go no matter what you are!"

Shang Nan's struggle came from outside the door. A strong man quickly walked into the room, his eyes swept over Shang Lingling's straight thighs, thinking that he would not know if he would have a chance to get some soup after the young master finished playing. This girl was so tempting. He reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and when he fell on Mo Yu, he was slapped directly with a big hand like a palm fan. This kind of tender skin was just a few embroidered pillows that were not good. This slap broke at least a few bones on his body!

The sound of "bang" was muffled, and his strong wrist was controlled by Bai Jing's hand. The sound of "crack" bone shattering came. The man screamed and beads of sweat flowed down his forehead.

Mo Yu frowned. He could not fully control the surge in his body. He wanted to hold his arm, but he crushed his wrist directly. The man had six or seven hundred kilograms of strength, which was not weak, but now he had no strength to compete in front of him. It was just roughly estimated that his casual grab could have at least a thousand kilograms of strength, and he had reached the third level of physical cultivation. But at this moment, he couldn't think much, and suddenly let go and took a step back to avoid the fist behind him, turned his head and swept coldly.

Wang Shaoyang sneered, "The reaction is quite fast. No wonder he has the courage to steal the woman he likes!" His punch failed, and the ruthless look in his eyes had not faded, but it became a little stronger!

Mo Yu said: "Let the merchant father and daughter go, I will let you go today."

"What a big tone, you save your life first, and then care about their life or death!" Wang Shaoyang roared, and he stepped on the ground and trembled violently. His figure quickly approached his arm and raised it as if he had opened a large bow and smashed it down! The muscles of his arm swirled quickly and tensed, and the entire arm suddenly thickened, and the power burst out was almost doubled! Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid, and he had tried his best to take action at this moment! The sound of the fist roared, and before he could fall, he could feel the powerful power in it!

Mo Yu reached forward and grabbed Wang Shaoyang's fist, which was as thick and hard as iron stone! His body paused slightly, and the powerful force of the fist was knocked down. His eyes looked straight into Wang Shaoyang's eyes and slowly spoke, "Things are over!"

Wang Shaoyang's muscles were shaking, and blue veins all over his body swelled up. He poured all his strength, but his white palm was like iron pliers and could not break free at all. His eyes turned red quickly, and he was breathing heavily between his mouth and nose. "Don't think about it!" With a low roar, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Mo Yu's calf. If he kicked the leg bone, he might be kicked off directly. He acted extremely ruthlessly!

A sharp light flashed in Mo Yu's eyes. He raised his hand and threw Wang Shaoyang out with a trembling sound. The loud "boom" knocked the earth wall and fell into the yard.

"Young Master!" Several strong men in the yard changed their faces and hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up from the blocks of soil.

"Get out!" Wang Shaoyang roared angrily and kicked a strong man beside him to the ground. Just looking at his twisted and deformed calf, he knew that this leg was considered useless.

Mo Yu looked at the strong man who was constantly rolling in the screaming on the ground, and his eyes became colder, "I don't want to cause trouble. The last sentence, take your people away immediately."

Shang Lingling ran out of the room, she helped Shang Nan up, and the two retreated aside, their eyes fell on Mo Yu but were full of bitterness. This is Wang Family Castle, and the Wang Family is the sky. Wang Shaoyang has always been domineering. How could he stop easily after suffering a great loss today!

"Boy, no matter who you are, I want you to die!" Wang Shaoyang kicked a piece of earth wall on the ground with a low roar, and his figure followed him and rushed forward.

Mo Yu reached out and slapped the soil to break it, but Wang Shaoyang's figure had been lost in front of him. He thought to himself that something was wrong, and he felt a slight pain in his spine behind him. Then a powerful force came, causing him to stagger forward for several steps. He suddenly looked back and saw Wang Shaoyang holding a few rags in his hand. His face suddenly became extremely ugly! If it weren't for the sharp increase in strength after being tempered by strange hot power, the one who grabbed the shattered hand would be his spine. Even if he didn't die, he would become a conscious disabled person in his lower body!

"Hehe, it's so hard, but next time I will crush your throat, see if you can block it!" Wang Shaoyang smiled grimly and pressed against his body again.

Mo Yu took a breath, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were cold.

Wang Shaoyang's speed suddenly accelerated and directly flashed into the blind spot of his vision.

Mo Yu's pupils contracted slightly, and his energy was highly concentrated. His movements seemed to slow down a lot. A nearly instinctive feeling surged into his heart, allowing him to instantly grasp Wang Shaoyang's direction of attack.

Here!

Mo Yu had no reason to believe the response formed by the struggle of life and death since childhood! He did not look back and raised his hand directly, forcibly slapped the claws that were already close to him by a slight difference!

The bloodthirsty intention in Wang Shaoyang suddenly froze. Obviously, he didn't expect Mo Yu to see through his steps and judge the attack direction in advance. His wrist bone stinged. Even if he didn't look at him, he knew that the fascia outside the bone had been torn. But the worst thing was that the powerful force transmitted disrupted his body's center of gravity, and the steps under his feet were immediately broken! He also reacted very quickly, using the force to quickly retreat and quickly pulled away from Mo Yu. As long as there was another pause, he could stabilize the center of gravity and accelerate retreating in an instant.

But at this moment, Mo Yu suddenly turned around, and his cold eyes fell directly on Wang Shaoyang, which made him feel cold, and his steps were a little stagnant. Mo Yu grabbed his mistake with a sharp finger, kicked the ground and left a deep footprint. The straight line speed of his body instantly burst out was astonishingly fast. He grabbed Wang Shaoyang's arm, and shook him hard and smashed him hard to the ground!
Chapter completed!