Chapter 28 Breaking up!
Looking at Zhang Tie with a smile on his face, Yin Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

If Zhang Tie knew that Master Mo would train him into a human puppet during this trip, I wonder if he would still be able to laugh.

"Yin Mo, how is your training going?"

Old Mo glanced at Yin Mo and forced a smile onto his wrinkled face.

Yin Mo bowed and said respectfully: "I'm lucky. I just reached the fourth level!"

Hearing this, Old Mo's eyes fixed and he stared at Yin Mo.

"Give me your hand, let me see it!"

As he spoke, Mr. Mo impatiently grabbed Yin Mo's arm.

Feel it carefully.

Then he showed a happy expression and said, "Yin Mo, come to my room tonight and I will teach you the fifth level of skills!"

"Thank you, Mr. Mo!"

Yin Mo pretended to be happy and bowed to express his gratitude.

Seeing Yin Mo's reaction, Old Mo nodded in satisfaction. Then he looked at Zhang Tie, handed him a book, and said perfunctorily, "This is the complete manual of Elephant Armor Kung Fu. Take it and read it!"

Zhang Tie, who had obtained the complete version of Elephant Armor Skill, left happily.

As soon as he returned to the house, Han Li hurried over.

"Brother Mo, you and Master Mo told me that you have broken through to the fourth level of Qi training?"

Han Li was worried, because he knew that Mr. Mo had ulterior motives and was planning something.

In the past two years, Master Mo had constantly urged the two to practice, and asked them to report to him immediately after they broke through the fourth level.

Han Li knew that Yin Mo had broken through to the sixth level of Qi training a long time ago and was about to break through to the seventh level.

I have never told Mr. Mo, but I don’t know why Yin Mo is so abnormal now.

Yin Mo smiled faintly, looked at the worried Han Li, and said: "I am now at the sixth level of Qi training, he can't do anything to me!"

"It's time to break up!"

It turns out that Master Mo was the "thought" teacher that Yin Mo left for Han Li, otherwise he would not have kept him until now.

Zhang Tie is still useful, and Yin Mo doesn't want him to die at the hands of Old Mo.

Han Li looked at Yin Mo deeply and said, "In that case, I will also tell him that I have broken through to the fourth level of Qi training!"

"So good!"

Yin Mo nodded, his lips slightly raised: "It can be regarded as repaying the kindness of Master Mo for teaching me the Dharma."

Night falls and the wind blows coldly.

It snowed today, and the falling snowflakes covered the Shenshou Valley with a layer of silver frost.

Han Li and Yin Mo pushed open the door of Mr. Mo's room.

In the pitch-black room, there was only a flickering candlelight, making it extremely dim.

The old and frail Mr. Mo lay on a wooden chair, rocking gently.

Looking at the two children who appeared in the house, a smile appeared on his withered face.

"Cough cough!"

Old Mo coughed lightly and breathed heavily, but his eyes were extremely bright.

He stared at the two of them with undisguised greed in his eyes.

"Mr. Mo, you are in a good mood today!"

Yin Mo smiled slightly, looked at the incense burner on the table, and said, "Sandalwood is even lit, but is there something mixed in it?"

Mo Lao's face was slightly tense, then he looked at Yin Mo and said with a smile: "You really are worthy of being my good disciple. You even discovered the colorless and odorless soul-loving incense!"

As he spoke, he clapped his hands lightly and stood up.

Suddenly, his face turned ferocious and he yelled: "Hey!"

Han Li only felt a "boom" in his ears, and then his eyes went dark. The sky was dark and the earth was dim, and his body seemed to lose balance.

At the same time, Yin Mo, who was standing by, saw this, closed his eyes slightly and pretended to faint.

The next step is up to Han Li himself.

"Boy, you are still a little immature!"

Seeing Han Li faint, Doctor Mo quickly stepped forward, landed in front of Han Li, stretched out his index finger, and pointed it towards Han Li.

If the acupoints were pressed, the winner would be decided. Han Li's spiritual power flowed down, and he struggled to stand up.

He raised his right hand, and with a crackling sound, a blazing fireball condensed out of thin air.

Fire bomb technique.

"How can you cast spells!!!"

The moment he saw the spell, Mr. Mo's expression changed instantly.

At the same time, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "Hurry up and kill him. We will each take one of the two bodies!"

Mo Lao's face turned cold, and he no longer held back. He raised his hands, with a hint of obsession in his eyes.

Then he murmured, "Devil Silver Hand!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura suddenly burst out from his body, and the fireball condensed by the fire bomb technique in Han Li's hand also shook like a candle flame.

"Hey, kid, you are lucky enough to witness my famous skill, the Magic Silver Hand."

Old Mo spoke arrogantly, his voice buzzing in Han Li's ears.

He raised his hands and pointed his elbows upwards. His skinny arms suddenly expanded rapidly as if they were inflated.

What was even more surprising was that the originally dry and yellow skin had now turned into a silvery white color, reflecting a cold metallic luster. It seemed indestructible, as if it were made of real silver.

"This is Dr. Mo's true strength!"

Seeing this, Han Li's heart sank, and he immediately threw out the fire bomb in his hand.

The fire bomb technique is extremely powerful, enough to burn Mo Lao to death.

The prerequisite is that the fire bomb can hit the target.

With a "bang", Mo Lao's figure shook and he was already in the air.

He waved his giant silver palm and pounced towards Han Li.

Han Li saw that he was better and knew that he could not gain any leverage in the air, so he quickly threw out the fire bomb in his hand.

The fire bomb technique was extremely fast and turned into a blazing fireball, arriving in front of Mo Lao's chest.

Old Mo gave a sinister laugh, stepped his right foot on the beam, and leaped away to avoid the attack.

At the same time, its giant silver palm had already fallen on Han Li's shoulder.

A powerful force instantly knocked Han Li back dozens of meters.

Han Li's face turned pale, his mouth slightly opened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing Han Li collapsed on the ground, Doctor Mo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and took out a box lid with several silver blades on it.

The Yin Blade is the size of a dagger and is half-moon shaped.

Looking at Doctor Mo who was approaching step by step with a silver blade in his hand, Han Li's pupils shrank slightly, knowing that his life or death was unpredictable today.

But it would be worth it if I could die together with Mo Ge'er.

Just as Han Li was sighing, Doctor Mo raised the strange blade high.

With a "swish" sound, the sharp blade instantly fell on his left shoulder.

The strange thing is that there was not a single drop of blood flowing out.

Doctor Mo moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye he had stabbed his entire body with the remaining strange knives.

There were seven sharp blades in total, piercing into Mr. Mo's shoulders, legs, and lower abdomen.

"Buzz!"

As buzzing sounds were heard, wisps of black mist continued to pour out of the wound.

The ghost fog wrapped around Mo Lao's face, constantly transforming into tentacles that continued to extend across his face.

Doctor Mo pinched his hands and made a spell, and shouted, "Seven Ghosts Devouring Souls!"

In an instant, thick ghost fog instantly enveloped Doctor Mo.

From the outside, it was impossible to tell what was going on.

Half a cup of tea later, a strong man in his thirties walked out of the ghost fog.

And from his familiar features, it can be seen that this is Doctor Mo when he was young.

"Han Li, I want your body!"

Just as a ball of light flew out of Mr. Mo's mind, Yin Mo had already stood up, staring at the scene in front of him with great interest.

(End of this chapter)