MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 109 training starts

  Chapter 109 Training begins

  The inner courtyard occupies a very large area and is built in the midst of high mountains, covering almost the entire Fulong Mountain Range.

  Among these numerous mountains, there are also many monsters living in them, and the strong ones even occupy the mountains as kings, roaring together in the mountains and forests.

   But it's not that the instructors in the inner court don't repair it, but that these random dangers in life are all part of promoting the growth of the inner court disciples.

   On the task wall of the Foreign Affairs Department, there are also many tasks that require students to hunt a certain monster, or collect some rare materials guarded by a powerful monster.

   It can be said that this monster in the Fulong Mountains is a captive existence in the inner courtyard.

   And Mo Fan chose a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters as a place for practicing retreat for Mo Qingkuang.

   This is a deep valley in the north of the Fulong Mountains.

  There are cold pools, waterfalls, trees and other beautiful scenery in the valley. The cliffs on three sides are soaring into the sky and steep vertically, but there is only one entrance, like a Jedi.

   This place is already in the extreme depths of the Fulong Mountains, surrounded by powerful monsters, and even a few of them have the existence of Wuzun-level powerhouses.

   Therefore, it is difficult for ordinary students to find out here. But this is just convenient for Mo's frivolous practice.

   Along the way, Mo Fan used the possession technique to rush on the road at a very high speed, creating such a beautiful environment, rare human presence, and relatively safe training place for Mo Qingkuang at the shortest speed.

   Seeing that there was no one around, Mo Fan faintly floated out of the ring and slowly solidified in mid-air.

  At this moment, his soul body has also changed a lot compared to when Mo frivolously first saw it.

  The body shape is more stable, and the soul body is also more solid. This is the effect of practicing the "Soul Cultivation Classic".

  After only practicing for such a short period of time, Mo Fan's soul strength at this time is not the same as before.

  He knew that the existence of "Cultivating Soul Sutra" was the condition for future resurrection.

   "Frivolous, haven't you always been curious about the **** training method? You still have one last chance to give up. Once you start, you will not stop within three months." Mo Fan looked at Mo Qingkuang and said lightly.

  Mo's frivolous eyes are firm: "Old Ancestor, I'm not afraid! Lin Yang can do it, so can I!"

  Mo Qingkuang's hatred for Lin Yang has never diminished. Lin Yang's existence will always be his inner demon. The scene of being defeated by Lin Yang's leapfrog at the beginning will always be vivid in his dreams every midnight.

  Lin Yang's talent is already higher than him, and he is guided by an unrivaled powerhouse. If he wants to compete with him, it will never be possible to practice step by step.

  Even if he defeated Lin Yang once in martial arts, it was due to the plan of his ancestor Mo Fan. In real combat strength, Mo Qingkuang is still not as good as Lin Yang.

   Therefore, Mo Qingkuang has always been concerned about the **** training method that Lin Yang used in the mouth of his ancestors.

  What Lin Yang can do, he will do, even better than Lin Yang!

   "In this case, from now on, carry this trunk on your body and start climbing the cliff!" Mo Fan nodded and pointed to a big tree not far away.

   He can understand Mo Qingkuang's determination. If it is about other things, Mo Qingkuang, a rich young man, might try to dodge tricks, but as long as it is about Lin Yang, Mo Qingkuang will never back down!

  The big tree was more than ten meters high, Mo Qingkuang obeyed Mo Fan's instructions and quickly swept away, using the palm of his hand as a knife to chop off the branches and leaves, leaving only the trunk slowly falling to the ground.

  The tree trunk was about the thickness of a person's arms, and it seemed to weigh at least a few hundred kilograms. It hit the ground and made a deep dent.

  Mo Qingkuang's face is a bit ugly, he has a wind attribute physique, his strength is not outstanding, and he is good at speed.

  Although he is a third-rank martial artist at any rate, it is not difficult to carry something that weighs several hundred catties, but it is extremely difficult to carry it up the cliff.

  He looked up at the almost vertical cliff. The rock wall was unexpectedly smooth, and there were not many footholds.

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and pick it up?" Seeing Mo Qingkuang standing there, Mo Fan urged, "This is the first step, you are afraid? I guess, Lin Yang has at least entered the second stage gone."

   Yes, it’s okay if Mo Fan doesn’t say anything. When Lin Yang is mentioned, Mo’s frivolous and flinching mood disappears instantly.

   Gritting his teeth, he put the tree trunk on his shoulders and began to rush towards the cliff.

   Mo Fan looked at Mo's frivolous look, couldn't help closing his eyes, and said silently: "One, two, three, down!"

   "Boom!" There was a loud noise, as if responding to Mo Fan's words, the tree trunk fell down.

  Mo frivolously carried the tree trunk, and within three steps up the wall, he fell down with the tree.

  Fortunately, Mo Qingkuang had quick eyesight and quick hands, let go of the tree trunk quickly, turned over and landed lightly, otherwise he would suffer some minor injuries.

  Mountain climbing is different from walking. The physical energy required to climb a mountain is several times that of walking.

   And this cliff is infinitely more difficult than climbing a mountain, not to mention that Mo frivolously needs to fix the tree trunk with his hands, and can only climb up with the strength of his feet.

  The trunk is not neatly cut, but one side is thicker and the other is thinner, and the weight of the two ends is not the same.

  Mo Qingkuang was able to stabilize him on the flat ground with the strength of the martial artist realm, and when he went up the slope, this was the biggest reason why he lost his balance.

"Pick it up and continue! From now on, don't let go of the tree trunk, even if you fall down, don't let go, he is a part of your body! If you fall, there is medicine here, don't waste it." Mo Fan looked at Mo Mo lightly. Frivolously, he pointed to the more than two hundred bottles of pills that were placed on the ground from the Sumeru Ring.

  Seeing Mo Fan's indifferent appearance, Mo Qingkuang swallowed the pleading words that just came to his lips.

   Pick up the trunk again and climb up.

   "Plop!" Again, before taking three steps, he fell down again.

  This time, Mo Qingkuang obeyed Mo Qingkuang's words, and did not let go of the tree trunk. He fell to the ground along with the tree trunk, shaking his whole body throbbing with pain.

"It's so stupid! How could I have such a stupid descendant like you?" Mo Fan stared at him with hatred, and cursed: "Are you a pig? If you climb like this, you will never pass this first stage in your life! "

   "Feel the balance of the trunk with your heart, and find the balance point between your body and the trunk! Only by exerting force from that point can you ensure that you will not fall!"

"Also, I told you not to let go of the tree trunk, and I didn't let you fall down like him. I have a few resurrection charms that can save your life again? Won't you find a way to find the point of strength again? Pick it up and continue !"

  Hearing Mo Fan's sudden swearing, Mo frivolously fell silent.

  The ancestor was really angry, and he also blamed himself for being too disappointing and disappointing the ancestor.

  But the fire in my heart is gradually ignited, Lin Yang has the advice of the medicine sage, and I also have the advice of my ancestors!

  In the previous battle in Buyi Mountain, the ancestor has fully proved that he is stronger than the medicine saint. If he is defeated by his own trash, then it should be too bad!

  Thinking of this, Mo Qingkuang's eyes gradually became sharper, and he walked towards the mountain wall again with the tree trunk on his back.

  (end of this chapter)