005 First Soul Fighter Level 9

"Mo Jian, Mo Jian, your shit luck is really good! The immortal seven elders are actually willing to make an elder blood oath for you! But my mind is not in vain, and you can only jump for more than two months. At that time, you and the seven elders will die!"

Zhou Zhao's eyes were grim, sitting lazily in the room, quietly waiting for the good news.

He has never hated anyone as much as he hated Mo Jian. As the grandson of the elder, plus the best youth of the whole tribe, one of the three rune masters. It can be imagined that after a few years, the position of tribal elder must be his.

But since the disaster star Mo Jian came to the tribe, it has brought several huge disasters that almost exterminate the clan.

This is not a tight one. What angered Zhou Zao the most was that the most beautiful little pupil of the whole tribe, the beautiful girl he planned to marry at the age of 16, was stained by Mo Jian at the age of 13. Although he didn't know what the two did that night, Zhou Zhao stubbornly thought that Xiaotong had enjoyed Mo Jian's ruined flowers and willows.

And until now, the two are still hooked up.

Every time he saw the two walk together, Zhou Zhao couldn't wait to pinch Mo Jian to death. But on the one thing, it is hindering the rules of the tribe, and on the other, for the position of the future elder, on the surface, you have to be patient, so as not to be said to be intolerant.

At this moment, Zhou Jing, with a blue nose and a swollen face, trembled his lips, staggered in and cried, "Brother, you want to avenge me..."

The injury was very exaggerated, and his face was almost half swollen than usual, especially his lips, biting two pieces of fat with blood. Zhou Zhao almost didn't recognize his own brother. How many hands did he have to hit like this?

"What's the matter? Who did it?"

"Don't work hard! Don't work hard! He was suddenly so powerful that Gang and I, four of whom were not his opponents at all, were beaten like this. Brother, you must avenge me..." Zhou Jing screamed sadly.

"Don't work hard!" Zhou Zhao flashed a grim look in his eyes and said to himself, "Suddenly it's awesome? How can a zero soul line make you like this?

After a pause, he said coldly, "Don't worry, I will let Mo work hard to get out of the Long River tribe like a dog!"

Xiaotong is already a remnant flower and willow, and Zhou Zhao naturally looks down on it. But even Cai Xiliu, the third princess of the Eight Kings, seems to have his own eyes on Mo Jian.

In Zhou Zao's opinion, if the whole Changhe tribe says that there is another person worthy of Cai Xiliu, it is definitely himself. If this woman is subdued, Qingyun is just around the corner. He was very attentive to Cai Xiliu and never thought that the other party was extremely indifferent to him. Ten times he asked for a meeting, but nine times he was stopped outside the door.

To Zhou Zao's anger, he found several times that Cai Xiliu hid by Hu Yanglin and quietly looked at Mo Jian's archery. The light in his eyes was very bright.

Under the new hatred and old hatred, Mo Jian must be eliminated, and let him get out of the Changhe tribe without face. Let Cai Xiliu have a look. This is just a waste and garbage!

"Brother, what are you going to do? There are rules in the tribe. You can't take action directly to Mo Jian!" Zhou Jing said in a hurry.

Zhou Zhao said slowly, "I can't take action against him, but what if he does something?"

Zhou Jing's eyes lit up: "Brother, you mean..."

Zhou Zhao sneered and said in a low voice. Zhou Jing's swollen face showed excitement and clap his hands and shouted, "Brother, this plan is wonderful!"

Zhou Zhao nodded, with a look of longing in his eyes, and said lightly, "Mo Jian will be removed, and the little pupil belongs to you. The third princess will definitely distinguish between good and coed. Sooner or later, she will be conquered by me.

......

Mo Jian stayed in the room. Jiuque Glass God Leaf suggested that the remaining 1,000 effective shots had to wait until three days later.

For the past six years, I have practiced hard and never stopped. Now I suddenly have a three-day vacation, but I don't know what to do, and my whole body is uncomfortable.

He bowed with the black horn all morning. When the sun was in full swing, Mo Jian went to the canteen.

This is the time for the tribe to distribute rations every day, a magic fruit, a Jingyuan fruit, lunch and dinner. As for breakfast, the tribe is poor and everyone can't eat it.

The canteen is very large, with ten stone tables ten meters long, with neat bowls on it and everyone's name written next to it. Before the canteen opened, corresponding rations had been distributed in everyone's bowls.

Mo Jian squeezed his lips, and there was nothing in his bowl. In the bowls of several people next to him, there was a magic fruit and a Jingyuan fruit.

"Is it the tribe that won't give me food?" Mo Jian was a little bitter. He was about to leave, but he heard a strange voice saying, "Don't work hard. Don't have anything to eat. Are you hungry?"

It was Zhou Jing who was beaten last night.

Zhou Zao followed him, with a cold smile on the corners of his mouth and a provocative look at Mo Jian. He has reached the ninth level of the soul, with the dual professional skills of a first-class pilot and a first-class rune master, which is very prestigious in the tribe.

Mo Jian ignored it and turned around and left.

But Zhou Jing said strangely, "Mo Ruan, don't you dare to say anything when you see my brother? Your food is here. Do you want to eat it? If you want to eat, come and get it!"

I don't know when he started to give Mo Jian a nickname and became one of the pleasures of tribal teenagers. Of course, the most deeply rooted in people's hearts is Mo' hard work. In addition, there are Mo Ruan, Mo Disaster Star, Mo hooligan, etc.

Zhou Jing held a large bowl in his hand and poured the half-cut magic ling and Jingyuan fruit bones to the ground.

Mo Jian's eyes were cold. It seemed that the tribe did not stop supplying food. This was the food sent to him and was intercepted by Zhou Jing.

"You cut off my food rations!" Mo Jian said coldly. If the tribe is not divided, there is nothing to say. Now that it's divided, you must take it back.

The Long River tribe is poor, so food is especially precious. It is a great crime to spoil food, such as Zhou Jing pouring rations on the ground at this moment.

Zhou Jing has already shouted: "Don't be dissatisfied with the tribe's halving his ration supply and openly spoiling food!" Look at it, everyone!"

At this time, it was the peak of the flow of people, and hundreds of people gathered around in a blink of an eye. Previously, more than a dozen people have seen Zhou Jing spoil the food, but no one said anything. Instead, they shouted with the enemy: "The tribal rations are so nervous that they are still waste it. It's a heinous crime. Teach him a lesson!"

"Kight him to death! Brother Zhou, teach this bastard a lesson!" The teenagers were full of righteous indignation and shouted loudly.

Mo Jian understood that this was clearly the trap that Zhou Jing specially set for himself after being beaten last time.

Adults and minors distribute different food and receive them separately, but at this moment, Zhou Zao is next to Zhou Jing.

A grim look flashed in Zhou Zhao's eyes: "Mo Jian, you are really unforgivable to waste food. Today, I must teach you a good lesson and let you know the preciousness of food!"

Mo Jian's eyes slowly became cold, staring straight at Zhou Zhao without saying a word.

The tribe encourages minors to compete and adults to compete, but adults are absolutely forbidden to deal with underage children. But there is one exception, when a child commits an accident, he can be punished.

"If you kneel down and plead guilty, I won't beat you and hand you over to the elder!" Zhou Zhao said deliberately.

"Brother Zhou, don't talk nonsense with him and teach him a lesson!" The teenagers shouted again.

"Come on!" Mo Jian gritted his teeth and took out the black-horn bow.

Zhou Zhao is a ninth-order cultivation of the soul, but I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with.

"Haha... I'm right. Mo worked hard to take out the broken bow, and he dared to take action on Brother Zhou!"

"Brother Zhou is the ninth-level cultivation of the soul. Even if he doesn't resist, his broken arrow can't hurt a hair. This fool, the brain of archery is flooded..."

Not to mention the Changhe tribe, even in the whole plane, soul power practice is the right way, and everything else is crooked magic and garbage. Of course, soul skills are an exception, but Mo hard work is a waste with zero soul lines. His archery and soul skills are 108,000 miles worse.

Zhou Zhao slowly walked to Mo Jian with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth and hit Mo Jian's stomach heavily.

"Good shot! Good job..."

The teenagers cheered happily and didn't seem to see Zhou Zhao's sneak attack. Zhou Jing secretly clenched his fist, and there was a light of excitement in his eyes.

Mo Jian bent slightly and his face turned pale.

Zhou Zhao was slightly shocked. He is already the ninth-level cultivation of the soul, with strong soul power and physical strength, at least 600 catties. Although this punch hurt Mo Jian, his fist was like hitting the stem of a hard poplar tree, and his knuckles hurt.

Mo Jian's eyes were colder, and he spit out three words in a low voice: "You attack!"

Put an arrow, pull the bow, aim...

In the blink of an eye, the black-horned bow has been pulled into a full moon, and the tip of the black arrow is motionless at Zhou Zhao's forehead.

Although Mo Jian's cold eyes and the black-horned bow pulled into a full moon had not been released, the sharp and explosive horror made Zhou Zhao's heart tremble at that time, and he remembered the second-order beast golden claw lion he met last year for no reason.

After Zhou Zhao retreated, the afterglow of his eyes suddenly noticed the beautiful figure in the distance and looked at himself meaningfully. It was Cai Xiliu, who was wearing a fiery red tights and sexy, immediately became hot.

How can you make a fool of yourself in front of a beauty!

Today is a great time to beat Mo Jian into a pig's head in front of Cai Xiliu!

The slight fear in his heart disappeared in an instant, and Zhou Zhao scolded coldly, "Mo Jian, I'll show you the gap between us!"

Launched a flying technique, and the body was like a gust of wind. It was still here just now, and the next moment it was a few meters away.

"Wo! Wheops! ..."

Fully launched a flying technique, and Zhou Zhao, who was about to come over to show his power, found that he had no way to avoid the arrows shot by Mo Jian.

Zhou Zhao hurriedly stimulated his soul power, but it was too late.

The next moment, three arrows shot accurately on Zhou Zao's thighs and shoulders.

The black arrow is like shooting on steel and falling in response.

Although it did not hurt his body, the slight tingling still made Zhou Zhao's heart tremble. This archery is so sharp that if Mo Jian has soul power, he will have to suffer a big loss.

Mo Jian sighed in his heart. The ninth level of the soul and the soul line are zero, and the gap is like a gap. I don't have the soul power yet, and I can't hurt Zhou Zhao at all. Once Zhou Zhao is freed, he will be bad.

"Wo!"

The next moment, the black arrow shot into Zhou Zhao's eyes very quickly. No matter how strong the soul is and how strong the body is, the eyes are not so beaten.

Zhou Zhao clearly saw that the black arrow shot straight into his eyes like thunder, and his soul was suddenly scattered. He covered his hand, turned his head, and urged a flying skill to escape.

"This method is really good!"

Seeing that the effect is very good, Mo Jian is not polite. The black-horned bow pulled into a full moon. Whenever Zhou Zhao rushed to him, he immediately shot an arrow in his eyes, which was fierce and accurate.

The teenagers were stunned. Although the arrow in Mo Jian's hand could not hurt Brother Zhou, it forced him to fight back.

Cai Xiliu Miao's eyes in the distance stared at the arrow shot by Mo Jian without blinking, and his eyes showed incomparable fasation.

Zhou Zhao is very angry. Mo Jian is also a native of the tribe, and he can't use killing methods such as runes.

If you continue to be so stalemate, you will eventually lose face to yourself.

Then he saw Cai Xiliu's wonderful eyes staring at Mo Jian, shining brightly and suddenly furious. He scolded angrily, "Mo Jian! Since you are disove of discipline, I have nothing to say about the following crimes! It's really confusing for a person like you to exchange their lives for seven elders.

"What is life for?" Mo Jian was shocked.

It was clear that Mo Jian still didn't know the inside story. How could Zhou Zao let go of this act of sprinkling salt on the wound? He immediately laughed wildly and said, "You have been sentenced to burning prison by the tribe! The seven elders will return your life at the cost of the blood oath of the elders. In more than two months, the seven elders who have been defending you will die. I would like to see how long you can be rampant!"

Mo Jian's body trembled, his face turned pale, and he stepped back a few steps.