Han Mo left the college conference building and rushed to the dormitory directly. When he arrived at Long Kong's dormitory, Long Kong had already returned. Looking at Long Kong's chest tightly wrapped, a trace of bitterness flashed in Han Mo's heart. This was not the first time Long Kong was injured because of himself. Looking at Long Kong who was thinking about him with his eyes closed, Han Mo sighed deeply.

"Han Mo?" Qianxun, who came out with something, saw Han Mo standing in his dormitory, immediately greeted him happily.

Long Kong and Long Kui and others in the dormitory all came out after hearing the sound. Seeing Han Mo coming back, Long Kui looked over and said, "Han Mo, has my grandfather made things difficult for you?"

Han Mo smiled and shook his head, "No, your grandfather just asked me some questions."

Long Kui nodded when she heard this. Seeing that Han Mo didn't seem to have anything to do, she had to give up and stop asking.

"Long Kong, how are you?" Han Mo looked at Long Kong with apologetic expression. If it weren't for his own Long Kong, he wouldn't have been hurt. Now I'm really sorry for Long Kong.

Seeing Han Mo's appearance, Long Kong knew what Han Mo meant without thinking, and smiled indifferently and said, "What are you saying? I'm fine. Why are you brothers doing this? Don't you think I'm a brother?"

"Of course, I, Han Mo, will talk here today. If you have any needs in the future, I, Han Mo, will never frown." Han Mo said and patted his chest, with an extremely serious expression.

"Okay, Long Kong will believe you, Han Mo, do you know that there are so many new students here this time, and many of them from my hometown." Qianxun said as he took Han Mo's arm, his face laughing very happily.

Han Mo smiled awkwardly when he heard this. The touch from his arms made Han Mo tremble in his heart. His eyes turned, and he suddenly clapped his hands suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, saying, "I have something to discuss with Han Ji, and I almost forgot it. Look at my memory." After that, Han Mo waved his hand to everyone and said, "I'm here if I have time." After that, he ran out and left everyone in the same place for some reason.

"Han Mo, why are you doing so urgently? The dean didn't make things difficult for you?" Han Ji asked in confusion as he looked at Han Mo who rushed into the dormitory.

"No, it's okay." Han Mo looked back in a frightened manner, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one followed him, and slowly closed the door.

"What's wrong? Is anyone chasing you?" Han Ji asked in confusion.

"It's okay." Han Mo could only answer this way. If this kind of thing was said, Han Mo was embarrassed, and hesitated and looked at Han Ji and asked, "Han Ji, the Academy League is about to begin. Are you interested in participating?"

"League?" Han Mo murmured after hearing this, then smiled and said, "Why am I participating in that? I'm wasting my time. There are so many people participating. My strength is not enough to join in the fun."

"It's okay, I'll ask, I should participate." Han Mo said with a faint smile.

"Are you participating?" Han Ji asked in surprise when he heard this. Although Han Mo's strength is good, it is not much in the academy. Although Han Mo has already challenged people with strong strength, his foundation is still a dual martial artist. Why does it feel a bit boring to participate in the competition?

Looking at Han Ji's eyes, Han Mo gave Han Ji helplessly: "What's wrong, can't I participate? Is it ugly or something?"

"No, if you can definitely participate in the beauty pageant, you look like a girl." Han Ji suddenly laughed loudly after saying that, and turned around and glanced at Han Mo's gloomy look and laughed even harder, then he even laughed with his stomach.

"You keep laughing, I'm going to practice." Han Mo looked at Han Ji who was laughing endlessly and said helplessly. He turned around and walked into his dormitory, meditating cross-legged.

Han Mo held a magic core in one hand, and the magic magic skill quietly started to move up. As the exercises were operated, the magic core energy in Han Mo's hand slowly poured into his body with his hands.

The Huatian Kung Fu is worthy of being a martial art that even Tianlu is extremely admired. It is the first time I heard that someone wanted to practice the energy in the magic core directly before, but because it was too difficult to propose, no one has practiced in this way. Alchemists also use the most medicine to refine the magic core and pills, which will take more time.

There is no time to practice. Han Mo has passed several days in his unknowingly practice. Han Mo can only vaguely feel that the sky outside is getting dark and dark and it has been repeated three times. It must have been three days.

Han Mo did not intend to withdraw from meditation. Yesterday, Han Mo felt the threshold of the Three Yuan Martial Arts Master, but Han Mo chose to stop. During this day, Han Mo had been gathering fighting spirit, and the magic cores prepared in advance in the ring disappeared one by one, and in the end, only the two in Han Mo's hand remained.

As time passed by minute by minute, Han Mo could vaguely feel the movement outside. It must be that the league opening ceremony was about to be held, and Long Kui and the others came to call themselves.

"Don't rush in for me." Han Mo thought with some concern in his heart that if someone interrupted meditation at this critical moment, the hard work of these three days would be in vain.

"It's almost done, I won't break through this time, and I'll practice it." Han Mo thought excitedly, and came to the bottleneck again. He moved the fighting spirit in his body without hesitation, rushed towards the bottleneck. Then he heard a "pop" sound that seemed to be non-existent. Han Mo was stunned. After a while, his tense body slowly relaxed, exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.

Feeling the ever-filled fighting spirit, Han Mo's lips raised slightly, and he didn't expect to break through to the Sanyuan Martial Arts so easily.

“Huh…huh…”

Han Mo swung two circles into the void, and the friction between his fists and the air brought out two fists. He nodded with satisfaction. The three-yuan martial artist and the two-yuan martial artist are indeed different. Now Han Mo is confident to fight the five-yuan martial artist head-on and undefeated. Of course, the premise is that the other party does not master powerful combat skills.

"The Nine Heavens Divine Sword and Xuanyun Jue are both very skilled. It seems that I need to find an opportunity to experiment." Han Mo said to himself, then turned around and walked out of the dormitory.

After leaving the dormitory, it was as Han Mo guessed. Long Kui and Zi Yan had been waiting in the living room for a long time. When they saw Han Mo coming out, they surrounded him.

Seeing this, Han Ji and Long Kong reluctantly arched their shoulders. I really don’t know why Han Mo is so popular. Although Han Mo is handsome, Long Kong and Han Ji are not bad either. People will be so angry.
Chapter completed!