Yun Mo's fist style is very hard, coming in a fierce manner, but the lower plate is very stable, with no flaws at all, and it is not like the people who say they are lazy and lazy. Miankui Shiro silently commented in his heart.

Miankui Silang turned slightly calmly, and he was a little lazy, avoiding the fist wind. Yun Mo was not discouraged before the blow was heavy, and his steps were not messy at all, and he was steady.

After three moves, Miankui Silang also found out how much Yun Mo had. This kid had reached the third level of the acquired world. His bone age was less than seventeen, and he was really a genius.

Miankui Shiro was surprised and also felt a little enthusiastic.

He also wants a genius apprentice.

"Boy, the three moves have passed, I won't let you go." Miankui Silang shouted.

Yun Mo seemed to feel a little ecstatic from Miankui Siro's voice.

It is so happy to bully the younger generation and bully the weak.

Yun Mo was not polite: "Who uses you to make it!"

Miankui Shiro is not angry at all, and geniuses need a little temper and arrogance.

The fighting spirit was in full swing, and the two of them pulled up the soft swords inserted on the shelf.

Mid-crazy Silang is indeed not a false reputation, but his powerful sword intent is coming towards Yun Mo with the pressure.

Yun Mo shook his wrist, took a step forward, and put all his strength on his hands. The soft sword roared with a "buzzing" sword, and he rushed towards Mian Kuang Siro.

It is better to bend than bend, but it is unparalleled.

Mian Kuang Silang's sword technique flows smoothly, and with a "choke", the sword body collided.

Yun Mo's soft sword was defeated, and it broke with a "clang" sound.

Miankui Shiro retracted his sword and said, "Boy, you lost!" He smiled and inserted the soft sword horizontally on the bamboo rack.

Yun Mo bowed: "I'm giving up."

Miankui Siro was trying to comfort this genius boy and ask others that there are other people and that there are heavens.

Yun Mo was not depressed at all, and was full of momentum: "What I have more than my predecessors is just time and age. In a few years, I will definitely reach the height of my predecessors. Then the one who admits defeat will not be lowered."

Miankui Shiro thought that it was the person he liked, Miankui Shiro was very proud.

"Boy, I'm not old and I'm not very young!" Miankui Shiro said, "Then I'll wait for you!"

Miankui Shiro added: "If you change your mind and want to come back to find me, I'll be waiting for you here."

Yun Mo insisted on Nanshan not looking back and said firmly: "Senior, I have made up my mind and will never regret it."

In fact, this loss was intentional. Otherwise, if he used a series of martial arts such as Dugu Nine Swords, Mian Kuang Silang, whose cultivation level was suppressed to the third level of the acquired sky, would be no match for him.

But Yun Mo would definitely not do this. He didn't want to show off. What if Yimian Kuang Silang saw that he was so genius and insisted on taking him. So the martial arts he learned in the Central Plains were useless, it was just a simple confrontation.

Miankui Shiro still felt a little sorry. How could such an excellent child be so uneasy?

He decided to take the warm route and gradually soften Yunmo's defense.

Stay together often, what if Yun Mo's mind changes, Mian Kuang Silang thought secretly.

"Hehe, by the way. What bag were you just talking about?" Mian Kuang Siro raised the topic.

Yun Mo said: "It's Dayun Soup Bun."

Yun Mo didn't want to learn the magic sword technique, but he really wanted to eat and drink at Miankui Silang's house.

When I thought of the delicious stewed beef, my saliva was about to flow down again.

Miankui Silang was very proud when he saw Yun Mo's greed.

Come on, let my cooking skills conquer you.

Miankuai Silang said: "I am also very interested in cooking. Let's try the big cloud soup dumpling you just mentioned."

Yun Mo nodded and said yes.

The two of them studied happily in the room.

The soup sprinkle rolled out by Yun Mo couldn't even poke through the chopsticks. I was very upset.

I really don’t know how the soup skin is made as thin as a cicada’s wings.

The yellow crab meat inside is red and the red beef is more crystal clear.

He can eat ten cages of prepared Dayun soup buns at one time. After returning to the Central Plains, he can give Xue Ji a try.

Xue Ji, Xue Ji, he remembered Xue Ji again, this damn lovesickness.

After Miankui Silang squeezed the meat filling, he looked up and saw Yun Mo's appearance of being indifferent. The soup and foreskin under his hands had long been turned into pieces, and Yun Mo was still rubbing it unconsciously.

Miankui Shiro laughed and said, "Boy, who do you want?"

Yun Mo couldn't help but: "I'm thinking of Xue Ji."

As soon as he said that, Yun Mo glared at Miankui Silang fiercely, and the old man actually used a fraud.

Miankui Silang was extremely proud. He looked at Yun Mo's resentful little eyes without any shame: "This is what you said by yourself, and I didn't force you."

Yun Mo said: "You are disrespectful to the old man and steal other people's privacy."

Miankui Shiro smiled and continued to ask, "You can tell me?"

Miankui Siro's face was full of gossip.

Yun Mo knew that some little girls would be very gossipy, but for the first time I met a middle-aged man who was so gossipy, Yun Mo thought that Miankui Silang must be proficient in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, otherwise how could he be so proficient in the gossip skills?

Yun Mo did not answer, and Miankui Silang harassed him.

Yun Mo said helplessly: "Xueji is a very beautiful, kind and excellent girl..."

Miankui Shiro really wants to dig deep into the love history of a genius boy.

Yun Mo said there was nothing to say about.

Looking at the unshakable skin rolled under his hands, Yun Mo felt aroused.

"Senior, I'll go out first, later."

The monk Mid-crazy Silang Erzhang couldn't touch his mind, and this kid ran away as fast as a rabbit.

Yun Mo jumped and rolled in the air, and arrived at Ishihara Mansion a few times.

He doesn't know how to cover it, but he can borrow a few.

The Ishihara mansion was strictly guarded, and the number of guards was twice as high as before.

Ishihara has encountered countless assassinations recently. For the sake of his life safety, he has managed his mansion like an iron bucket, not to mention recruiting many disciples from the Yanagi Xinyin Sect to take charge of him.

For Yun Mo, no matter how strong his defense is, there are flaws, and the iron bucket can still knock down a piece alive.

The guards were patrolling, and Yun Mo did not dare to wander too much.

Yun Mo chose a place with the weakest defense. He hid in the dark, hit the guards with stones, and successfully led the soldiers away.

He smiled secretly and jumped into the Ishihara family compound.

Relying on his sensitive nose, he quickly found the Ishihara Kitchen.

The masters in the kitchen were busy, and Lord Ishihara would come back for lunch later, so they dare not delay.

Yun Mo hid behind the door and waited for the opportunity. There were so many people in the kitchen that it was impossible to knock them out, which would inevitably cause panic.

At this time, a servant came over.

Yun Mo stood up straight and looked straight without looking sideways.

The servant looked at him and asked, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you?"

Yunmo was very calm.

"I am the newly transferred guard from Lord Ishihara, who is responsible for the safety of the kitchen. What's wrong with you?"

Yun Mo was pretending to behave, and he had a bit of momentum. The servants were all stunned.

The servant grinned: "It turns out that it is the new guard brother, I am polite here."

The servant introduced that he was running errands for one of Lord Ishihara's staff.
Chapter completed!