In the valley, outside the small thatched hut, a purple figure shuttled back and forth, with a fierce fist style. Each style was hit with a rumbling thunder sound. The purple figure surrounded by purple electric flowers, making a "crackling" sound.

The purple figure was Mo Ran, and he was playing the "green wood fist" taught by Mr. Fang.

As he was fighting, Mo Ran stopped and looked at the electric flowers shining on his palm, and fell into deep thought: "It's still wrong. Although it's much more powerful than the old man, there seems to be something wrong. There is no feeling that the old man could do whatever he wants at that time. It's not like this when the old man beats. It's completely a sense of elegance and vitality. Why does he make a destructive momentum by himself?"

In fact, this is not a surprise to Mo Ran. When Mr. Fang taught Mo Ran's boxing, because he had not yet cultivated his internal energy, he did not teach him the mental method used in conjunction with "Qingmu Fist". "Qingmu Fist" is a boxing technique with wood attributes. Of course, it is necessary to cooperate with it. In this way, only by using a boxing technique with vitality can one be used to produce a boxing technique with vitality. Furthermore, although "Qingmu Fist" is a boxing technique, boxing techniques are divided into two types: strong and gentle. Such boxing techniques with vitality are of course gentle.

However, Mo Ran's purple internal energy is fierce and domineering. Mo Ran uses the fierce and domineering purple internal energy to cooperate with the "Qingmu Fist". The two are simply out of place. How can they exert the momentum of Mr. Fang? This itself is awkward to "Qingmu Fist" and also wastes the fierce and domineering purple internal energy.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding his chin with his left hand, thinking about it for a long time, but there was no clue. He raised his right hand boredly, then put it down, and then raised it again. At this time, Mo Ran suddenly realized that a flame appeared in the middle of his palm just now, but it was just a flash in the pan and disappeared immediately.

"Huh? What was it just now? It seemed like a flame." This small change immediately attracted Mo Ran. He raised his palm again and put it down, nothing happened.

Luck, raise, put down,…

This was repeated many times. Just when Mo Ran was about to give up, the "Teng" flame appeared again. This time the flame appeared a little longer. Mo Ran saw clearly that a small ball of flame was floating on his palm, about the size of a thumb. A few slight electric flowers were surrounding the flames, which sounded "bang, snap", and disappeared again after a while.

"Can internal energy still be used like this?" As if you discovered a new continent, Mo Ran was lucky again and again and again, and wanted to summon the flames, but unfortunately the success rate was not high, and it took about ten times to succeed.

The "Teng" flame appeared again. Looking at the small flame, Mo Ran felt very novel: "This thing is quite fun." Mo Ran stretched out his left hand and pointed at the flame with his index finger. But he didn't know this. With a "peng", the flame exploded. The power of this explosion forced Mo Ran to retreat several steps.

"Damn! It's so powerful, but fortunately it's just a small ball. If it's a little bigger, I won't be injured." Mo Ran was startled.

"By the way!" Suddenly, there seemed to be something in Mo Ran's mind, and stood there blankly and thought: "If you can release a flame of the size of your palm and quietly hit the opponent when you encounter an enemy, and let the flame explode while hitting the opponent, then the opponent will have to be skinned even if he is not dead, and this move is not easy to defend against. No matter what, try first."

"Teng" summoned the flame again, and the internal energy of the right hand was circulating, covering the flame, and controlling it with all his strength, "Don't explode. Don't explode." He muttered silently in his heart, and slowly stretched out his index finger with his left hand.

"Boom~"

"Bao, this thing is really dangerous." It failed again, and Mo Ran stood there and didn't know what to do. Mo Ran was thinking suddenly remembered the young man who drove him down the valley. "No, he seemed to be able to control the flames in his hands at that time. Well, he could do it, so I could." Since he had established confidence, only hard practice was left. Obviously, this is a kind of subtle control of internal energy, and it would be impossible to succeed without long-term training.

In this way, Mo Ran tried again and again. He believed that as long as he persisted, he would always control the flame. By that time, this ability would become his biggest killer move.

Fifteen days later, Mo Ran could finally control the flames and prevent them from exploding in his palms. During these fifteen days, Mo Ran did not go to "Biluotianquan" to practice. With his current strength, it was difficult for "Biluotianquan" to help him improve. Therefore, he spent most of his time on the meticulous control of internal energy.

Now Mo Ran can condense the flame in his hand into the size of a baby's fist, and can easily summon both hands. On the thirteenth day, Mo Ran can already control the flame to explode within two meters around his body. Although he is not so skillful, his success rate still accounts for 80%. The 20% of the failure always occurs when he lacks internal energy. Mo Ran is still quite satisfied with this result.

"I didn't expect that one day I could create a martial arts skill. What name would I have?" Mo Ran thought while rubbing his chin, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Palm thunder, yes, it's called Palm thunder." Finally, he came up with a name that he felt more satisfied with, and Mo Ran laughed to the sky.

"I'm going out in five days." Mo Ran sighed slightly, thinking to himself.

Since the purple inner energy transformed Mo Ran's body ti last time, Mo Ran broke through twice in a row within fifteen days. This can definitely be called a miracle in the history of the cultivation of the Brave Continent. If those outsiders who are hailed as geniuses know Mo Ran's promotion speed, they may be shyly trying to find a crack in the ground to get in. Mo Ran himself obviously has no knowledge of this. However, he knew that with his current strength, he must not be an acquired warrior, but he was afraid he was already a congenital warrior.

In fact, Mo Ran guessed that he was indeed promoted to the level of innate warriors. According to the measurement standards of the strong in the Brave Continent, Mo Ran is now a san-level innate warrior. Although the level is not high, you should know that he is just a ten-year-old child now.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, five days have passed. In these five days, Mo Ran felt that he had reached a bottleneck again in his cultivation. He felt that the time was almost over and he had no choice to break through. Today is the last day, and Mo Ran did not practice.

If you recall the phantom, the valley will disappear in three months without any doubt. In this last day, Mo Ran was catching the time to harvest the "fantasy Yuan Qinggu" on the ground and the "Zhu Guoguo" that was left on the tree.

"Thirty-seven red fruits, nearly seventy Huanyuan Qinggu, I am really a prodigal son." After counting the remaining spiritual fruits and spiritual herbs, they were put into the ethereal ring. The space inside the ethereal ring is very large, with nearly a hundred cubic meters of space, which can accommodate too many things. The ethereal ring now has Moran's spiritual mark. Unless someone kills him, the spiritual mark will automatically disappear, no one who gets the ethereal ring will be able to take out anything from it. There are only three things in the ethereal ring: Zhuguo, Huanyuan Qinggu and Brahma Skill.

It was estimated that the time was almost over. When Mo Ran was about to step over, he stopped and looked back and looked nostalgic, with a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes. Then he turned his head and stepped into the green halo. Mo Ran's step not only walked out of the valley, but also represented him entering the brave continent where strong people were like forests and the changing wind and clouds were.

In the endless void, a yellow figure looked down. At this time, a smile appeared on the yellow figure's face and murmured: "Are you coming out? Live hard, I hope you can live to that day alive. Don't let him down.

After saying that, the figure waved his hand.

"Boom~" The place where Mo Ran practiced - the nameless valley, disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Chapter completed!