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"Shen Mo, there are three people in the Nascent Soul Realm, are you able to do it?" Hui Guang looked Shen Mo up and down, but his realm was lower than Shen Mo's. As long as Shen Mo restrained his aura, he could not tell what realm Shen Mo was at all.

"I have already reached the Dan Condensation Stage." Shen Mo did not hide it.

"What!" Huiguang guessed vaguely, but couldn't believe it. Shen Mo was only a few years old!

"I'll be fine. Think about it, those people don't even dare to fight for their daily lives. Their spines have long been bent and they have lost their backbone. Even if such people are in the Nascent Soul stage, what can they do? They are just a pile of old rotten wood." Shen Mo's words were consistent with his attitude.

"Better be careful." Huiguang thought that Shen Mo had some hidden tricks that he didn't know about, so he just let him do what he wanted.

The three days passed quickly, and during these three days, Shen Mo spent the most time accompanying his grandmother.

It is said that the best way to treat the elderly is to accompany them, accompany grandma to bask in the sun, listen to grandma chat about the past of the Shen family, and eat with grandma.

In three days, there are only nine meals and 72 hours in total, and this does not include the time for sleeping. If the time for sleeping at night is excluded, the time is even pitifully short.

As for Huiguang, he has been arranging the duel these days. Now that it has already started, he has to make it a success. If Shen Mo loses accidentally, then the outside world will also know how despicable and shameless it is for the hidden family to fight three against one.

Of course it would be even better if Shen Mo won.

But everyone felt that Shen Mo’s chances of winning were slim.

Shen Mo only regarded the death countdown hanging in front of him as a reminder. Now, this death countdown was more like an alarm clock to Shen Mo, telling him that such an event would happen in a few days and that it might be dangerous.

On the third day, Shen Mo asked the old lady to stay at home and not go to see him, but the old lady held Shen Mo's hand.

"I didn't go to watch the game that year, but I must go to watch my grandson's game this time. Even if you lose, I will accompany you. I want all of our Shen family members to be together."

"Grandma, I won't lose, don't worry. Since you want to watch, then go and watch. By the way, I'll let you see how my grandson beats those turtle bastards and avenges the Shen family."

On the fourth day, Shen Mo saw that there were only three hours left in the countdown to death.

This is the time for the competition.

In the morning, Shi Fei came over and drove Shen Mo to Hai City.

Back then, the Patriarch of the Shen family competed with the top master in Hai City and Xiao Zizi.

The place where the competition was held back then happens to be a gymnasium now, so this time the competition was held in the gymnasium. Although the publicity was not very adequate, people who came from all sides still filled the entire gymnasium.

Shen Mo's grandmother was sitting in the front stands. After Shen Mo accompanied his grandmother to sit down, he entered the competition arena through the aisle.

The monastic competition is very dangerous, so the stands are reinforced with formations on all sides.

And no one was allowed to leave the stands.

After all, this is a competition between four Nascent Soul cultivators, and the power of one punch is comparable to that of a bomb.

When Shen Mo came on stage, Lan Junde was in the lead, and the other two powerful Nengdan masters from the Qi family and the Wang family stood on both sides.

The three of them surrounded Shen Mo.

"Let's fight quickly and decisively." Lan Junde winked at the other two.

Old Mrs. Shen closed her eyes and silently said in her heart: "Dad, please bless Shen Mo from the spirit of heaven. He is the only child of our Shen family. We can't let him get into trouble. Please give him some blessings!"

A gust of cold wind blew across the competition stage, making the three people on the stage feel a biting chill.

Shen Mo suddenly felt that the countdown became distorted and turned into a human face.

The rabbit screamed in silent consciousness.

"Wow, why is there a soul in your sight? The countdown turns into a soul. Isn't it too hidden? Who is he? What does he want to do?"

"Shut up, he has no bad intentions towards me." Shen Mo already felt that the other party had no ill intentions.

"This is a soul fragment, not the other party's entire soul."

"What do you mean?"

When Rabbit asked Shen Mo, Shen Mo had already seen the countdown to death and gave him a smile.

"My son, I have waited for this day for a long time. Let's have a hearty battle with the three opponents."

The cold wind grew stronger and stronger, and finally it turned into a person, standing back to back with Shen Mo.

"Lan Junde, did you feel it? Why do I feel the presence of Shen Shanhe? Could it be that Shen Shanhe is looking for me?"

Lan Junde: "Shut up and come together."

As he spoke, Lan Junde attacked Shen Mo with the weapon in his hand.

A gust of wind blew and blocked the weapon in Lan Junde's hand.

In the wind and sand, a hand reached towards Lan Junde's heart.

Lan Junde rolled up and dodged the hand. He was about to scold Wang Yuechuan and Qi Xinhai for not taking up the position when there was such a good opportunity and allowing Shen Mo to attack.

But at first glance, the two of them were fighting with Shen Mo.

The two turned around and sent a message: "Lan Junde, you bastard, you pushed us out, and you want to reap the benefits yourself, right? If the two of us lose, you won't have an easy life either."

"Who was that person just now?" Lan Junde was shocked.

"Who?"

"Whose hand was that just forced me back?"

"What do you mean? Shen Mo is fighting with the two of us, can you please stop being lazy?"

Wang Yuechuan and Qi Xinhai originally thought that Shen Mo was just a young man, and how powerful could he be? As for the Nascent Soul Realm, they didn't believe it at all.

How many years has it been since someone reached the Dan Condensation Stage? In the past hundred years, most of the younger generations who had reached Dan Condensation Stage had failed, which also heralded the end of the era of cultivation.

It took all of them hundreds of years of practice to condense the pill.

Only after playing against him can you know what level Shen Mo is at.

Seeing the tall young man on the competition stage reminded them of Shen Shanhe back then. Although Shen Shanhe was more mature than Shen Mo, he had the same stern expression.

Likewise, he is the most dazzling young man in their reclusive family.

The two men worked together, and the fist shadows formed two impenetrable walls, wrapping Shen Mo up in the fist shadows. From the outside, it seemed that Shen Mo had been surrounded by the fist shadows of the two men.

In the stands, Grandma Shen watched the scene with a worried look on her face, silently cheering for her grandson.

Lan Junde swung his knife at the afterimage that had just swung its fist at him.

He trusts his own judgment.

Lan Junde's sword was swung wildly, and this time, just like last time, the cold wind enveloped his blade.

He looked towards Wang Qi and the other man, and saw that they were fighting with Shen Mo.

Who was he fighting with? Shen Mo couldn't possibly have three heads and six arms, right?

At the moment when he was distracted, the wind blade had already shattered his knife, and the fragments flew towards him.

After Lan Junde regained his composure, he retreated again and again.

At this moment, he felt the danger coming.

"Bang—" a heavy punch hit Lan Junde's back, causing him to fall forward.

"Why?" He kept asking himself this question in his mind as he lunged forward.

Why are there two silences?

"It's not fair, it's not fair!" he shouted, spitting blood.