Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Chapter 368 If he were a member of the Lü family, I would kneel and greet him every day. (System lottery)

"Is this even human?"

Some people stared in disbelief and murmured in astonishment.

This idea wasn't shared by just one person.

All the members of the Lü family present, including Lü Ci's children, Lü Zhong, Lü Xiao, and Lü Ping, were the same.

"Is this the strength of my father?" Lu Zhong was shocked and could hardly believe it.

But what he truly couldn't believe was that Mo Wen, at the age of 20, was fighting his father to a standstill.

His father is a high-ranking official.

He is a well-known figure in the entire industry.

There are very few people in the circle who are favored by his father, Lü Ci.

With his father's strength and cultivation, he was actually able to fight Mo Wen to this extent.

This was truly beyond Lü Zhong's expectations.

A slight sheen of cold sweat appeared on Lü Xiao's face.

"They actually knocked down the cliff face... How horrific must the scene have been?"

Lü Xiao was Lü Ci's second son.

He did not awaken the Bright Soul Technique.

Therefore, he specialized in Ruyi Jin and reached a very high level in the cultivation of his family's unique Ruyi Jin skill.

It is clear that to unleash such power using the Ruyi Jin technique requires an extremely high level of skill.

He can't do it.

At this moment, Lü Ping said, "Having fought to this point... it should be almost over, right?"

After saying this, all three of them stared intently at the mountain.

at the same time.

The edge of the cliff has collapsed.

Countless dust particles billowed out, obscuring an area of ​​hundreds of meters in radius.

Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind blew the dust away.

A tall, handsome young man stood on the edge of the rubble.

His clothes were neat and clean, without a speck of dust on him.

It is officially unknown.

And not far away on the other side.

Lu Ci lay sprawled on the broken tree, his body disheveled, his clothes torn in countless rips.

Most importantly, blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Mo Wen with a shocked expression.

"You kid...you're actually this strong!"

The "Hunxiang Liushui Zhuan" technique he just used was a full-force application, a high-level Ruyi Jin skill capable of withstanding and impacting all attacks.

It was used by him, the strongest user of the Ruyi Jin technique.

Even if the Celestial Master were to confront him directly, Lü Ci was confident he could withstand him.

Unexpectedly, it was broken by Mo Wen with a single palm strike.

If it weren't for the extremely solid cultivation over the past hundred years...

Lu Ci even felt that his Dao heart was about to shatter.

When did his composure become so easily broken?

He has never experienced anything like this in decades since his debut, except when facing that old monster Zhang Zhiwei.

Even if they were two heroes, he was confident that they could fight to a draw within a hundred moves.

Upon realizing this, Lü Ci suddenly understood something.

"Hey kid, how much force did you use just now?"

Upon hearing Lü Ci's words, Mo Wen smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Old Master Lü is extremely powerful, so I couldn't hold back and hit him a little too hard. Please forgive me."

"What apology?!"

Lu Ci immediately started swearing.

"A loss is a loss. I am no match for you. You don't need to save face for me."

Seemingly aggravating his wound, Lü Ci coughed a few times, paused for a moment to calm his surging blood, and then said, "The younger generation is truly formidable, indeed..."

"Back then on Mount Longhu, I saw that you were no ordinary person. I never imagined that I had underestimated you."

Lu Ci took a breath, his expression inscrutable, with a hint of regret.

"Did you already have that kind of ability back then?"

Mo Wen smiled and said, "Not really."

At that time, his skill level was only a little over a hundred years old, unlike now when he has reached the level of nearly three cycles of sixty years.

Moreover, he had not yet learned the Sacred Heart Technique or the Holy Spirit Sword Technique at that time.

The fighting strength back then is incomparable to that of today.

But Lü Ci did not believe it.

It's only been a few months since the Luotian Grand Ritual at Longhu Mountain.

Even if there is a breakthrough in cultivation, the gap cannot be this large.

Or perhaps, he underestimated Mo Wen's strength at the time.

Even though Mo Wen has made some progress in the past few months, based on his strength on the night of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, where he fought against hundreds of Quanxing masters single-handedly, even if he and Lao Wang had gone together, they might not have been a match for him.

Thinking of this, Lü Ci couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Old Wang, you deserve it for provoking such a peerless genius."

"Mo Wen, I have lost, you have won."

The moment Lü Ci admitted defeat.

[Ding! Congratulations, Master, for defeating your opponent and winning one chance to win a prize!]

Hearing the system notification in his ear, Mo Wen smiled slightly.

Like Wang Ai, Lü Ci is one of the Ten Elders, and his strength is among the strongest.

He is even much stronger than Wang Ai.

If used for a separate lottery draw, you're guaranteed to win something good.

"Now that the transaction is complete, Mr. Lü, let's go back."

Mo Wen said to Lü Ci.

"No rush, let me rest for a while."

Lu Ci took a deep breath, supported himself on the ground, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate and regulate his breathing.

He opened his eyes a few minutes later and let out a soft breath.

He then stood up and said, "Let's go."

The two descended the mountain together, leaving behind the collapsed cliff and the destroyed jungle.

The two made no attempt to hide their return.

When the numerous members of the Lü family who had gathered saw Mo Wen walking back together with their great-grandfather Lü Ci.

Everyone wore expressions of disbelief.

Judging from their demeanor, it was obvious that Mo Wen had won.

Even if Mo Wen doesn't win, he will definitely have the upper hand.

After all, Mo Wen's clothes were perfectly wrinkle-free, while his grandfather's brown Zhongshan suit was tattered, and there was even blood on Lü Ci's lips.

Who won and who lost is obvious at a glance.

"My God, are you kidding me?"

"Grandpa actually lost, he lost to Palace Master Mo..."

"Even though I was somewhat prepared, I still find it hard to believe what I'm seeing..."

"Lord Mo is awesome..."

Even Lü Zhong, Lü Xiao, and Lü Ping found it hard to believe.

His own invincible father was actually defeated by a 20-year-old.

Even if they don't believe it, things have come to this point, and there's nothing they can do about it.

"father!"

"Dad, are you alright?"

"Should we go and fetch the village doctor?"

Seeing her child approaching, Lü Ci's expression remained unchanged, and she said in a deep voice, "I'm fine. Palace Master Mo, please show mercy. I'll be alright after a night's rest."

Upon hearing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and then bowed slightly to Mo Wen with their hands clasped.

"Please, Lord Xie Mo, show mercy."

Mo Wen looked somewhat surprised.