Chapter 898 Eleven Elders

"Crack..."

A crack appeared in the long knife, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, and spread in all directions on the blade of the long knife. With a bang, the long knife made of refined iron shattered into several pieces.

Seeing this scene, the people around suddenly opened their eyes wide. These ordinary tribesmen, the weapons they can use are also made of iron, but they are all rusty iron. The guards of those elders can use weapons made of high-quality iron, but they can't compare with this refined iron. Refined iron is refined from iron, which is much harder than iron.

But today, refined iron can break an egg! Some clansmen who couldn't believe it still rubbed their eyes, my God, I read it right! What is it that lays eggs that are so hard!

Even Bao Yong, the patriarch's son, froze in place, like a fool. Li Mo stepped forward with his balls in his hand, patted Bao Yong's face, and said softly

"Don't mess with me."

Although the tone was light, it was full of threats. Then Li Mo put Eggy in his arms and walked straight to the training ground.

Although Mo Sang watched everyone train in the martial arts training ground, he kept staring at things outside. Seeing Li Mo coming in, Mo Sang immediately stepped forward and asked

"How is it? Are you all right?"

"fine."

Li Mo smiled and said, Li Mo is now a strong man on the ninth floor of the Body Tempering Realm. It's not far from Yinling Realm, so Li Mo can't afford to offend the high-level leaders of these tribes.

"It's gone."

"What kind of egg is that? It's amazing."

"..."

As Li Mo entered the training ground, the people who were not around gradually dispersed. But at this time, an unkempt old man in an animal fur coat leaned on a cane and stared in the direction of the training ground with shining eyes, and did not leave for a long time.

Leaning on crutches, the old man walked slowly towards Bao Yong, and said in an old voice

"Yonger."

Bao Yong was still in a daze, and looked at the old man after hearing what the old man said. Suihuo Baoyong immediately bowed and said

"Uncle Eleven.

"

The person Bao Yong was able to call Uncle Eleven was obviously the Eleventh Elder of the tribe. There are more than a dozen elders in the tribe's Lingling Realm, but they are not ranked according to whoever is older. Instead, they are ranked according to the order in which they first stepped into the spirit-leading realm and became elders. Because one can become an elder first by stepping into the spirit-leading realm, generally the elders who are ranked higher are stronger than the elders who are ranked lower.

"You want to clean up this Li Mo?"

The Eleventh Elder grinned, and said with an ugly smile.

"It's just a sparring."

Bao Yong's eyes flashed, he scratched his head and said. Bao Yong has now been demoted to an ordinary tribe by his father, so how dare Bao Yong let the tribe's senior management know that he is looking for trouble outside.

"Hehe, you still lied to your eleventh uncle, you."

Eleventh Elder patted Bao Yong on the shoulder and then walked out, looking at Eleventh Elder's back, Bao Yong was puzzled for a while. The Eleventh Elder has always been gloomy, and if he doesn't cultivate well, he always plays tricks on some sects. Bao Yong naturally doesn't like him.

In the evening, Li Mo had dinner with everyone in the training ground. I have hunted all day, so I have all kinds of meat I want to eat. As for the spirits of the hunting team, Li Mo could drink a few sips. After half drunk, Li Mo and Mo Sang greeted each other and walked towards their house drunkenly.

The training ground of the hunting team is on the outskirts of the tribe, and Li Mo's house is also on the outskirts of the tribe, the distance between the two is not far. But just before returning to his thatched hut, he has not yet entered the thatched hut. Li Mo was sweating coldly, and an extremely strong sense of danger suddenly emerged. For a moment, Li Mo was completely drunk.

With so many years of combat experience, Li Mo had already developed this sense of crisis when he was in danger. So Li Mo knew that his current feeling was by no means aimless!

"Who is it! Is it Baoyong? Or Baozheng!"

Li Mo muttered to himself, the only two people Li Mo offended in the tribe were these two people. But these two people don't have the ability to threaten Li Mo, do they? Could it be a strong man in the Spiritual Realm! It was Leopard Qing who had stepped into the spirit-inducing realm!

Thinking of this, Li Mo suddenly turned around. Under the moonlight, a scruffy old man with a messy fur coat and a disheveled face walking slowly with a cane was not the Leopard Qing that Li Mo had guessed.

"Who are you?"

Li Mo took a step back and asked cautiously. Li Mo could feel that this old man must be a strong person in the Spiritual Realm!

"I've been waiting here for you all night, and you're finally back."

The sloppy old man said gloomily, in this dark month, it really looked a little scary.

"This old man is the eleventh elder of the tribe. Come with me. I have something to ask you."

The old man walked up to Li Mo and continued talking.

"Ten... Eleven, we don't know each other, right? What do you want to ask me?"

The palm behind Li Mo's back gradually gave birth to aura, and asked cautiously.

However, Eleventh Elder seemed to be able to see behind Li Mo, only Eleventh Elder shook his head and said with a disdainful smile

"Don't waste your time, you are not the old man's opponent. If you don't want to suffer, just follow the old man obediently."

"Go away, you bastard!"

Knowing that the eleven elders of this tribe will not let him go, and there must be no good things. If there is something good, why don't you come to him during the day, and you have to wait for him at night when there is no one else? So Li Mo cursed, and immediately attacked with spiritual energy in both hands.

"Cheetah Claw!"

"Roar!"

Li Mo's cheetah claws have been practiced to the point of perfection, so when Li Mo just used the cheetah claws. The roar of the cheetah came out, and the phantoms of the two cheetah's paws appeared in Li Mo's palm.

Cheetah Claw was getting closer and closer to Eleventh Elder, but Eleventh Elder shook his head and said

"With this kind of powerful attack, people who have just entered the spirit-leading realm may not be your opponent. But it is not enough for this old man..."

The voice fell, and the crutch in Eleventh Elder's hand was thrown towards Li Mo. There is only a thin layer of aura on the crutch, but the thickness of this layer of aura is much stronger than the aura on Li Mo's hands.

I saw that when the crutch was thrown into the palm of Li Mo, the cheetah's claws on Li Mo's palm immediately dispersed. The aura in the palm seemed to have seen the nemesis, and suddenly disappeared under the aura of the eleventh elder.

"Crack, click..."

Li Mo's arms were full of cracks, and bright red blood flowed out slowly. Li Mo's face suddenly turned pale, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backwards.

The door of the thatched hut is very weak, even if the wind blowing back and forth is stronger, the door of the thatched hut can be hung off. So Li Mo directly knocked open the door of the thatched hut, and fainted in his thatched hut.