Due to the long-term war, most of the vegetation in Shixia Pass has turned into dust and disappeared over the years.

A team of different heights walked in the Shixia Pass, and as the team marched, the greenery on the surrounding sand became more and more visible.

"Hurry up, everyone, it's getting dark, we will go to the Pingxi River soon, and we will go back to the village as soon as we get the water," the man led by the man, looking at the green dot not far away, commanded loudly.

The barbarian and demon races have been ravaging the four continents for a long time, and the snow country is the center of Lingzhou to block the barbarians, and the annual wars are particularly frequent, and Shixia Pass is the key place to fight with the barbarians, so the smell of war here all year round, and the impact of countless barbarians have turned the terrain around Shixia Pass into a large desert.

As a result, people living here can only walk to get water from sources close to the village. The Pingxi River is a famous river in Shixia Pass, and many different villages draw water from here for their daily lives.

"Huh?" When the man finished scooping up the water, he suddenly noticed several unclear blood stains on the boulder next to him.

"Ah Kun, Ah Liang, take your weapon and follow me, there is a situation!" Then he pulled the two strong young men in the team to follow the blood trail and slowly probed the past.

The two people known as Ah Kun and Ah Liang, holding a firewood knife in their hands, looked around vigilantly, and seemed to be about to attack at any time.

Along the faint traces of blood, about twenty meters of probing with a low body, a "corpse" covered in blood and a withered face appeared in the eyes of the three people.

Looking at the "corpse" in front of him, the strong man's serious vigilance became even stronger. Cautiously, he moved to the "corpse" and took a knife to carefully examine the "corpse" lying on the ground.

It wasn't long before the strong man reached out and examined it for a moment between his nose and chest. He touched the corpse's "clothes" again

"This is a person! and breathe, Ah Kun, Ah Liang, take him back to the village."

............

"Well, water~~~"

Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes, and a sense of dryness filled his mouth, and it didn't take long for the severe pain to spread throughout his body.

What caught my eye was a dilapidated wall, with lime hanging from the wall, and there was only one stone pier in the room, except for the stone bed on which he was lying, which was presumably used as a chair.

Mo Wen, who had a splitting headache, wanted to use his spiritual power to heal his wounds, only to find that the tendons and veins in his body were broken, and his spiritual power was blocked in the dantian and could not be mobilized.

"Ahem!ahem!" Mo Wen wanted to get up, but he caused the injury and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Not only are the muscles and veins broken, but even half of the bones in the body are wasted" suddenly realized that he had become a real waste, Mo Wen felt funny but endless frustration in his heart. Then close your eyes and sink into your mind to open the interface of the system.

"Well, the mission was not completed, and the barbarian didn't die?

"!!!!!!!" A flaming anger instantly surged into Mo Wen's mind, and suddenly the wind around him was hoarse, and the spiritual power on his body actually surged.

"Poof!!! A huge stream of blood spat out of Mo Wen's mouth, and his shattered body became even more fragile.

"Squeak" A young girl pushed the door in with a grassy medicinal soup, and found that Mo Wen, who was lying on the bed, was constantly vomiting blood.

Hurriedly stepped forward and wiped the blood from Mo Wen's mouth with the sleeve of his hand. Then he fed the stone bowl in his hand to Mo Wen.

"The old man of the big clan said that your body is useless and you can't move around, this is the herb of the old man of the big clan, drink him quickly"

The bitter medicinal juice mixed with blood was savagely poured into Mo Wen's throat, and at this time, Mo Wen's heart couldn't help but feel a little sad, "Do you still have to suffer such torture before you die?"

When all the medicinal soup was drunk, the girl wiped her mouth for Mo Wen, helped Mo Wen's body to lie down, and got up to leave.

Squinting at the back of the girl leaving, Mo Wen, who had been tortured many times, finally couldn't bear it anymore, slowly closed his eyes and fainted again.

............

It is beneficial to the strong physique of the martial artist, and he once exchanged the matrix reinforcement from the system, and after three days, although Mo Wen still broke his meridians, the broken bones on his body had been connected, although he couldn't hold heavy objects, and there was no obstacle to walking normally.

Mo Wen walked near the village, greeting the old man next to him, looking at the scenery in front of him that was not much different from the Bone Village, and sadness came to his heart.

"I hurt them......... and cannot let the tragedy repeat itself here"

In three days, Mo Wen felt the strong simplicity of the villagers. The water source in the village is retrieved from the outside by a fixed team, and everyone has a fixed amount of water every day.

But every day, no matter what the situation, the first girl will feed herself and take medicine in the morning, noon and evening, and it can be said that Mo Wen can get out of bed and walk, and most of the credit is due. Occupying the incomparably precious water resources of the village, Mo Wen's heart is full of gratitude.

"Hey, don't ask" Hua Hua found Mo Wen greeting each other in the village from the side of the gate at the entrance of the village, and then pulled the strong man behind him to Mo Wen.

The person who takes care of Mo Wen is the flower, in three days, the flower is easy to chat with when he is bored, so as to understand some basic information about Mo Wen, since he heard that Mo Wen was so seriously injured in the battle with the barbarians, the flower is full of admiration for Mo Wen.

"This is my brother Huashu, I saved you in the first place," Huahua said, pointing to the strong man behind him.

"Hello, don't ask brother, I'm Huashu" Huashu stretched out his hand, and his tone was full of admiration.

Mo Wen solemnly stretched out his hand to shake the flowers and trees, and half-bent down in a sincere tone: "Thank you, big brother! Thank you to the villagers here!"

"Where, where, where!" we did some small things, the most important thing is to rely on Mo Wen, brother, you survived by yourself" Hua Shu quickly shook his hand.

"By the way, I see that you and the other young people in the village only came back from outside the village at this time, what happened?" Mo Wen walked around the village and found that most of the people were old people and women, and most of the young men had left the village.

"It's still not the recent barbarian attack on Shixia Pass, this time it's too intense, a lot of soldiers have died, and the reinforcements from outside haven't arrived yet, so we can only recruit troops in the village, let's sign up." It's all a small thing, and it's happened many times. ”

Speaking of this, Hua Shu's face was slowly covered with sorrow, "Hey, we are also destined for this, even if we are soldiers, we ............"

Before he finished speaking, he turned and left, but the lonely figure did not feel a little abrupt in the atmosphere of this village, as if he should appear here.

............

"This competition has officially begun, and the two sides have begun to enter" In the Shengjing campus, on a huge ring, Deacon Shan announced loudly.

Suddenly, the aura around the two figures on the stage continued to fluctuate, oppressing the air between the two sides, flying sand and stones, between the electric light and flint, the two figures collided rapidly, and suddenly the aura splashed, and the sound of muscles colliding was endless.

The half-month Great Contest of Receiving Disciples of the Qianling Sect has entered the third day, although many people have been eliminated, but then the geniuses in Shengjing have also become famous.

Those who watch the contestants fight, from the princes and nobles, down to the poor people, can observe the people who have made deep moves, can sigh the surplus and lack of moves, can see the fierce battles, and can praise the strength of the warriors.

"It's only been a few days since I thought there would be such a quality of competition, it turned out to be Wei Yang of the Weiguo Mansion versus Mo Yan of the Zhenguo Mansion" Elder Danyang looked at the two players in the ring, watching the aura fluctuations on both sides, and couldn't help but stroke the beard on his chin.

"Elder Danyang has a good reputation, Mo Yan is now seventeen years old, but he only has the realm of the second grade of the day after tomorrow, on the other hand, the sixteen-year-old Wei Yang on the opposite side, the intensity of his aura rising, it is clear that he is almost the third grade of the day after tomorrow, take Mo Yan and Wei Yang, presumably, it is still a little reluctant" The Zhenguo Gong next to him heard the praise of Elder Danyang, and commented with an unmoving expression.

For Mo Yan to meet Wei Yang at this time, everyone didn't expect it, everyone thought that this kind of duel of acquired realm geniuses must be met in the second half of the schedule, after all, there was a battle between the first grade of the day after tomorrow and the ninth grade of the quenching body.

"Split Fist!"

"The sea is all over the river!"

On the ring, the two sides struck each other with their fists, and between the staggered marches, a sense of difference between the cold ice and the scorching sun enveloped the two people who fought in the ring.

"Bang!" Wei Yang grabbed Mo Yan's flaw in the slightest gap between Mo Yan's moves, the light in his eyes flashed, one palm staggered the oncoming fist strength, and the other palm directly focused on Mo Yan's back shoulder.

Mo Yan was palmed, the breath in his body was disordered for a while, the volley was slapped away, and he collapsed directly to the ground coughing up blood, and a cold palm force raged on Mo Yan's shoulder.

Wei Yang wanted to continue attacking at this time, but with a "whoosh!", Deacon Shan appeared in front of him and carried Wei Yang's shoulder with his hand.

"Mo Yan has no strength to fight again, please stop here, this big competition is only a battle for victory and defeat, regardless of life and death"

Feeling the huge force coming from his shoulder, Wei Yang felt that he was frozen in place, and he couldn't move a finger.

"Hmph!" Despite the look of dissatisfaction on his face, he relaxed his tense body.

Under the ring, the spiritual power in Wei Chuan's body running at full speed immediately stopped.

There was a shout on the "Boom !!!" field, I thought it was a situation of dragon and tiger fighting, but I didn't expect Wei Yang to solve the game so neatly, not only did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the audience, but made it even higher.

"Mo Yan", "Mo Yan", "Mo Yan", on the side of the Mo family's children, a burst of nervous shouts came to mind, Mo Yan felt the spiritual power, a burst of red light flashed, Mo Yan jumped to Mo Yan's side, and felt that the palm force on Mo Yan's shoulders was constantly destroying the muscles and veins in his body, Mo Yan hurriedly used his own cultivation to eliminate it, and took out the Jin Chuangdan on his body and fed it to him.

Then Mo Yan helped Mo Yan out of the ring, and took a deep look at Wei Yang.

"The game is over, the winner is Wei Yang!" Seeing this scene, Deacon Shan immediately announced the results of the game.

Wei Yang raised his hands to the sky, opened his arrogant eyes, and excitedly enjoyed the cheers of the audience on the side.