Probably from that night, when Mo Xingran rescued her from Wu Ze and Huo Hua, she began to doubt his true identity, or rather, from the first time she saw Mo Xingran, she vaguely guessed that this person's identity must not be simple.

No monk of the human race can completely cover up his spiritual aura, unless he reaches the 'Ling' realm, but unfortunately, in the long history of tens of millions of years, the human race has never had a 'Ling' realm monk.

Shangguan Wan'er was going to report the matter to Dongyan that night, but firstly, because she was not sure of Mo Xingran's identity, and secondly... She also didn't know why, she didn't want Mo Xingran to fight Dongyan...

The entire city lord's mansion was silent at this time, and the monks didn't even dare to look up at Mo Xingran, as if there was a big Buddha arched in the broken temple, and it was a break to the gods if they looked at it more.

Shangguan Wan'er had a delicate smile on her face: "Brother Mo, oh no, Mo Shangshen, I didn't expect that I would be able to see the Divine Clan of the Eternal Heaven in this small Smoke Cloud City in my lifetime, but I don't know, you don't stay in the Eternal Heaven for a long time, what are you doing here in the Fanqing Realm?"

These words sound respectful, but in fact they have a deep meaning, Shangguan Wan'er is condemning the Protoss for meddling in the affairs of the human race, which is a big taboo.

Mo Xingran pursed the corners of his lips and looked at Shangguan Wan'er thoughtfully.

After all, the Hongmen banquet exposed him, when the red-haired beautiful man made a move, he did not hide it, and the pure water cultivation aura was rare in the world, and it was difficult for any monk of the human race to compare, and he resisted the water column with one move at that time, which could only show that his cultivation was above the red-haired beautiful man.

And he has been treating people with his real name since he entered the City Lord's Mansion, if the people in the City Lord's Mansion are not stupid, pay attention to these clues and investigate a little, it is not difficult to guess his true identity.

After all, there is only one Ling Tian God in this world, called Mo Xing Ran.

"Miss Wan'er said with a smile, I have long heard that there is a hidden high gate in the Yanyun City of the Qing Realm, and I happened to pass by and came here to take a look. Mo Xingran mentioned the Xuanmen Pavilion without revealing the mountains and waters, and carefully observed Shangguan Wan'er's expression.

Sure enough, the latter looked a little strange.

Shangguan Wan'er's eyes flickered: "Mo Shangshen, although the Xuanmen Pavilion is famous, my City Lord's Mansion only protects the people of Yanyun City, and has nothing to do with the Xuanmen Pavilion." ”

"Oh, really, how does Miss Wan'er know that I'm talking about the Xuanmen Pavilion and not some other sect?"

There are countless hidden sects in the world, but she said Xuanmen Pavilion in one word, isn't this three hundred taels of silver here?

Just when Shangguan Wan'er panicked and didn't know how to answer, a person walked slowly outside the main hall: "Mo Shangshen, Xuanmen Pavilion is the most revered high gate for the people of my Qing Realm, most people come to my Yanyun City to seek Xuanmen Pavilion and ask for wishes, what's the matter, haven't you heard of it?"

That person was Shangguan Qingtian, Jiang was still old and spicy, and in a few words, he resolved Mo Xingran's troubles.

Shangguan Qingtian laughed twice: "Mo Shangshen, since you have come to my City Lord's Mansion, you are naturally the most honored guest of Yanyun City, and it also coincides with the most solemn autumn festival hunting in my Yanyun City, this is a good thing!"

"Dignity doesn't dare to be, it's just a few days of bothering. Mo Xingran got up and replied expressionlessly.

"It's okay, how can it be a nuisance, it's an honor. By the way, Steward Li, what time is it now?" Shangguan Qingtian beckoned to the housekeeper in the main courtyard.

"Back to the city lord, at three o'clock, the sun is rising. ”

"Okay, just in time, you order to go down, let the monks and all the disciples of the City Lord's Mansion bring their hunting equipment and prepare to enter the mountain. ”

Steward Li hunched over and nodded in acknowledgment, and retreated.

Shangguan Qingtian helped Tang Xing, who was kneeling on the ground and couldn't stand for a long time, to help him up: "Virtuous nephew, you are really abrupt today, quickly apologize to Mo Shangshen." ”

Tang Xingying hooked his nose, faintly showing signs of crying, and sobbed: "Ink, ink god, I, I have eyes without beads, I, I..."

"No problem. Mo Xingran didn't even look at it.

"Mo Shang Shen Haihan, in that case, let's go. Shangguan Qingtian paused, and then asked Mo Xingran for advice: "That's the case, the urn mountain is full of dangers, and the monks all carry the hunting equipment distributed by the City Lord's Mansion, and there is a tracking charm attached to it, in order to ensure that the City Lord's Mansion can enter the mountain to rescue as soon as possible in case of an accident, I know that your cultivation is high and there will be no danger, but..."

He beckoned, and the two maidservants brought a few hunting gears.

"It's better to bring one with you, and you should follow the local customs. Shangguan Qingtian squinted at Mo Xingran.

Mo Xingran smiled calmly and took the hunting tool: "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

I'm afraid that he will have to bring a hunting gear with him today no matter what, otherwise the old fox will not let him enter the mountain.

———

Today, the roadside of Yanyun City was full of people, and the monks of the whole city were greeted by the road.

Legend has it that the autumn festival hunting is the mountain god selection of warriors, if the warrior is a man, then the wind and rain will be smooth in the coming year, if the warrior is a woman, then the next year's crops will be harvested, in short, the autumn festival hunting is the tradition of Yanyun City, the significance is extraordinary.

Hao Hao Tangtang's brigade went all the way out of the city, and the surrounding area of Yanyun City was full of greenery, and in autumn, the mountain woods were not only not decaying, but flourishing.

Along the winding mountain road, the brigade entered the hinterland of the millions of mountains around Yanyun City.

The sky is a little dark, the swamps in the hinterland of the mountains are full of poisonous miasma, there are wisps of climbing vines hanging in the forest, the wind blows, it looks like a sneaky floating from a distance, the cool wind around is continuous, and I don't know whether it is fog or clouds, blocking the sight behind the forest.

The sky was dim and foggy, and the cat was cold, and it would not show its head into the sleeve robe dyed by the ink star.

"Here, everyone get ready, let's go to the Urn Mountain. Shangguan Wan'er rode on a tall horse, and said calmly: "I think you already know the rules of the autumn festival hunting, in addition, there are a total of one hundred and twenty-nine monks and forty servants in this hunt, of which sixty are disciples of my city lord's mansion, and the others are friends from all over the world. ”

With Shangguan Wan'er's order, there were no extra words, and the one hundred and tenth people put on their hunting tools, carried their bags, and marched towards the urn mountain in the mist with great solemnity, some from the east and some from the west, eager to try when they went, but they didn't know what kind of scene they were when they came back.

"Miss Wan'er, I want to ask, you said that everyone is familiar with the rules of autumn festival hunting, but I don't know what the rules are, and I have to bother you to tell me. Mo Xingran rolled over from the jujube red horse, not forgetting to protect the cat in his robe.

Shangguan Wan'er squinted at him and smiled: "Why should Mo Shangshen take care of the rules, I think if you want to come out on top, you can throw off this bunch of waste with your eyes closed." ”

Mo Xingran: "......"

He can't say, 'That's how it should be.'"

Shangguan Wan'er jumped down and led the horse to Mo Xingran: "The rules I said are just to limit those wastes, I'm afraid it's just a small skill for you, I think... You've broken the spell on this bow, do you really care about the rules?"

She raised her hand and pointed to the bow on the red-haired man's shoulder, the faint black mist on it was gone, and it became an ordinary hunting tool.

"It's rude, I'm just not used to being noticed. ”

"Wan'er knows, Brother Mo doesn't even want me to see his true face, how can he be willing to let people stare at the backbone. Shangguan Wan'er suddenly raised her slender jade hand and stroked Mo Xing's face.

Mo Xingran stepped out of his position, looking displeased and rejecting people.

"Hehe, Brother Mo is really not close to a woman as rumored. Shangguan Wan'er's eyes were unwavering, as if she had expected him to dodge, and casually raised her hand and pointed to the misty woods and said, "Does my brother know what's in this urn mountain?"

If you can't see through it, it won't help if you can't see through it, and it won't help you to concentrate on your eyes.

"You don't have to work hard, this mountain is full of grievances, and no matter how high the cultivator comes, he can't see it clearly. Shangguan Wan'er chuckled and shook her head: "This is the ancient battlefield mass burial mountain thousands of years ago, the grievances are not scattered, and at the same time, this is also the place where the spiritual energy of the Fanqing realm is the most abundant, I think... Mo Shangshen already knew the reason. ”

Mo Xing's eyes darkened—this is the Mass Burial Mountain, and it is also the center of the spiritual veins of the Fanqing Realm.

"That's right, this is the spiritual vein of the Fanqing Realm. Shangguan Wan'er nodded happily, as if she was showing her treasure to outsiders: "As for what you want to hunt, I think Brother Mo already knows it in his heart." ”

"It's going to hunt the 'Ancient Spirits'. Mo Xingran said in a deep voice, the cat in the sleeve robe who was inconvenient to speak and the red-haired beautiful man on one side were confused.

"Exactly!"

"'Ancient Spirit' is the soul of a monk who died in ancient times but lingered, and the difference between monks in the Five Realms is that they can also cultivate after death, and the terrible thing about 'Ancient Spirit' is that the cultivation of people in the world can never compare to 'Ancient Spirit', that is to say, 'Ancient Spirit' is an opponent who is a thousand or even ten thousand times stronger than us, and the odds of winning against it are very few. The voice of Mo Xingzhi echoed faintly in the forest, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes in the fog not far away, looking through the fog and looking this way.

Shangguan Wan'er didn't know who Mo Xingran was talking about, at this time, there was only one red-haired beautiful man beside him, that person was a master of water cultivation, he wouldn't know what 'Gu Ling' was.

Of course she didn't know that Mo Xingran's words were for the cat in the robe.

The cat was stunned, and scolded in his heart, isn't this fucking looking for death? This 'ancient spirit' is a powerful pervert, why do you hunt them if you have nothing to do?

"Isn't that, you will die?" The silent silly fish on the side suddenly asked, which deepened the cat's fear, and saw that the sleeve robe dyed by Mo Xing shook into a sieve, as if cotton was playing in the sleeve robe...

Mo Xing glanced at the stupid fish, that means, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person.

"That being the case, what if those monks die in this urn mountain?" Mo Xingran frowned, not because he was sympathetic to the common people, but simply because he was curious about where the courage came from.

Shangguan Wan'er led the horse and walked two steps closer to the misty forest, she carried a long flat knife on her back, shaped like her wind blade, which was a hunting tool she had specially ordered someone to build this year, but it looked a little too long on the petite woman's back.

She turned back to Mo Xingran and hooked her hand: "Don't worry about Mo Shangshen, do you know why this hunt is called 'Autumn Festival Hunting'?" She deliberately bit the word 'sacrifice': "Since it is a festival, how can there be a reason why there are not a few lives?"

When Shangguan Wan'er turned around, the cat shrunk in the Moxing-dyed sleeve robe clearly saw that the scimitar was covered with a trace of blood, reflecting the gloomy fog, which was particularly terrifying.