In the early morning, the rising sun is warm and warm.

In the depths of the Yueyang Mountain Range in the eastern region of the Xuanxu Continent, three low thatched huts were bathed in the morning light, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old white-robed boy with a heroic face lay on all sides of the house.

A tough white-bearded old man walked in and took a bamboo pole and knocked him hard on the buttocks: "Are you kid still pretending to be dead?

"Ouch! it hurts! If you do it again, I'll run away from home in a while." ”

The boy squirmed and crawled up, rubbing his ass incessantly.

"You really packed up and fucked me off. ”

The old man pulled a chair and sat down, and a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

"What, do you really want to drive me away?"

The boy just said it casually, but he didn't expect the old man to play it really.

His name is Mo Fan, and he doesn't know anything about his origins, because he has no memories of before he was six years old. has been relying on the old man for twelve years, but today he wants to drive himself away for no reason.

"Aren't you always clamoring to practice martial arts? Now the opportunity has come, the Dao Extreme Sect will recruit outer disciples in three days, and you will set off before sunset today, and the time is just enough. But you have to remember one thing, no matter when and where, you can't let people know that there is a seal in your dantian. ”

The old man admonished very seriously.

"Oh! ”

Mo Fan didn't know what was sealed in the dantian, but he could feel the golden line of the sigil.

When he was a child, whenever the power of the seal weakened, the things inside the seal would run wild, so that his whole body was bubbling with black gas, and he was tortured to the point that no one was a ghost, which also doomed him to an extraordinary life.

Later, under the guidance of the old man, he began to practice the Xingchen Ba Body Technique every day, and bathed in some special herbs, which was controlled.

Mo Fan didn't say a word, picked up a bag and began to pack his clothes.

"What are you doing?"

The old man knocked him on the ass again.

"Didn't you tell me to go to the Dao Extreme Sect to practice martial arts? I have to bring a few sets of clothes to change in. ”

Mo Fan looked at the old man with an aggrieved face.

"Are you done with today's mission?"

The old man tapped the bamboo pole and asked without being salty.

"I ......"

Since cultivating the Xingchen Overlord Technique, the old man has set him the task of hunting ten fierce beasts every day, and one less staff will be punished by one hundred.

At first, the beasts that were hunted were 100 years old, then 300 years, then 500 years, and then 800 years......

In this way, he sang all the way, until now, he had to hunt ten fierce beasts that were more than 2,500 years old every day.

He had just been beaten up by the old man with a bamboo pole, and he hadn't even eaten breakfast, let alone done the task.

"Why don't you go soon?

The old man raised the bamboo pole and raised his hand to hit.

Who can stand your stinky temper, you deserve to be beaten for the rest of your life. If you don't change it, no old lady will take a fancy to you until the day you die. ”

"I think you're underdrawn!"

The old man waved his bamboo pole and hit Mo Fan's ass.

Mo Fan is not stupid, he ran away without a trace.

The sun had turned west, and in more than half a day, he successfully hunted ten fierce beasts that were 2,500 years old.

"Boom!"

Ten bloody cores were thrown on the table.

"I'm leaving today, won't I tell me my background?"

His life experience has always been a mystery, and every time he asks the old man, he is prevaricated.

"You're still too weak now, telling you is tantamount to hurting you, you take this. ”

The old man threw it casually, and a purple and cyan jade plate fell into Mo Fan's hand.

"If you can reach the Crossing Realm within three years, I will tell you when you come back, otherwise you are not qualified to know. ”

"Okay!" Mo Fan grabbed the bag on the table, "Take care! I will never come back until I cross the Xuan Realm within three years." ”

Looking at his distant figure, a trace of tears flashed in the old man's eyes.

"My lord, Childe's talent will never disappoint you, he will definitely be able to do it. ”

Leaving the thatched hut where he had lived for twelve years, Mo Fan traveled day and night, nibbling on dry food when he was hungry, drinking mountain spring water when he was thirsty, and finding a cave to rest for a while when he was tired.

The next night, he was napping in the cave when he was suddenly awakened by shouts for murder and cries for help.

He rushed out of the cave with one step, and the scene in front of him made him angry.

I saw that the small village not far away was in flames, and more than two dozen masked men were slaughtering unarmed villagers.

The whole village was baptized in blood, and it was as miserable as a human purgatory.

The masked man at the head put a knife on the neck of an old man over eighty years old: "Say, where are you hiding the things?"

"My lord, spare your life, my clan really doesn't have what you want, please let us go. ”

The old man trembled like chaff and kept begging for mercy.

"Don't say yes, do it!"

"Ah......h

At the masked man's command, his companion slashed a villager in his thirties to death.

"If you prevaricate once, I will kill one of your clansmen until you say it, and don't you say it now?"

"My lord, my clan really doesn't have it, please ......"

"Do it!"

"Ah......h

The masked man didn't take these villagers seriously at all, and in the blink of an eye, eleven people were murdered. There were men, women, and two children of seven or eight years old, all of whom were disemboweled, or had their limbs cut off in front of the old man, and all kinds of cruel methods were heinous.

"Oh my God, what mistake has my people made? Why did they suffer such a catastrophe? Who can save my people!"

The old man's eyes were glazed, and he was tortured to the point of collapse.

"Truly...... No one can save you, so let's say it obediently, you have no choice, do it!"

"Brute!

Just as the masked man was about to kill the twelfth villager, a graceful shadow shouted, and then a cold light flashed, and the masked man was directly beheaded.

"Who dares to spoil Uncle Ben's good deeds? Kill her for me!"

Whoosh ...... More than a dozen masked men carried blood-stained butcher knives and attacked the woman in red.

Mo Fan rushed out of the cave and saw the woman in red knocking back two masked men with a sword.

"Hum"! The seal in the dantian shook slightly.

He didn't have time to think about what the reason was, and several vertical leaps rushed into the battlefield, "Bang, bang, bang!" and three punches blasted the three masked men away.

In addition to the Xingchen Hegemony Technique, Mo Fan has not cultivated any mystical skills, relying on the strength and instinct of the flesh to fight back. At this moment, like a tiger entering the flock, with the most primitive and ferocious shooting, pounce, grabbing, tearing, and bumping, the other party fell into the water.

With his joining, the crisis of the woman in red was instantly lifted. The two men fought back to back in unison, and in less than a cup of tea, more than half of the two dozen masked people were killed or wounded.

Just when the two sides were in full swing, a masked assassin hiding in the shadows launched a surprise attack on the woman in red, making a tricky and ruthless attack, trying to kill with one move.

"Be careful!"

As soon as Mo Fan's words fell, the masked assassin's long sword was only 0.01 millimeters away from the woman in red.

At this critical moment, Mo Fan rolled backwards with her in his arms, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

"Poof!"

What happened? Mo Fan's lips touched the two warm lips, and what was the feeling of soft and bouncy on his hands?

And - and big!

He subconsciously kneaded it twice.