The barbaric region is a vast domain boundary, the towering giant peaks stretch endlessly, and the cyan spiritual mist between the peaks and seas is permeated, which is a manifestation of the rich spiritual energy to a certain extent, so many cultivation sects are happy to build in it.

On an inconspicuous winding path, a young man with a sword drove a group of teenagers, moving forward slowly, the young man had a wide nose and a wide mouth, his appearance was not good, but there was an aura around his body, a pot of turbid wine was gurgling and drinking, and he walked comfortably.

"Yo...... Senior Brother Zhuo is lucky, he has caught so many slaves, and when he returns to the sect, he probably has to exchange for a lot of spirit coins, and many junior disciples have been worried about a lot of chores recently, and they don't have time to cultivate well. ”

As he spoke, a cyan figure walked from above the path, this is also a young man, his steps are light, his momentum is extraordinary, his facial features are still well-proportioned, and he is indeed much more durable than this monk surnamed Zhuo with a flat nose and a wide mouth.

"Haha...... Luck, luck, Senior Brother Chen should have a good harvest when he goes down the mountain this time. The monk surnamed Zhuo laughed, obviously very happy.

The two are from the same sect and often meet each other, so the atmosphere is harmonious for a while.

"Hehe, thank you Senior Brother Jiyan, it's just that this deep mountain is sparsely populated, and it's luck to catch two or three slaves on weekdays, but today Senior Brother has caught so many, isn't it a kidnapping of a normal child, if the sect knows, it will inevitably have to go to the torture hall for a trip!" The monk surnamed Chen smiled casually, his tone seemed to be questioning, and it was like asking.

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Zhuo's eyebrows unconsciously stirred, his expression was a little displeased, and he snorted: "Senior brother, aren't you looking for fault? You and I both know that there are many tribes slaughtered by fierce beasts every day in this wild area, and these are either homeless children who want to take risks to learn art, or survivors whose homes have been destroyed, in short, they are not children of normal families. ”

After taking a sip of wine and burping, the monk surnamed Zhuo continued: "It's not the first time I've done this, how can I not figure it out before I am arrested, and besides, these people don't have the slightest aura sticky, and the standard mortal body is dirty, who will pay attention, okay, okay, I won't delay my junior brother's actions, and I will leave." ”

After saying that, he tugged at the rope and wanted to drag the slaves towards the mountain. At this moment, among the slaves, a fat young man suddenly knelt down, because the ropes were connected, a thin young man who was connected to him was immediately dragged to a stumbling position, this thin young man was dressed in tattered and unkempt, and he couldn't see his true face, but his eyes were clear and transparent, like stars in black.

"Good luck, sir, help me, please...... I'm just collecting medicine!" The voice was choked, even hoarse, you don't have to think about it to know, you must be crying all the way to come, at this moment seeing that the monk surnamed Chen is about to go down the mountain, he immediately cried, hoping that the other party can take him down the mountain together.

"Hey, fat man, hurry up, it's useless, didn't you hear them call each other senior brother and junior brother just now?

"Woo...... I want to go down the mountain!" rubbed his arm against his eyes, and the fat boy stood up with a decadent expression.

"Hmph! useless things, senior brother farewell. Looking at each other with disdain, the monk surnamed Chen walked down the mountain, and after a while he disappeared in the dense fog of the mountain.

"Haha, that unkempt kid is right, you just die of this heart, in fact, you don't have to be so pessimistic, maybe you meet a good master, pass on the essentials of waiting for you to wait for a little bit, and if you don't know if the good thing of the pheasant turning into a phoenix will fall on the head of you waiting!"

Not to mention, the mocking and ridiculous words of the man surnamed Zhuo with a wide nose and a wide mouth really made the eyes of the dozen or so slaves shine with hope, and even the decadence in the eyes of the little fat man faded a lot.

But only the unkempt young man's eyes were still bright and did not change in the slightest, which couldn't help but make the man surnamed Zhuo glance a few more times, but he didn't care much.

"Hmph, there is still a self-aware person, if you mortals can cultivate, then the entire wilderness region will not be all monks, ridiculous!" There was a sneer in his heart, and then the man surnamed Zhuo took another sip of turbid wine, and when the comfortable momentum dissipated, he pulled everyone away slowly.

The scorching sun is hanging in the west, the dim halo makes the mountains a little more cold, and I don't know how long I walked, a magnificent mountain gate stood in front of everyone's eyes, the top of the door was shining, the purple was steaming, and the tiredness on everyone's faces suddenly faded a lot.

"Haha, here, here is one of the three gates on the righteous path, the Taiqing Red Sword Sect, all go in with me!" After speaking, the man surnamed Zhuo dragged everyone in.

Listening to the proud words of the man surnamed Zhuo, the unkempt young man's face was a chill, and he secretly said in his heart: "With a person like you, you dare to call yourself the right path, and you still go to the three sects, I think the three indiscriminate cults are almost the same!"

Passing through the mountain gate, two sword-wielding monks appeared in front of everyone, and when they saw someone coming in, one of them immediately said, "Senior Brother Zhuo has captured a lot of slaves this time! This is also the outer gate, otherwise how can such a mortal fetus who cannot cultivate be qualified to enter such a spiritual land." ”

"What the senior disciple said is good, these are also worthy of us to deal with the heavy chores, and if I can wait for time to cultivate, it can be regarded as their ancestors who have accumulated virtue. ”

The man surnamed Zhuo said that the dozen or so slave boys behind him gritted their teeth, their faces were red, but they were helpless.

"What the senior brother said is extremely true, but it's a pity that these mortals can't do this duty of guarding the door, otherwise...... Alright, Alright Senior Brother Zhuo, go in quickly. ”

Bidding farewell to the two gatekeepers, the man surnamed Zhuo dragged everyone in, the inside was extremely open, among the pavilions, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, and there were cliffs and waterfalls, and the water mist was rising, which was pleasing to the eye.

"Look, Senior Brother Zhuo has come back with a slave. Soon, a group of monks dressed in uniform green robes rushed over, all with smiles in their eyes.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, give it, this is a spirit coin, this is mine. One of the disciples was very happy, and even though he couldn't wait to pull one away.

"Here, here, I'll take this. Another disciple was quick and snatched one directly.

"Come with me!" There are also disciples with fierce eyes, ordering and scolding there, hoping that someone will recognize each other and follow willingly.

"What are you grabbing, haven't you seen a three-legged toad, haven't you seen a two-legged person?" A disciple who was squeezed out immediately became angry and pointed at him and scolded him.

......

After a while, all but the unkempt and thin teenager and the chubby teenager were all snatched up.

Maybe it's because one of them is too thin, as if a gust of wind can blow him down, while the other is too fat, and his fat body trembles and trembles, making people feel weak, in short, no one looks at either of them.

"That...... You see, no one can look down on the two of us, so why don't you let me go down the mountain with this fat man. Buttoning his nails, the unkempt young voice said tentatively, and there was a little embarrassment in his tone.

As soon as the words landed, the fat boy next to him immediately threw a grateful look at him.

"Hugh ......!"

Before he could say the words, he saw a young man rushing over, the young man's facial features were upright, his face was not bad, but there was a little haze between his eyebrows, which made the young man look a little gloomy.

Seeing the comer, the man surnamed Zhuo took a sip of turbid wine, smacked his mouth a few times, and chuckled: "Senior Brother Shitong, you were late last time, and you are late again this time, it seems that the duty of digging spirit stones is really the most tired among the outer disciples, and the tall and strong ones have been picked up, and only these two are left." ”

"This ......!" the cold light flashed in Shi Tong's eyes, and he looked a little unwilling.

Although the cold light in his eyes flashed, he happened to be seen by the unkempt young man.

"Senior Brother Shi Tong, I don't know how many slaves you are tired of in that mine, many of them are strong, they will all die of exhaustion anyway, what does it matter if you are strong and thin, and if you are tall and fat, besides, this is better than it is in the end, so, I only sell one spirit coin for these two people, what do you think?"

"This ...... OK!"

Shi Tong looked at the two of them, and the indifference in his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead man, which couldn't help but make the unkempt young man's heart a little more guarded, while the chubby young man had a dead gray face.

Farewell to the man surnamed Zhuo, Shi Tong led the two of them towards the direction of the cliff waterfall.

"What's your name?"

"Yin Feng!"

"Sun Ren!"

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