Seeing his mother's expression like this, Qin Fan's eyes flashed with a touch of distress.

Before he returned, he had guessed that this was the outcome.

Hearing such an answer from his mother's mouth, Qin Fan still felt very lost.

But he didn't say it directly, but turned his head, smiled, and said, "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely not enter the sword mound." ”

Qin Fan sandwiched a piece of chicken thigh into his mother's bowl, trying to comfort his mother, wanting that the latter would not be too sad.

But Qin's mother didn't seem to buy it too much, and wiped the corners of her eyes, and warned coldly: "Qin Fan, you remember! As long as you dare to enter the sword mound, I will sever the mother-son relationship with you!"

Mother Qin threw down the dishes and chopsticks and ran directly back to the house.

From time to time, the sound of sobbing could be heard coming from Qin's mother's room.

Qin Fan realized at this time that his words might have deeply hurt his mother, and he suddenly felt guilty.

Qin Fan finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, cleaned the yard inside and out, and then walked to his mother's door.

"Mother, don't worry! Fan'er swears that he will never enter the sword mound in this life, by the way, mother, Uncle Li said that Fan'er's hanging coffin can be sold for 200 gold coins, and this time when I come back, I can't stay with you for a few more days, and when Fan'er builds that hanging coffin, I will definitely build you a better house." ”

Saying that, Qin Fan looked up at the simple grass house, felt sad for a while, took two steps back, leaned down and knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Mother, take care of your body, Fan'er will go back." ”

The young man's voice was desolate, and although he was reluctant to leave, he still stepped out of the courtyard with heavy steps.

Qin's mother in the room never came out, through the window, looking at her son's distant back, touching her tears, and sobbing: "Silly child, why don't my mother know, entering the sword mound is an opportunity to change your fate, but you can't, my mother only hopes that you are safe, even if you are only a coffin chisel for the rest of your life......"

Qin Fan didn't hear these words.

After going out, Qin Fan sped up his pace, wearing the cover of black linen clothes, perfectly integrating the young man's body with the dark night.

With his familiarity with the topography of the Mountain Nine Knife over the years, Qin Fan's figure soon appeared at the entrance of the Mountain Nine Knife.

He didn't rush into the Mountain Nine Knife, but sat down to eat some dry food, drank a few sips of sweet mountain spring water, and pulled out a rusty firewood knife from his waist.

After doing all this, Qin Fan took a deep breath before stepping into the Mountain Nine Blades.

When the night comes, all kinds of wild beasts are infested in the nine swords of the mountain, and we must be extremely vigilant.

Even some powerful mercenary groups would not choose to enter the Mountain Nine Swords in the middle of the night.

But Qin Fan is different, if he doesn't rush back tonight, he will definitely be late tomorrow, and if he doesn't get it right, he will be deducted from his salary.

Qin Fan's clear eyes were extremely resolute, walking in the Nine Swords of the Mountain, and his entire little heart was raised to his throat.

With the help of his perception, Qin Fan avoided a lot of beasts along the way, but he didn't encounter much trouble.

"Take a break, it should be fine. ”

Qin Fan found a stone, sat down, and prepared to drink some water and eat something.

Turning on the perception is extremely taxing on the body.

Even if it is an ordinary Yuan Force martial artist, to open the perception, it needs to be replenished in time.

What's more, just an ordinary teenager.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

Before the cold cake in his hand reached his mouth, a dull roar suddenly almost shook the cake in Qin Fan's hand.

"Who?"

Qin Fan stood up directly, brandishing a firewood knife, and his steps were one after the other, making a posture of guarding.

But Qin Fan was just a teenager after all, his whole body trembled slightly, and he still couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

In the silent and deep dense forest, there was still no answer, and the sound of cicadas in his ears was bursting.

"Get out!"

Qin Fan mustered up his courage and roared hoarsely, wanting to use his immature roar to drink back from the people.

"Da! da! da..."

The ground suddenly rumbled, as if some life was about to break through the ground, accompanied by the sound of dense footsteps.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the shaking ground became more and more intense, and Qin Fan felt as if a sun was approaching him.

The scorching light made him sweat instantly.

Some of the flowers and trees that bloomed around were instantly roasted and dried up, and they lost all their vitality.

"It's the Bright Yuan Beast!"

A behemoth appeared in front of Qin Fan's eyes.

Although it was the first time Qin Fan had seen the Bright Yuan Beast, he still recognized it at a glance.

I used to draw on ancient books, but the first time I saw this behemoth, I still couldn't hide the shock in my heart.

The monster was about ten feet tall and covered with a thick layer of silver armor in the shape of a hexagonal shape, each of which was the same size, as if it had been carefully carved.

At the corners of its mouth, there were four glittering rulers, very sharp, with piercing blood and a whole field of wild boar on them.

It seems that it wasn't a person just now, but the Liangyuan Beast was foraging for food.

"This..."

Qin Fan immediately felt remorseful, as if his own shout had brought him in.

"Ahh...hh

Seeing Qin Fan, the Liangyuan Beast instantly became excited, patted the silver bright belly, and his eyes lit up.

Qin Fan instantly understood.

This guy is not full, and he is ready to feed himself.

Qin Fan turned around gorgeously, turned around and ran.

If you encounter this kind of guy, you will be a fool if you don't run!

Even if a Yuan Force Martial Artist encounters a Bright Yuan Beast, it will be very difficult, and there is even a high chance of being killed.

What's more, a martial artist who has not awakened his Yuan Force, if he doesn't run, he will only have to wait for death.

...

"Don't come here!"

Qin Fan just ran out a few steps, and was directly tripped by a tree trunk, and shouted as he retreated: "I still have a big revenge to avenge, my mother still needs someone to take care of..."

Although Qin Fan was afraid, there was not the slightest fear in his hot eyes, and he was extremely firm.

"Da! Da!"

The Liangyuan Beast didn't seem to understand Qin Fan's words at all, and flew up with an arrow step, a pair of cold claws, and grabbed it in the air.

Qin Fan's eyes were closed, holding a firewood knife, and he didn't dare to look at it at all.

Fight!

"Roar, roar, roar!"

A piercing roar came from Qin Fan's surroundings again, and the shaking of the ground intensified.

"Brute, don't die soon!"

Qin Fan's ears shook, and a voice like a flood bell exploded in this dark forest.

With irreversible domineering and self-confidence.

"Long, Long, Long!"

The ground shook again and became more intense, as if it could break open at any moment.

The huge figure of the Bright Yuan Beast stopped in mid-air, seemed to understand the sound, and turned around and ran.

"Bang!"

The shaking ground seemed to have reached some kind of critical point, making a deafening sound, and then a sky-high red light flew out, carrying a thick flame.

In this small sky, the trees were burned in an instant, and it became a sea of flames.

Qin Fan blinked his smart little eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt his throat dry.

I saw that red ray, with lightning speed, rushed directly towards the Liangyuan Beast.

The Liang Yuan Beast didn't even have time to resist, it was directly scattered by the red mang, and the blood was all over it, and it died tragically on the spot.

The red flames in mid-air quickly condensed and merged in front of Qin Fan.

In the blink of an eye, an illusory figure appeared, flying straight towards Qin Fan, ghostly and abnormal.

"You... You are..."

Qin Fan was surprised, and suddenly his words were a little unfavorable.

The Bright Yuan Beast was slapped to death by him!

What the hell!!

"Dragon Flame Spirit!"

In the red light, an indifferent voice came out, although it was an understatement, but with an irreversible domineering.