The young man was full of joy, put away the jade bottle and spirit stone, and finally picked up the ancient book.

The title of the book "Three Styles of Cold Prison" is a kendo secret book, and there are three types of sword moves in ancient books, many of which are annotated, which is the handwriting of the people who listen to Haidao.

After reading it carefully, Mo Chen figured out that this ancient book was taken by the people of Haidao who sacrificed their lives from a certain secret realm, but he lost his life here before he could learn it.

The three styles of cold prison are not marked with grades, but Mo Chen can distinguish that these three types of sword moves are extraordinary, and when practiced to the depths, a sword stabbed out like the power of the cold prison, the sword momentum is awe-inspiring, and the three types of sword moves are even more powerful, and the sword is ruthless.

He is now in a huge cold yuan, and he is in an embarrassing state of being powerful and having nowhere to go, and this cold prison three forms are suitable for him to practice.

Thinking about Mo Chen, he turned over the sword moves, turned into an ink sword, and began his journey of learning swords according to the records of ancient books.

Two months later, outside the moat ice cave, a figure shot out from the deep cave Jedi, jumped up like a goshawk, and landed steadily after several jumps in the air.

This young figure is Mo Chen, the penance of these three months has made him have a earth-shaking change, and now he is no longer the weak person who could only be chased and killed by others three months ago.

Now that he has stepped into the realm of the ninth layer of the body, his strength is not what it used to be, and there are many killer weapons on his body, even if he encounters a strong person like Red Tiger and Mu Shuanghan again, he has the confidence to raise his sword and slash him at this moment!

The only regret is that the first two styles of the Cold Hell Sword have already obtained the know-how, and only the actual combat accumulation remains, but only the third type of "Cold Hell World" is difficult for me to master, and I can only learn the skin.

After a long period of hard work, Mochen felt that he really needed to actually fight with others in order to go further.

Calculating the time, it just so happened that Dihai City was about to hold a nine-city martial arts discussion, so he could take this opportunity to try his skills.

But before that...

Mo Chen's body was longitudinal, his body rose several feet high, and his heart was eager to rush towards Jiuluo Town.

A little snow, covering up the tragedy in the world, the bustling town, at this time, only ruins.

After that night, the originally peaceful and stable Jiuluo Town was gone, and all that remained was ashes and bits of flying white.

Mo Chen followed his memory to find his father's body in the cold forest, fortunately covered with heavy snow, the body has not changed much, the young man endured his sadness and buried his father at the foot of the mountain by his mother's grave.

Looking at the graves of the two closest relatives in the cold wind, Mochen knelt on the ground and couldn't stand it for a long time.

"Father, mother, the child left this time, and I don't know when he will come back. This world is so big, I will definitely climb to the top of that dome, and I will never let a mermaid eat again!"

In just one sentence, Dao Duan was firm in his heart, and the sword momentum of the cold prison in his body was fully stimulated with the ink dust word by word, and the sword qi in all directions stirred up the snow in the sky, and when the snow fell, Mo Chen's figure was gone, leaving only two graves, like the parents who saw their children go far away stood quietly in the snow.

The first spring breeze of the year passed slowly, driving away a bit of wind and snow, and also taking away people's memories.

Since then, the world has cleared, the world has warmed up, and those who go alone will still remember the past here.

In the familiar snow forest, Mo Chen's body flashed and rushed towards the Earth Sea City with all his might.

There are still a few days before the day of the Nine Cities Martial Arts, when the young geniuses in the Nine Cities of the Earth Sea will gather in the Earth Sea City, and several major sect organizations in the entire Earth Sea will come to select disciples.

Now that he is already a nine-layer building, plus many hole cards, how strong is he?

Mo Chen couldn't predict it, and he didn't dare to say it, now he just wanted to fight people immediately, and going to participate in the Nine Cities Martial Arts was undoubtedly the most convenient and fast means.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mochen had already rushed to the Dihai Suspension Bridge, recalling his embarrassed figure in the past, and everything was like a world away.

At that time, the pine snow spirit rat who desperately helped him block the fatal palm had long since disappeared, whether he died tragically on the spot or was rescued by someone?

I just passed by Lin and had the heart to look for it, but I couldn't find it, I just hope that there is fate to meet it.

At this time, in the hut at the head of the Dihai Suspension Bridge, Qianbei was very worried, and three months ago, in order to avoid trouble, he concealed the accident that happened on the bridge, and soon received the information that Jiuluo Town had died overnight.

I thought that the murder in front of the bridge that day was just an ordinary grudge between the rivers and lakes, but now that I think about it, that young man is afraid that he is the last survivor of the tragedy in Jiuluo Town, and he must have worked hard to escape over the mountains and forests to this place.

But he was lazy for a while and failed to think properly, causing him to be buried in an ice cave, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

But guilt is guilt, but Qianbeitui has no regrets, and even a little resentment.

Just because after the tragedy in Jiuluo Town was discovered, the lord of Dihai City was furious and sent someone to investigate, but he found out his own inaction without finding anything else, so he punished himself for guarding the bridge for three years, which was really self-inflicted.

"Someone, bring me wine!" Qianbei called out to the adjutant outside the door, and the adjutant hurriedly carried a jar of spirits inside.

"My lord, this is the third altar today, the city lord has explained, you can have a maximum of three jars of wine a day, and this is not yet noon. The adjutant whispered as he poured his wine.

"Let you pour wine! Why is there so much nonsense? Then Jiuluo Town died overnight and I didn't do it, my task is to guard the bridge, is it possible that I still have to guard Jiuluo Town?"

Seeing that he was open-mouthed, the adjutant hurriedly stepped forward to pour wine, not daring to make him angry again, otherwise he might not say anything excessive.

As he was talking, Mo Chen flew over the bridge, and Qianbei lowered his eyes and swept to the figure of Mo Chen passing outside the door, so shocked that he didn't hold the bowl, and the wine was spilled on the ground.

"Who are you?" The adjutant hurriedly bent down to pick up the wine bowl, but when he got up, he found Qianbei standing still, his eyes looking out of the empty house.

"Go out and see who's outside?" shouted to the adjutant Qianbei.

The adjutant hurriedly got up and went outside the house to take a look, but there was no one, shook his head and went back to the house to report.

Qianbei listened, but pushed open the wine bowl and covered the wine seal.

"Don't drink it, scare Lao Tzu, I must have been drunk just now, what kind of hard wine are you, Lao Tzu's eyes are drunk. Qianbei shouted at the adjutant.

Adjutant: "?"

Dihai City, a large city in the Northland, is located in the sea area of the Hanhai Dynasty, and is the capital of the sea area.

There are a total of nine cities in the sea area, and the nine-city martial arts discussion is held in this capital every March, in order to select disciples and martial artists for the major sects and dynasties.

As soon as March begins, young talents and veteran warriors from major cities will flock to compete in this nine-city martial arts conference.

Among them, most of them with good root bone qualifications will be selected by several sects to be accepted as disciples, and those who are good in force but older are more likely to enter the official mansions of various cities to eat official food.

Mochen crossed the Dihai Hanging Bridge, and soon came to the outside of the city gate, the city wall in front of him was towering, heavily guarded, and there were many soldiers and horses stationed at the city gate, and the people who entered the city were queuing up one by one to be checked.

The martial arts conference began in the middle of the month, and there were still a few days to go, but many Jianghu warriors had already arrived in advance, and for a while, the sea city was naturally mixed, and in order to stabilize the order, the government naturally had to strengthen its vigilance.

With military horses stationed next to him, naturally there are no martial arts people who are not long-sighted to make trouble here, and Mo Chen also lined up to enter the city in order, and there will be a simple inquiry before entering the city, and Mo Chen casually made up the identity of a swordsman in a remote mountain city and was allowed to enter.

After entering the city, Mochen found a good inn and stepped in.

There are a lot of yellow and white things in the Qiankun bag of the people of Haidao, and the ink dust counts the number of thousands of taels of gold, which is enough to feed a hundred families for a lifetime.

This is not a small amount, ordinary farmers may not be able to earn a tael of gold a year, but for the people who listen to the sea at the top of the world, it may be just an unintentional sentence, and these thousands of taels of gold will be offered by both hands.

Listening to Haidao, the life is quite decent, and naturally he will not let people give money, but no one is a saint, and he has unknowingly had such savings after many years of martial arts.

Although yellow and white things are useless to him, they also reflect the principle of respect for the strong from the side.