In the early hours of the morning, when a touch of fish belly white had just emerged on the horizon, the faint sound of footsteps broke the silence of the courtyard all night. Only in the huge courtyard, only the young man carried the package and walked slowly to the door.

"Three months, three months at most. Three months later, Xuan Hui will return. Xiao Xuanhui looked back and took a deep look at the house behind him. Immediately, looking back, the body moved again, and the feet rose and fell, quietly...

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Looking at the mountains and mountains in front of you, the mountains are stacked on top of each other. Xiao Xuanbin's heart suddenly swelled with a sense of familiarity, and at the same time, there was also some inexplicable strangeness.

This is the most precipitous mountain range on the outskirts of Limbo City, known as the Chonglin Mountains. Its mountains stretch to the sky, and they don't know where they come from, and they don't know where they end. Among them, Chong, Jun and Rin are on the three towering main peaks, and there are countless spirit grasses and demon beasts.

Compared with the Chongrin Shanyin where Xiao Xuanhui lived before, this mountain is much more gentle, and it is not unclimbable if it is not an ape. Perhaps so, there are many more people here than in the steep Shanyin.

But I saw that the mercenaries were in a group, armed with knives and guns, just to escort all kinds of doctors who went up the mountain to collect medicine. I saw that the hunter had a bow, and the sword in his hand was cold and scattered, just to hunt demon beasts for a living. And those woodcutters, who follow the mercenaries, just to cut down some good firewood and beg for some money...

Looking at the various people in front of him, Xiao Xuanbin still didn't join any party after all. He thought to himself, "I am trying to use my experience to break through and walk with others, which is inevitably inconvenient." ”

But seeing that his black eyes were as clear as amber flashing, in his mind, echoed what Shenlong said that night: "Your cultivation is aided by fire scales, so the place where the fire qi of heaven and earth is at its peak should be the best place for you to cultivate." And Xiao Xuanyan thought about it, where is the most fire in this Qingyan Town and even around Lingbo City? Immediately, he quietly moved away from the crowd and walked alone along the winding path towards the peak.

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However, it is said that the warm sunshine spreads on the mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, everywhere is plated with a faint golden veil. Xiao Xuanhan wiped the beads of sweat that slipped from his forehead, his clear and bright eyes looked at the clouds and smoke in front of him, and then he grinned lightly and smiled.

Since he was a child, he has liked to climb the mountains alone, climb to the top of the mountain, see the smoke and clouds in front of him, and overlook the houses below the mountain. At that time, he would always have a kind of magnificent spirit in his heart, "I will be at the top of the mountain, and I can see the mountains at a glance".

"Don't be stupid, one more step, and it will be the place where the fire is at its peak. Shenlong's hoarse voice suddenly spread in Xiao Xuanbin's spiritual sea, coldly pulling him out of his memories.

Xiao Xuanyan rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled. Take steps and move on. Perhaps this lofty peak really has a strong fire aura, and perhaps the fire scales in his body have an extremely keen perception of the fire element wandering between heaven and earth. Otherwise, as soon as he stepped into the top of the mountain, there was a hot air that swept towards him.

In an instant, Xiao Xuanyan was sweating profusely, and his nose was even more "fluttering" and panting. Sweat hazy his vision. Even the mind was almost chaotic by the oncoming heat. Fortunately, the early warning of bodily functions stimulates the power of fire scales hidden in the body. But seeing the scarlet light bursting out, in an instant, Xiao Xuanbin's figure dissipated into the red light.

When the red mangs dispersed, I saw that Xiao Xuanbin was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.... In mid-air. It's just that his heart is facing the sky, his eyes are looking at his nose and his nose is looking at his heart. The mysterious power between heaven and earth seemed to become restless at the same time at that moment, the faint dragon roared, the blazing wind roared, rolling the Qiankun fire, like a streamer rushing into Xiao Xuan's brain, and like the flowing water, it lingered around its five internal organs and the eight veins of the strange meridians, and the fire scales, and the flesh and blood, slowly merging...

But it is said that Shaohua is easy to get old, and the white horse passes through the gap. Xiao Xuanhui closed his eyes to raise his eyes, he thought that it was just an instant, but in fact, three days and nights had already passed. During this period, if the power of heaven and earth is like a dragon, people and beasts are all afraid of retreating, for fear of being crushed into powder by the power of heaven and earth.

When he breathed and then got up, there seemed to be a restless force sweeping through his dantian. It seems that there is a flame beating on the Xuanli seed, and there seems to be a heat wave surging in the sea of dantian qi.

What is in this dantian?

This is the fire of the ontology formed by the power of fire scales and the power of Xiao Xuan's Xuan Xuan and flesh and blood, which is called: "The Fire of Danyang".

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At this time, in the Blood Killing Martial Arts Hall, Gu Su Huagu lived.

Since this Gu Suhua bone was defeated by Mu Xiao that day, he was hidden in his body and could not be cured for a long time. Countless doctors have said that this injury is in vain, only Gu Su Huagu knows alone, this injury can be treated, but it is also difficult to treat. This injury is not on the surface of the body, but in the heart, but in the heart of the force.

On that day, he was defeated by Mu Xiao not only by his body, but also by his heart of martial arts, which was rooted in his heart. He was born in this book, cultivated martial arts for family feuds, and planted deep with his martial heart, thinking that his roots were deep and difficult to shake. But he ignored the nobility and arrogance of a scholar, even though he didn't want to admit it, but the fact that he still couldn't abandon the nobility and arrogance of a scholar.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he knew in his heart that he was a person who couldn't afford to lose. What has endured this blow and been shattered by his pride is his self-confidence, which he thinks is unshakable.

But hearing the "squeak" sound, Gu Suhuagu, who was pranayama cross-legged, slowly raised his eyes, and his cloudy eyes looked at the figure who walked in from the door. It was Moyan, who was carrying a pot of sake, and a rich smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Old friend, are you still thinking about the events of that day?" Mo Yan skillfully poured a glass of sake, smiled kindly, and handed the wine glass to Gu Su Huagu in front of him.

"The hall owner laughed...."Gu Su Huagu casually glanced at the sake on the table, his eyes flashed, and he already had a little certainty in his heart.

Seeing this, a dark light flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, but his face was still silent. Immediately, he poured another glass of wine and said with a bold smile: "Seven-foot man, stand up to the sky! Old friends don't have to be too nostalgic." Let's have a glass of wine to relieve our sorrows. After speaking, he raised his neck, and the glass of wine entered his stomach, and the drops of wine that jumped from the edge of the cup wet his chest.

Hearing this, Gu Suhua sighed lightly in his heart. As the saying goes, it is a blessing or a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. The principle of Moyan is not only that those who go along will prosper, and those who go against will perish! There are also people who survive the fittest, and people like Gusu Huagu who cannot improve their strength, and may even regress. Mo Yan doesn't care about friendship, there is only one word in his heart, "kill"!

"Hahaha!" Gu Su Huagu raised the wine glass with his right hand and raised the long sword with his left hand. Seeing this, Mo Yan's eyes fluctuated slightly, but he was not in a hurry. In the next moment, the poisonous wine was poured on the blade of the sword by Gu Suhua's bones, bubbling up and down. Immediately, the blue light swiped, and the blood splashed on Gu Suhua's neck, and his eyes gradually dimmed...

Moyan wanted him to die, but he didn't resist. Just because his life was saved by Mo Yan, this time he should return his life to Mo Yan! But if he asked his Gu Su Hua Gu to say goodbye to the world by such a way of death, he would never be able to do it.

After all, before he died, he retained the pride of a scholar, straightened his waist with a self-deprecating attitude, and died in... In front of Moyan's eyes...

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