"Want to know the reason?" Qin Yuanfeng smiled.

"Well, I want to know. Ning Fan nodded, very honest.

"First of all, you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, I believe that as the first sword cultivator in the world, the disciple of the Sword Sect is by no means mediocre, and it must be different. ”

"Secondly, it's because I like your character, you're crazy, I said, only a madman can survive on the battlefield. ”

"So you have a very good taste for me, it just so happens that one of my previous soldiers died, and now there is a vacancy, you can fill it, just right. ”

After Qin Yuanfeng said this, he took off a waist card from his waist.

"Here, this is your waist card, and I will leave the twenty recruit monks to you to manage. ”

"Of course, I will assign you a veteran, this veteran is a casual cultivator, but his personal strength is not bad, especially in terms of spying intelligence, he is very distinctive, his name is Mo Beicheng, you can call him Lao Mo. ”

In the military camp of 100 people, although there are often newcomers coming in, Qin Yuanfeng can still remember their names.

"Alright, go ahead, I'll find someone to arrange for you. ”

As he spoke, Qin Yuanfeng turned around and returned to the board and began to look at some jade notes, he was going to see the recent military situation.

Ning Fan gave up his hand and retreated.

Qin Yuanfeng's kindness, he understood it.

It's just that Qin Yuanfeng gave him a problem.

Let him be in charge of the twenty or so recruits, and it is inevitable that he will not be convinced.

"Forget it, since this right is given to me, I can't refuse casually, besides, isn't there still an old Mo?"

Ning Fan was a little curious about the so-called old Mo, the veteran named Mo Beicheng, and didn't know what he looked like.

When Ning Fan walked out of Qin Yuanfeng's tent, an armored monk led him towards his destination.

"This is where you live, Tianji Pavilion. ”

"According to the distribution of font sizes according to the heavenly and earthly branches such as A, B, C, D, etc., each monk will have an attic with a font size, which contains a cultivation room, a library pavilion, etc., and there will be all that should be there. ”

"This is your brand name waist card, you can go in, as for that old Mo, he lives in the attic of the first number. ”

The armored monk in front of him is called Qin Ming, who is said to be Qin Yuanfeng's closest person, and is one of his clan brothers.

A body of cultivation, in the ninth layer of Jianyuan.

There are not many disciples who come here to report on the border, and their cultivation is at least above the level of the Sword Yuan, and they can support the ninth layer of the Sword Yuan to report.

Therefore, the rookie monk, who came to this camp, was basically between the first and ninth floors of Jianyuan.

"In this case, I'll take you to Mobei City first. ”

Qin Ming smiled, flicked his military robe, and walked towards the attic.

Tianji Pavilion is a residence built on a mountain.

The scope of the Tianji Pavilion is very large.

Ning Fan found that where the hills were located, there would be a kind of palace like Tianji Pavilion.

Don't think about it, it must be the place where the soldiers and monks of the other word battalion live.

Tianji Pavilion is circular and sits in the middle of the mountain.

The loft is tall and has about two floors.

Surround it to form an attic community.

A faint sword aura floated from every attic.

Together, they form a protective shield.

Above the Tianji Pavilion, there is a colorful sword qi protective shield, which can isolate the dust, making this place feel like a paradise.

But, the quiet, however, was short-lived.

"Mobei City. ”

In the attic of No. A, after entering the hospital, Qin Ming shouted directly.

But I saw a banging sound from inside the attic.

There was even a firelight coming from the attic.

It seemed to be striking iron, and a faint aura rushed out of the attic.

A big black dog, jumping around in the courtyard.

The black dog's hair was black and shiny, and the place where it jumped was a sword formation.

A row of broken swords, stuck to the ground, about one hundred and eight.

The big black dog stood on tiptoe and ran around on the broken sword.

"Spirit Gathering Sword Formation. ”

Ge Changqing was on the side, raising his eyebrows slightly, and said in surprise.

Ning Fan looked at the broken sword, each broken sword looked extremely ordinary.

Even if there were one hundred and eight broken swords in front of him, they were all ordinary.

Looks like a piece of rubbish.

However, when placed together, there is an extraordinary momentum.

The surrounding aura was faintly gathered together, and on the broken sword, some purple aura floated out.

The black dog was beating, and these purple breaths were slowly drifting into its shiny black hair.

You can see that it is cultivating.

This dog was very spiritual, and after seeing Ning Fan and the others, he immediately jumped down from the sword formation.

Then he stood on his legs, learned the posture of human walking, and quickly moved a table of eight immortals made of pear blossom wood from the side, and then brought a jar of wine.

Black dogs are psychic.

Qin Mingle smiled, "This dog was snatched by Lao Mo from the demon clan, and he was fed by him when he was a child, and gradually became spiritual and human, and Lao Mo is its owner." ”

"This guy has a very smart nose, within a hundred meters, but whenever there is an alien smell, it can smell it first. ”

Ning Fan sighed, he remembered that Qin Yuanfeng had told him that this old Mo was very good at spying on foreign military intelligence, and looking at this appearance, it was estimated that it had something to do with this black dog.

The attic door creaked open.

An old man, about fifty years old, quickly walked out.

However, in his hand, he was holding a very red Pu knife.

This Pu knife, Ning Fan felt that there was a faint aura emanating from it.

It's a spiritual weapon.

Although Ning Fan didn't know much about refining weapons, he was able to tell how many levels of spiritual weapons this Pu Dao was through the concentration of spiritual energy.

"Fourth-level spiritual weapon?"

"I'm refining your sword again. Qin Mingle smiled.

This old man is Lao Mo.

Lao Mo was wearing a gray robe, with a goatee on his chin, and his face was a little furrowed.

However, it is not wrinkles, Ning Fan can see clearly, but scars.

Claw marks, knife wounds, scars from sword wounds.

These look extremely hideous, and it can be seen that Lao Mo has endured a lot of battles in his life, and these are his medals.

Lao Mo glanced at Qin Ming, but he didn't make a sound, and he wasn't as enthusiastic as the other soldier monks showed when they saw her.

Instead, he quickly walked towards the green waterhole on the side.

In the northeast corner of Lao Mo's A-shaped attic, that is, not far from the northeast of the one hundred and eight broken sword formations, there is a green pool.

In the pool water, there is a green mist, which slowly evaporates out.

Mixed with endless aura, it seems that there is stalactite spiritual liquid or something in it.

Lao Mo put the red Pu knife into the green pool.

Immediately, there was a snorting sound.

A green smoke was instantly steaming.

Lao Mo opened his mouth and spat out an aura.

The aura turned into the palm of his hand, and he gently grabbed at the green smoke.

The green smoke could not disperse and was condensed into a small cloud.

The corners of Lao Mo's mouth hooked up a smile.

"Still want to run?"

As he spoke, he grabbed this small cloud of green smoke and slapped it towards Park Daonai.

Pu Dao was infiltrated by the green smoke, and he buzzed and trembled, as if he was very happy.

The north and south of the continent have their own weights.

The northern demon heavy sword, the southern heavy sword, study kendo.

However, this old Mo did not carry the flying sword, but carried the Pu knife, which is really a bit different.

(End of chapter)