The world of the Condor is the true religion of Zhongnan Mountain.

The terrain of Zhongnan Mountain is dangerous, the road is rugged, there are five large valleys, more than 100 small valleys, and hundreds of miles in a row. And the Quanzhen Sect of Megatron's martial arts is quietly located here.

In the bamboo forest on the mountain behind the Quanzhen Sect, a young man in a blue robe sat quietly.

In front of him was a low black table with a pot of steaming tea and a chessboard that had been settled.

Mo Chen sat on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, absorbing the memories from the system.

Now, his Taoist name is Mo Zhichen, and he is the first disciple of the third generation of the Quanzhen Sect.

In the eyes of the other disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, he was a peerless genius who surpassed the founding patriarch Wang Chongyang. A ten-year-old genius who can compete with the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, and at the age of fifteen, he is invincible in the Quanzhen Sect!

It is precisely because of his strong strength that he has created a peculiar position in the Quanzhen Sect.

The seven sons of Quanzhen didn't care about themselves, and even had a little indulgence. Even the forbidden place, which other disciples must not enter, is just a place for walking and leisure in his eyes. And among the three generations of disciples, no one dared to disobey their will.

Mo Chen accepted some of the memories instilled by the system, and his face showed a funny look.

It's really a strong and invincible identity!

However, when he thought of the festival activities of the system, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly. Let's hope there won't be any changes, but is it possible?

Mo Chen exhaled and didn't think about those things.

The most important thing now is to find a way to attack this world, after all, the degree of collapse of the world determines the rewards you can get. If you can completely bring out the current strength, it will be perfect!

He felt the huge power in his body, his heart was full of anticipation, he slowly opened his eyes, and said softly: "Check the attributes." ”

Player: Mo Chen (Current Identity: The First Disciple of the Third Generation of the Quanzhen Sect)

Class: Warrior

Attributes: Body: 20

Soul: 199

Repair: 199

Skills: The enhanced version of Dugu's defeat inheritance, with all the exercises and combat experience of Dugu's defeat.

Evaluation: The innate martial artist of the three-flower gathering, the ordinary weak chicken at the peak of the two-star peak.

Mo Chen couldn't help but gasp when he saw his attribute value.

Although the physical attributes have not changed much, the soul and cultivation have increased too much. He felt the vastness of the true yuan in his body like an ocean, and his heart was full of intoxication.

It's just that when Mo Chen saw the system's evaluation, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.

What is an ordinary weak chicken at the peak of two stars!

No matter what I say now, I'm also the ultimate boss of the Condor Heroes world, okay? With this cultivation, when you reach the world of Tianlong Babu, you can be a strong and nameless sweeping monk!

Mo Chen complained about the game system in his heart, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

With such a strong and invincible strength, it doesn't seem to be difficult to play the original plot of the Collapse Condor, right?

It's just, will the game really give itself that much of a bargain?

Just when Mo Chen was puzzled, a Daoist with an anxious face rushed over from the direction of the Quanzhen Sect. Before the Daoist came to Mo Chen, there was a hurried exclamation: "Senior Brother Shouzao, it's not good." ”

Mo Chen frowned slightly, looking at the figure of the person who came, his identity suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zhao Zhijing!

His heart moved, and he looked at Zhao Zhijing.

I saw that Zhao Zhijing was tall and his face looked quite upright, but those slender eyes made him a little more gloomy, giving people a feeling that it was not easy to get along with.

Mo Chen looked at it and said in a deep voice: "Why are you so panicked, you have lost your identity in vain." ”

Zhao Zhijing came to Mo Chen's side, and when he heard him reprimand him coldly, his face showed a restrained look.

He took a deep breath, calmed his rapid breathing, saluted respectfully, and hurriedly said, "Senior Brother First, someone forcibly broke into Chongyang Palace. ”

"Forcibly breaking into Chongyang Palace?" Mo Chen's expression was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Could it be that the time when he came was the time when Huo Du and others forcibly broke into Chongyang Palace, and Guo Jing took Yang Guo to worship the Quanzhen Sect.

But then again, his mission is to destroy the world. Traveling back to the beginning of the plot of the Condor Heroes, there doesn't seem to be anything strange about it.

Mo Chen stood up and said calmly: "Let's go, by the way, tell me who dares to trespass on the Quanzhen Sect." ”

He had just taken a step, as if he had thought of something, and his steps were sudden.

Mo Chen glanced down at the dwarf case beside him, and there was a little doubt in his eyes. I seem to have forgotten something, but what is it?

Zhao Zhijing saw Mo Chen's puzzled look and asked cautiously, "Senior brother, is there something wrong?" ”

Mo Chen frowned slightly and shook his head.

Forget it, if you can't remember what it is, you don't think about it, and it's not a big deal to think about it. At the moment, it is still important to deal with Huo Du and others, maybe this is an opportunity for yourself.

Mo Chen's eyes flashed with different colors, and his footsteps quickly walked towards Chongyang Palace, thinking about how to maximize the collapse of the plot.

Zhao Zhijing lowered his head and followed closely behind Mo Chen, telling him about today's changes.

Not long after the two left, a figure in a long white dress slowly walked out of the quiet bamboo forest.

Her posture is graceful, and her white waist tightly binds the willow waist that Yingying holds, making her graceful figure even more concave and convex.

When she walked close to the bamboo forest, she could vaguely see its face.

But I saw that her eyebrows were picturesque, with a delicate and flawless melon seed face, her skin was fair and delicate, and her eyes were cold and quiet, like a bottomless spring.

The little dragon girl stood on the edge of the bamboo forest, and the breeze drove her waist-length hair like ink to dance lightly, like a nine-day fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

She looked at the empty low desk and the steaming teacup, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He's not here?

The little dragon girl looked around and didn't find Mo Chen's figure.

She waited in place for two quarters of an hour, until the tea on the low desk turned cold, and she didn't see Mo Chen appear.

The little dragon girl's pink cherry lips were tightly pursed, and her weak and boneless jade hands were clenched in the long sleeves, and the thin green tendons on them were beating. With a little doubt in her heart, a little bit of anger, she glanced coldly at the dwarf case in front of her, snorted lightly and turned to leave.

Don't let me see you again in the future, this liar!

At the same time, when the little dragon girl appeared on the outskirts of the bamboo forest, the Quanzhen Sect was indeed in a chaotic situation. In the station of the Quanzhen Sect, hundreds of outlaws and Quanzhen Sect disciples fought desperately.

In front of Chongyang Palace, the two figures danced and moved, and their fists intersected to make a thunderclap sound.

Six of the seven sons of the Quanzhen Sect were located at the gate of Chongyang Palace, looking at Hao Datong, who was beaten and had no power to fight back, his face couldn't help but be a little ugly.

Ma Yu's expression was solemn, looking at the strong man wearing Tibetan tantric Buddhist costumes and fighting desperately with Hao Datong, and the noble son shaking a folding fan behind him, his heart was full of doubts.

This person doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, and his words still have a northern accent, he should be a noble son of the Mongolian nationality. However, why did the other party deliberately oppose the Quanzhen Sect?

Could it be that Mongolia is deliberately testing the attitude of the Quanzhen religion?

Thinking of this, Ma Yu looked at the two of them with more and more cautious expressions.

Now that the Jin Kingdom has not long been destroyed, and the Northern Expedition of the Great Song Dynasty has been newly defeated, do the Mongols plan to take the Quanzhen Sect as a knife?

Just when Ma Yu was in doubt, he saw the strong man slap Hao Datong's chest, making a dull loud bang.

Hao Datong was suddenly hit hard, and his figure retreated more than ten steps, until he hit the wall of Chongyang Palace with a bang, and he stopped his body.

His face turned red, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency is good at cultivating. ”

Darba scratched his head and looked at Hao Datong as if he was fine, a little doubt flashed in his eyes, not knowing why the other party was fine under his attack.

"This is the level of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, it seems that the Quanzhen Sect is just a vain name?" Huo Du shook the folding fan in his hand, glanced at Quan Zhen Qizi with disdain, and chuckled.

Seeing the other party mocking the Quanzhen Sect like this, the Seven Sons of Quanzhen had a look of anger on their faces.

They looked sideways at Ma Yu, waiting for the master's instructions.

Ma Yu's expression changed slightly, looking at the arrogant Huo Du, listening to the fierce battle below, he didn't know what to do for a while.

Hao Datong is one of the seven sons of Quanzhen, but now he is inferior to a junior.

Now even if the other brothers win the competition, the final result is still not good-looking. If this matter spreads to the rivers and lakes, people will only say that the Quanzhen Sect uses the big to bully the small, and it still needs wheel warfare to defeat the enemy.

Just when Ma Yu was entangled in his heart, he heard a soft hum coming from outside: "How about my Quanzhen Sect, how can you, a barbarian, evaluate it?" ”