"Engong is not chasing after the people of the Wang family now, which means that we are safe. I don't think it's good for a few of us to stay in the Southern Xinjiang Mountains now, let's go to Beast Hunting Town first!" Now there are only four people left in their entire team, and the four of them are very dangerous in the Southern Xinjiang Mountains, so it is better to leave the Southern Xinjiang Mountains.

"It's okay! This mountain range in southern Xinjiang is full of dangers, so we should go back as soon as possible. Mo Tian did not object, after a big battle with the young master of the Wang family and others, he had a feeling, there were faint signs of a breakthrough in cultivation, and now he had to find a quiet place to retreat and break through cultivation.

The southern Xinjiang mountain range is full of dangers and is not suitable for retreat and cultivation, so it is best to go back to the Beast Hunting Town.

“......”

A few days later, the four of them had successfully left the southern Xinjiang mountain range.

"Big Brother Eight Monsters, your martial arts skills have been mastered, and your comprehension is really high. If it weren't for the guidance of Big Brother Eight Monsters in the past two days, I wouldn't have started my current knife skills. On the mountain road, the little fat man looked at Mo Tian with a look of adoration.

"I don't know if I understand it or not. I was locked up by my father since I was a child, and I had nothing to do, so I practiced martial arts desperately every day, and others spent an hour practicing martial arts, and I spent ten hours. Mo Tian laughed. Tell me about Mo Tian's cultivation in this life, I don't know whether Mo Tian's comprehension in this world is high or not, but his diligence is real. In order to cultivate martial arts to the realm of Dacheng, every move and style has to be cultivated hundreds of times, and all the time spent on cultivating martial arts for several days and a day. That's why he was able to cultivate all the martial arts in the Mo family's Seven Killing Techniques to the Dacheng realm.

"Ah, it took ten hours!" the little fat man exclaimed.

"If you want to achieve something in martial arts, only diligence can make up for it. As long as you are willing to work hard, I believe you will also be able to cultivate your martial arts to the realm of Dacheng. Mo Tian said. To be honest, martial arts are such a thing, as long as they cultivate as crazy as the dead Mo Tian, they can all be cultivated to the realm of Dacheng. But if you want to cultivate to the Great Perfection realm, then you can't do it with diligence, but really rely on understanding and talent!

"Really, can I really do it! But the martial arts I practice are all rotten martial arts in the yellow-level exercises on the bad street. The little fat man said unconfidently. After all, the exercises he cultivated were the worst of the Yellow Rank, and they couldn't be compared to Mo Tian's Xuan-level Seven Killing Techniques.

There are also grades of exercises in this world, and they are divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang like martial spirits, and the heavenly level is the best exercise, and Huang is the worst exercise. And the superior exercises are in the hands of some big families, and civilian martial artists can only practice the lowest level exercises. Although these exercises are also exercises, their power cannot be compared with superior exercises at all.

Mo Tian said: "Hehe, the power of the mountain-opening superior exercise is very great, but it is also difficult to cultivate. Moreover, whoever stipulates the martial arts of the Yellow Level Exercises cannot be cultivated to the Dacheng realm, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can still cultivate the martial arts in the Yellow Level Exercises to the Dacheng realm. If you don't work hard, even if you have superior exercises, you won't be able to cultivate the Dacheng realm. And once any martial art is cultivated to the Dacheng realm, its power will become very powerful. ”

"That's it!" the little fat man suddenly realized.

The fat uncle said: "Engong is right, as long as you are willing to work hard, the Huang-level exercises can still be cultivated to the realm of great success." I have seen a martial artist cultivate a yellow-level martial art to the Dacheng realm. ”

"Yes, I have seen it too. The old drunkard laughed. Seeing his grandson finally grow his strength, he is the happiest one.

"Okay, I must work hard, I want to be like the Eight Monster Brothers, and spend ten hours a day cultivating martial arts. The little fat man said with determination.

While a few people were talking, several people had already entered the Beast Hunting City.

This beast hunting city is not the beast hunting city that Mo Tian came from, but another beast hunting city. There are many such beast hunting cities around the Southern Xinjiang Mountain Range, because the Southern Xinjiang Mountain Range is too big and too big. And these beast hunting cities were all built by the most powerful royal families or families in the Great Xia Kingdom, because each beast hunting city can produce amazing wealth. As far as Mo Tian knew, the Mo family also had several beast hunting cities.

Just like the first Beast Hunting City that Mo Tian had entered before, as soon as he entered the Beast Hunting City, all kinds of shouts were heard endlessly. The small city is full of warriors who trade back and forth.

The old drunkard asked Mo Tian and said, "Where are you going to go?"

"This ......"

Just when Mo Tian hesitated, the little fat man opened the mountain and said: "Eight monster brothers, why don't you go with us to the place where we live, although it is a slum, but you can live in it, the inn in this beast hunting city is expensive to death." ”

"It's good!"

Mo Tian nodded, he went back to Beast Hunting City this time just to find a quiet place to retreat and cultivate, and break through his cultivation. And it's not a long retreat, it can be as short as one night, as long as two or three days, so it doesn't matter where you retreat, as long as you have a room.

"Hey, it's a pity that we all died this time, I really don't know how to face my brothers' families!" the fat uncle looked sad. Due to the limited resources of these civilian martial cultivators, many of them brought their families to the southern Xinjiang mountain range.

"Hey, if we do the orc hunters, death is a matter of time, everyone is mentally prepared, we just need to try our best to take care of our brothers' families in the future." "Compared with the little fat man and the fat uncle, the old drunkard is very open. He has been an orc hunter all his life, and he has seen too much of this kind of life and death parting, so his heart has long been numb.

Although the town beast city is small, don't look at him small. He has everything that a city should have, and there are three religions and nine streams in the city, and all walks of life exist. The slum in the mouth of the old drunkards is in the north of the city, where the common people live in martial arts. Since this town beast city was directly hollowed out of a hill, the living places are all caves, and there are no brick and wood houses.

Soon, under the leadership of the old drunkard, Mo Tian came to the entrance of a cave with a stone door.

“......”

The little fat man Kaishan and the fat uncle wanted to knock on the door, but the two hesitated and never dared to knock on the door.

"Hey!"

The old drunkard lamented, and finally he knocked on the stone door.

Soon the stone gate opened, and the old drunkard took the lead in entering the stone gate, and the process seemed unusual. But Mo Tian could feel that every step of the three of them was very difficult and heavy.

"Grandpa Jiu, why did you come back so quickly! Sister Qingzhu also said that you will never come back, is it really nonsense!" He ran up to the old drunkard and laughed.

“......”

When he saw the little boy, the old drunkard wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything when the words came out of his mouth.

Although it is a cave, there are night pearls in the cave, making the cave as bright as day. And inside the cave are countless small caves. Soon out of the small cave came some people, children, women and old people.

"Drunkard, why come back to the three of you, don't the others ......?" an old woman said halfway through her words, unable to say any more.

"Ahh

"Hey!"

"Father!"

"Brother!"

Suddenly, there were heart-rending laments and shouts in the cave. All of a sudden, there was a deep sadness in the cave.

“......”

Mo Tian looked at all this, and his heart was also very uncomfortable. In this world, the lives of civilian monks are not valuable, and no one cares if they die. They are dead for a hundred, but their families are left to suffer in this cruel world. If Mo Tian was a civilian monk himself, he would never get married and have children, which was irresponsible to his wife and children.

“......”

Sadness came and went quickly, and soon, everyone calmed down, whether it was a woman or a child, they were not grieving. This scene made Mo Tian sigh, as a traverser, he had to sigh the strength of these women and children, after all, the dead were their fathers or husbands. The head of the family died, and it would be unimaginable if he was replaced by an ordinary earthling.

"Tell me what the hell is going on, drunkard?" asked the old woman, who had seen that everyone had calmed down.

"Hey, as soon as we entered the Southern Xinjiang Mountains, we encountered the third-order demon beast Snow Bear. We could have escaped, but we were greedy, so we ......," said the old drunkard, taking out the urns of the crowd from the storage bag.

After listening to the old drunkard's words, everyone put away the urn in their house, and then went back to the cave where they lived. Although everyone was strong in front of people, they cried again when they returned to their caves.

"Who is he?"

When everyone dispersed, the old woman pointed to Mo Tian and asked.

"Granny Qing, he is my big brother of the Eight Monsters, if it weren't for the help of the Big Brother of the Eight Monsters, my grandfather and my fat uncle would have been killed by the snow bear. The little fat man introduced.

"Hey, he only has the first rank of martial arts, and he can't protect himself in front of the snow bear, how can he save you. The old man wondered.

"Martial Disciple Sixth Order!" "Between martial artists and martial artists, as long as the disparity in strength is not too great, they can sense each other's cultivation. The old woman saw Mo Tian's cultivation, and Mo Tian also saw the old woman's cultivation.

The old woman actually possessed the cultivation of the sixth order of martial arts, which surprised Mo Tian. You must know that the sixth order of martial apprentices is not to mention that among the civilian monks, even in the family, it can be regarded as a high-level cultivator. It's really amazing that a civilian old lady actually has the cultivation of a martial disciple of the sixth order!

"Here's the thing, Granny Qing ......" The little fat man opened the mountain to tell the whole story of how Mo Tian saved them, and also told the young master of the Wang family about chasing and killing them.

"Thank you, young man, for saving them. Hearing what had happened, the old woman thanked Mo Tian.

"My predecessors are serious, and I'm just saving myself. "The old woman is a sixth-order martial artist, Mo Tian didn't dare to slack off, and immediately replied.

"Well, Chubby, take him to the secret room! He has completed his cultivation now, and now he urgently needs to break through his cultivation. The old woman smiled and pointed to a cave.

"This ......"

Mo Tian was surprised, this old woman actually saw that his current cultivation was close to a breakthrough.

"Oh, young man, don't be afraid. The old woman is also a sixth-order martial artist, if she can't even see this, then she has really lived all these years in vain!" the old woman laughed.

"Yes, Big Brother Eight Monsters, my Granny Qing is a sixth-order martial artist, she has a lot of experience, and she usually guides us in our cultivation by her old man. The little fat man said with a smile.

"Well, I'll retire from my predecessor. Mo Tian nodded, and followed the little fat man into a grotto.