Looking at Meng Xie's disappearing figure, the sixth eye was puzzled, "Why are you in a hurry to let him go?"

Glancing at the place where Meng Xie had disappeared, Zhao Mu looked worried, and his eyes looked in the direction of Squirrel Peak again.

"Do you remember what I told you, since Squirrel Peak was occupied by the Ghost Claw Tiger, it has been very strange, the evolution of the Ghost Claw Tiger has not been so fast at all, but a group of Ghost Claw Tigers has suddenly appeared, and they are not comparable to those naturally evolved Mystery Beasts, and they are full of strangeness. ”

"When you say that, that's really the case, those ghost-clawed tigers are not my opponents at all, but there are so many of them that I can't parry them at all, otherwise I wouldn't have been robbed of so many origins by them back then. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Liuyan also began to doubt.

"So, I always feel that there is a hand pushing behind this, and Nether Fire will not appear in Squirrel Peak out of thin air, which is completely unsuitable for the birth of Nether Fire. ”

"Are you worried that after the Nether Fire is snatched away, the people behind it will deal with us, so you let Meng Xie leave quickly?"

The sixth looked at Zhao Mu, who nodded with a solemn expression.

"It's coming!"

As the words fell, I saw a distortion in the space in the clearing, and a pitch-black crack appeared out of thin air.

Out of the crack, a handsome, dashing, suave man walked out, with a long sword behind him.

The man twitched his nose a few times and smiled brightly, "Well, the Nether Fire was still here just now, hand over the Nether Fire, I can give you a good time!"

"Huh?"

As soon as he finished saying this, the man looked at Zhao Mu in surprise and asked uncertainly, "Are you Zhao Mu?"

Zhao Mu smiled, looked at the man, and couldn't help but shake his head lightly and sighed, "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember me Zhao Mu." ”

His face changed suddenly, and the man didn't expect that the person in front of him was really Zhao Mu.

Back then, as a disciple of the Refining Sect, he had the honor to observe the Southern Regions Dan Dao Conference that year, and he still remembered the image of Zhao Mu in it.

Although Zhao Mu was only seventh in the end, his wild figure and strong strength left the deepest impression on everyone in that session.

"How could it be? It is rumored in the outside world that you have gone mad and are already dead, why are you in the Forest of Death, could it be that you took the Nether Fire!"

Suddenly, remembering something, the man asked.

"Hehe, I took it, you have the ability to take it back!"

Zhao Mu stood proudly, not taking the future in his eyes at all!

After a moment's hesitation, the man decided to give it a try.

Back then, at the Southern Regions Dandao Conference, Zhao Mu was already a strong man at the level of a military general, and now that decades have passed, who knows how terrifying his strength is.

With a "swish", the man's long sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Zhao Mu in the air!

"I was fortunate to have seen the figure of the mad monarch Zhao Mu back then, so I'll come and learn it today!"

As he spoke, the sword paused in the air and swooped out.

The long sword was like a trend, leaving a long trail in the air, heading straight for Zhao Mu.

Zhao Mu looked leisurely, protected the old six eyes behind him with his hand, and snorted heavily.

Spiritual power poured out from the center of his eyebrows, forming a thick layer of protection in front of him.

The galloping long sword was still a foot away from Zhao Mu, stopped, and no matter how the man urged, it no longer took a step forward.

Zhao Mu seems to be calm, but in fact, he has more than enough heart and not enough strength.

This little bit of spiritual power was accumulated by him for decades, and now he took it out to fight, which made his eyebrows empty for a while.

A pale color flashed from his face, but it still made the man opposite sharp-eyed.

"Haha, it seems that the rumors are true, Zhao Mu, you really have no cultivation, it almost scared me, think about it, it is really an honor for the mad monarch of the year to die under my sword. ”

Sensing Zhao Mu's unnaturalness, the man laughed wildly, and he no longer kept his hand at the moment.

The long sword shook in the air, and suddenly grew a few feet, and the huge pressure and air currents blew the leaves on the ground in all directions.

"Die!"

The man burst into shouts, and the long sword suddenly fell!

Zhao Mu smiled bitterly, now that his whole body was in ruins, he could only watch the long sword become bigger and bigger, and the cold air was piercing.

Outside the Death Forest, Meng Xie hurried away quickly with the help of the Flying Eagle Wind Record, for fear that he would not be able to participate in the Southern Regions Dan Dao Conference if it was too late.

Suddenly, in the depths of the Forest of Death, there was a loud noise.

Meng Xie turned around, but didn't find anything abnormal, so he turned around and continued on his way.

It took most of the day for Meng Xie to come to Caiyun City.

The thick walls, the wide streets, and the bustling crowds around make it look very lively.

Meng Xie came to the Heavenly Oracle Pavilion in Caiyun City, handed over a token to the steward inside, and told him to ask to see the pavilion master.

The steward looked at the silver token, his face changed, this is a Keqing Elder Token that only the Pavilion Master has the right to issue, it seems that this person has a lot to do with the Pavilion Master.

Tell Meng Xie to wait, and the steward will go upstairs to tell the pavilion master.

After a while, the steward came down and invited Meng Xie upstairs.

Coming to the third floor, Meng Xie stopped outside the door of a room.

Last time, the beauty pavilion master was here to entertain herself.

The light door was light, and a pleasant voice came from inside.

"Come in!"

The door opens automatically and suddenly.

Meng Xie stepped in and found that the beauty pavilion master was leaning on the railing, holding his cheeks, and staring blankly into the distance.

Looking at the beauty pavilion master again, Meng Xie had to sigh at the creator's ingenuity.

The beautiful pavilion master in front of her, with a moderate figure, one more is fat, and one less is thin, with two willow leaf bends on her fair melon seed face, and her cold eyes make people have the urge to find out, although she looks only in her thirties, her skin remains like a girl in her twenties.

"Have you seen Zhao Mu?"

The master of the Beauty Pavilion turned his head sideways, glanced at Meng Xie, walked to the table in the room and sat down, and motioned for Meng Xie to sit opposite.

Meng Xie stepped forward and sat down, nodded and said, "Yes, I saw Uncle Zhao." ”

"Uncle Zhao?" the beauty pavilion master chuckled and shook his head helplessly, "This guy is still so hard-mouthed, everything has been handed over to others, and he still doesn't let people call him master, forget it, you can call it whatever he asks you to call." ”

"Presumably, he also told you, I am Qin Qing, since you have obtained the Fire Devouring Technique, that is your own person, Brother Ji came a few days ago, let me tell you, after getting your hands on it, rush to the Refining Weapon Sect as soon as possible, this year's Dan Dao Conference is held there. ”

"It's a long way to go, so I won't leave you behind, since you've already obtained the Fire Devouring Technique, you may be able to do me a favor in the future, but not now, you have to wait until you become a military general, there is hope, okay?" )