readx; Time flies by. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In the blink of an eye, Mo Hang has been coming to the Bagua Sword Array Gate for two years, and he is very familiar with the environment there, giving him a warm feeling of home.

In a secret room in the courtyard, Mo Hang and Murong Zhen'er were competing. Their faces are a little less immature, and a little more handsome and gorgeous. Due to the long-term operation of the aura, Murong Zhen'er was a little panting, and her forehead was even more dripping with sweat. Looking at Mo Hang, he looked extremely relaxed, and looking at it disgusted Murong Zhen'er.

She just couldn't understand why Mo Hang was so wicked. In less than two years, Mo Hang had been promoted to the sixth level of the Spirit Sect, and she herself was still at the level of the Spirit Master. As for the level of the spirit master, she is reluctant to tell the reader, please forgive me.

Murong Zhen'er is known to be talented, intelligent, and talented, and compared to other disciples, she is the kind of existence that is top-notch. Therefore, the head of the Murong family accepted her as a personal disciple, not because she was his precious daughter for personal gain.

However, in the Bagua Sword Formation Gate, her brilliance was obscured by Mo Hang. The hatred in her heart for Mo Hang stealing her limelight has risen over time, and she hates Mo Hang so much that she grits her teeth. For this reason, she also specially gave Mohang the title of "demon".

Mo Hang felt helpless and said that he was very innocent. But how could Miss Zhen'er reason with him, at this moment, she was holding a long sword in her hand and stabbed towards Mo Hang.

As the saying goes, good men don't fight with women, not to mention Mo Hang, a big man who is almost a whole rank higher than Murong Zhen'er's strength. Regarding Murong Zhen'er's crazy attack, he just chose to dodge and respond. Therefore, Murong Zhen'er was tired, and Mohang was at ease.

The two have known each other for almost two years, and they are both the personal disciples of the head of Murong, and they always practice together. Therefore, they have long been considered acquaintances, and they will not be polite to each other. Of course, Murong Zhen'er was far more polite than Mo Hang.

Murong Zhen'er's smart eyes stared at Mo Hang tightly, her small mouth pursed, and she shouted at Mo Hang dissatisfiedly: "Demon, what are you hiding? If you hide again, I will ignore you." ”

Although Mo Hang is not very interested in the word "demon", it is better than Murong Zhen'er calling him a junior brother. Therefore, he gradually adapted to Murong Zhen'er's name for him.

Hearing Murong Zhen'er's request, Mo Hang felt helpless. What are you hiding? The long sword is stabbing at you, can you not dodge?

Therefore, Mo Hang ignored Murong Zhen'er, looked at the long sword that attacked him, and dodged even faster.

Seeing that Mo Hang didn't listen to his words, Murong Zhen'er had anger burning in her heart, her small mouth pursed even higher, and she launched her strongest attack at Mo Hang.

In addition to dodging and resisting when necessary, Mo Hang didn't dare to make any other moves. Otherwise, if he annoys this little aunt, his life will not be easy.

Compared with the days of Mohang, the little leopard has a better life. Although he is often chased and beaten by the kitchen chef, he is able to get out of the way. In addition to sleeping and stealing food, he usually plays with Murong Zhen'er, and brags about his heroic deeds with those disciples who admire it, so as to satisfy his vain heart.

Because of Mo Hang's amazing talent, he has a very high status in the hearts of the disciples of the master, even surpassing some uncles. His excellent performance was recognized by the head of Murong and all the disciples, and after nearly two years of hard work, he finally obtained a pass. A pass that can be passed through the exit to leave this secret area.

But before that, the head of Murong was going to give Mo Hang a gift, after all, he was the most talented disciple since the establishment of the Bagua Sword Formation Sect. Although he left the sect, he was still a disciple of the Bagua Sword Formation Sect, and he was the personal disciple of his head of the Murong Sect.

That day, Mo Hang followed the head of Murong into a passage, walked in it for about a quarter of an hour, and came to a fairly spacious secret room.

The head of Murong opened the door of the secret room and led Mo Hang in. It emitted a pale green glow that swayed on every inch of the floor of the chamber, allowing Mo Hang to see everything around him.

The chamber was empty, empty except for a stone tablet near the stone wall. Mo Hang didn't know the intentions of the head of Murong, so he said to the head of Murong: "Master, what are you bringing me here for?

"Hehe, I'm going to be so boring? "The head of Murong has a kind and authentic attitude.

"Oh. Mo Hang replied casually, and then slowly walked towards the ordinary-looking stone tablet with curiosity.

After approaching the stele, he saw several hazy characters engraved on it, "Earthquake Monument".

Immediately, Mo Hang cast a puzzled look at the head of Murong, who just smiled.

Mo Hang was annoyed for a while, and could only figure out the function of the stele by himself. He lightly touched the stele with his finger, and a rather shocking sensation welled up in his finger. It was an unrestrained wildness, with a vast force as the sea churning, like thousands of troops, and the momentum was monstrous.

Mo Hang's fingers snapped away, and then he began to savor the feeling. There was a strong shock in my heart, and I felt incredible about its weirdness.

After calming down the turbulent waves in his heart, Mo Hang's dark eyes stared at the stone tablet tightly, and once again tentatively stretched out his finger. It's still the same feeling, it's still the same power, but this time Mo Hang didn't retreat quickly, but felt the weirdness coming from the stone tablet.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes, stopped moving, and fell into meditation. His soul followed his fingers into the stele, following the sense, slowly forgetting himself.

Seeing this, the head of Murong next to him showed a pleased smile and muttered: "Little guy, I created the opportunity for you, as for whether you can get it or not, it depends on you." With that, he turned and walked towards the secret room, and then closed the stone door.

Mo Hang opened his eyes, and in front of him was an endless desert. There, there was no life, and although he felt the momentum of thousands of troops and horses coming from the stone tablet, he did not see any horses, not even a lump of horse dung.

He was puzzled in his heart, and muttered to himself, "Where am I? Wasn't I still in the secret room just now?" He couldn't care so much, and walked slowly in one direction, while shouting, "Master, master, where are you?"

The voice came out and disappeared into the desert, without any response. Mo Hang was a little disappointed, but in the middle of this desert, he had no choice but to move forward slowly, slowly.