Fang Chen reached the sixth layer, this news, no one except himself knew about it, even the maid Xiaoyun didn't know, the entire Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion, including the hall owner who came back every three or five days, only knew that he was now cultivating on the fourth layer!

Today, when he was about to practice as usual, a figure came from the courtyard that made him have to stop cultivating.

"I said Xiao Chen, when did you become so fond of cultivation, I heard that the Bai Pavilion Master said that you haven't been out for two months. Looking at the thin figure walking out of the room, Mo Jian asked with a smile.

"Brother Mo Jian, you didn't come to me to ridicule me. ”

Mo Jian smiled and said mysteriously: "You can see it, that's right, I came to you because I have something very important to tell you." ”

"Very important thing?" Fang Chen was slightly stunned, the most important thing for him now was to improve his cultivation and prepare for the future battle of life and death, he couldn't think of anything more important than this.

"Hehe, news came yesterday that a batch of resources from the martial arts hall were robbed by the thieves of Qinglin Mountain on the way to transport, and now Deputy Pavilion Master Yang is furious about this matter, and ordered my father to lead a team of martial arts hall martial artists and apprentices to raze Qinglin Mountain. Mo Jian's face showed a look of eagerness: "This is a good thing, not only can you improve your combat experience, but also have a lot of contributions, and this time my father led the team, and the big leader of the bandits in Qinglin Mountain only has a seven-layer cultivation, not to mention that the elder brother didn't take care of you." ”

The thieves of Qinglin Mountain, Fang Chen also knew some in his memory, it was a rogue group composed of some martial artists, but all of them were fourth-layer and above, these people were all loose cultivators, in this era of cultivation boom, all resources were firmly in the hands of some large forces, ordinary martial artists wanted to get resources, except for joining a certain force, there was only adventure!

As for re-establishing a force, this is obviously unrealistic, you must know that as far as Yanyang City is concerned, the Zhou family has become a thousand-year-old, even the shortest Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall has a history of hundreds of years!

It is impossible to build a force in a short period of time, and the resources of Yanyang City have already been divided up by the current forces!

Fang Chen smiled slightly, he was not interested in participating in such a bandit action: "Brother Mo Jian, I won't go, I still have to cultivate." "As soon as he heard it, he knew that the martial arts hall was letting Mo Jian go to practice this time, and he didn't have much interest.

"Really not going?" Mo Jian asked suspiciously, after all, such a good thing, other apprentices were all scrambling to go.

"En, go!" Fang Chen just wanted to shake his head, and suddenly thought of something, he didn't seem to have understood the strength of the current martial artist, and his understanding of the strength of the martial artist was still above the previous level, which was a big drawback.

"You get ready, let's leave at noon!" Mo Jian turned around and left, apparently preparing.

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The next day, Fang Chen adjusted his state and brought the Qingfeng Sword, and when he came to the place agreed with Mo Jian, he saw a team of guards with a face full of slaughter.

"These martial artists, although they haven't broken through the seventh layer yet, but they are full of energy and killing intent, it seems that they should all be apprentices of the battle hall! The middle-aged man standing at the front must be Mo Qingshi!" Fang Chen thought to himself.

"Xiao Chen, are you here?" Seeing Fang Chen coming over, Mo Jian hurriedly greeted him: "The team is ready, only you are left!"

"I'm sorry, my cultivation was delayed in the morning. Fang Chen smiled slightly and took a step forward: "Little nephew Fang Chen has seen Uncle Mo." ”

"Well, you are Fang Chen, yes, really good!" Mo Qingshi nodded appreciatively: "It is worthy of being the son of Senior Brother Fang, this talent is better than blue, and Yuan Li has been derived in just one year and a few months!"

"It's good to go out and see the world this time, it will help you a lot in the life-and-death battle four months later, you just follow me, you don't have to make a move!" Mo Qingshi finished speaking, and jumped on a horse.

There are a total of two horses in front of the team, one is Mo Qingshi's own, and the other is for Fang Chen, which shows that Fang Chen's identity is special in the Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall!

Stepping on the horse, a flick of anger slapped the horse's ass, and suddenly flew up, bringing up a wisp of dust.

The speed of the horse is very fast, if you want to reach Qinglin Mountain, it will only take about an hour, but the other apprentices in the battle hall do not have horses, even if Mo Jian, they are also on foot, it is not that there are no horses in the martial arts hall, but the experience for the apprentices!

At dusk, everyone finally came to Qinglin Mountain.

The night breeze is blowing, with a hint of blood, the moon is dark and the wind is high on the murderous night, and the choice to set off at noon is already calculated!

"Hiss ......"

The sound of countless footsteps made the entire battle hall stop slightly.

"There are enemies?"

Fang Chen also raised his spirit, the Qingfeng sword in his hand was unsheathed, and when he held it in his hand, the blood in his whole body was boiling!

How many years has it been? How long has it been since I felt this way? Since I was named the Sword Sect, there is no opponent, even if it is an ordinary Grandmaster powerhouse, I will be scared away by my own drink!

Whoosh, whoosh!

Suddenly, a rain of arrows rushed over, but everyone in the battle hall did not panic at all, these are ordinary bows and crossbows, which are still useful against martial artists below the fourth layer, but against martial artists above the fourth layer, it is not of any use at all, not to mention these elite apprentices of the battle hall who came with today!

The overwhelming rain of arrows did not make everyone feel a trace of fear, but provoked endless killing opportunities!

"Kill!"

"Kill!" ......

I don't know who took the lead in roaring, and the whole scene suddenly became earth-shattering, and Yuan Li of different colors continued to pour out, swords, guns, swords, and various weapons emerged in endlessly!

Mo Qingshi didn't move, Mo Jian didn't move, and Fang Chen didn't move, and the three of them just stood upright.

"Haha, good time!"

Suddenly, a burst of aura struck, Mo Jian's eyes flashed, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and with a whirring sword roar, he came out!

Qimang, a symbol of an eight-layer martial artist, there is an eight-layer martial artist in this Qinglin Mountain!

At the same time, Mo Qingshi's eyes were also shining: "Since Your Excellency is here, why hide your head and show your tail?

As he spoke, a burst of anger slashed out.

"Haha, he is worthy of being the deacon of the battle hall of the Jiuyang Martial Arts Hall, his skills are extraordinary, I didn't expect to find out the existence of the old man!"

A sharp roar soared into the sky, and a momentum comparable to Mo Qingshi went straight to the battlefield!

"Tenth-layer martial artist, free way!"

When Mo Qingshi saw the person who came out, his heart sank.

Out came an old man with a ruddy complexion, followed by a young man who was not much older than Mo Jian.

"Yes, it's the Honsan!"

"No wonder Qinglin Mountain dares to intercept the resources of my Jiuyang Martial Arts Pavilion, I think it's because of the fact that you are in charge!"

"Mo Qingshi, I advise you not to make a move, and I won't make a move, how about the two of you just watch the excitement here?" the old man said lightly.