Yang Fan was quite happy to hear Lu Tianyun say this at first, but then when he saw him so old-fashioned, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but want to beat him.

However, Xiao Feng was faster than him, and before Yang Fan could speak, he pounced on him and fought with his teeth and claws.

"Ah......h

"Don't ......"

"Stop, you ......"

Lu Tianyun swallowed his saliva, looked at Xiao Feng's vicious appearance, and swallowed back the word pervert.

turned to look at Yang Fan with a bitter face and said: "Brother, you can't favor one over the other, you said that it's not easy for brothers to get together, why don't you do anything to me as soon as you meet, it's easy for me, I." ”

Hearing this, Yang Fan held back a smile on his face and said, "You kid deserve it, let you pretend to be deep, haha!"

In the end, I couldn't hold it back, and the same courtyard was amused by Lu Tianyun's expression.

......

The next day, several people saw Yang Fan and Mo Zhiyuan off.

Yang Fan turned to look at Yang Dinglong, and Yang Dinglong also looked at him.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Yang Fan landed on his knees, buckled three heads towards Yang Dinglong, and couldn't say a word at the moment.

Looking at Yang Qi and Yang Xuan again, he didn't know what to say, but his eyes were already starting to redden.

After a long time, he still said: "Big brother and second brother, father, take care!"

Then he got up and said to Lu Tianyun: "Take care!"

"Alas, brother, can you put away your sad expression, make it feel like life and death, I will also be uncomfortable with you. At this moment, Lu Tianyun really couldn't stand it, and put away that cynical look and said goodbye to Yang Fan.

From beginning to end, Mo Zhiyuan didn't say a word, but nodded secretly when he looked at Yang Fan's performance.

Then Yang Fan turned to look at Mo Zhiyuan and did not speak.

Mo Zhi's vision was almost over, he said goodbye to a few people, and said, "Everyone, there will be a period later." ”

Then Mo Zhiyuan silently recited the mantra, and the Zimu Sword flew out at the right time, turning into the size of a small flying boat, and said to Yang Fan: "This journey is far away, with the ability of you and me, it will still take some time, and this sword can reduce our unnecessary consumption." ”

"Wow......" Yang Fan was already dumbfounded.

Seeing Yang Fan's expression, Mo Zhiyuan finally felt proud in his heart, he originally wanted to see if this little monster could continue to be so calm, but he didn't expect to change from a child of a family to a hillbilly here.

The sourness in my heart is no longer enough to express in words.

"Why don't you come up soon?" Mo Zhiyuan snorted coldly.

But he secretly said in his heart: "Little hillbilly, it's all a shame for Lao Tzu." ”

"Okay!" Yang Fan replied excitedly, not caring about Mo Zhiyuan's disdainful gaze.

"Sit tight. Mo Zhiyuan said.

"Huh? Yes. Yang Fan replied hurriedly.

"Ah......" At the moment when the Zimu Sword soared into the sky, the inertia made Yang Fan almost fall from mid-air, but fortunately, at the critical moment, Yang Fan grabbed the corner of Mo Zhiyuan's clothes, and then stopped his figure.

Even so, it made Yang Fan babble a lot.

At the same time, Mo Zhiyuan's almost roaring voice was heard.

"Let it go, you hillbilly!"

"I won't let go, so fast, you want to fall me to death? Ya, you're old, you've lived enough, I haven't lived enough!" Yang Fan turned his head and waist like a drum.

Yang Fan didn't say it, but as soon as he said this, Mo Zhiyuan's originally black face was about to turn the color of pig liver, but he was helpless.

Don't look at Mo Zhiyuan is in the realm of the Yuan Infant Stage, but Yang Fan is an individual cultivator, and he fights closely, which is his weakness.

In the end, there was no way, although Mo Zhiyuan had a black face, he still patiently said to Yang Fan: "Little rabbit cub, where are you pinching? Believe it or not, I will turn around and throw you down while you are not paying attention?"

When Yang Fan heard this, he looked down and saw that one of the two hands was grabbing the corner of his clothes, and the other was pinching his waist, and then looked up at Mo Zhiyuan's dark face, and couldn't help but laugh immortally, and quickly withdrew that hand, embarrassed.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyuan snorted angrily and stopped looking at Yang Fan.

Next, the old and the young spent this awkward trip.

At first, Yang Fan heard Mo Zhiyuan say that it would take some time, so he planned to cultivate, but then he looked down and couldn't calm down.

Because although Mo Zhiyuan had slowed down, it was also impossible for ordinary monks in the Yudan stage to catch up with their full flight.

Therefore, this still can't stop him from seeing this splendid mountains and rivers everywhere, bustling cities, like ants and people, all kinds of things doing.

......

......

The cultivation realm is composed of three major systems, namely Buddhism, Monks, and Demonic Paths.

Among them, the number of monks is the largest, and there are many masters, especially in recent years, the younger generation of rookies have emerged in an endless stream, and there is a faint overwhelm of the other two systems.

However, in the process of growing up, if there is no relatively strong person to escort them and guide them to grow, then it is very likely that they will die before they become towering trees, which is the cruelty of the cultivation realm.

But in any case, the monks are all headed by the six major forces, which are referred to as one school, two sects and three sects.

These six major forces are: Nine Sword Sect, Haotu Sect, Five Elements Sect, Confucianism, Daoting, and Shuiyunhui.

And Yang Fan went to Haotu Sect, maybe this is a strange existence among the common people, but in the cultivation world, this is a famous place.

Yang Fan was an accident, but it was also a special case, nothing more.

Because this is not a place where everyone can go, many people are proud to be part of the Six Forces.

As for the people of the Demon Dao, the progress of cultivation is very fast, but most of the methods are extremely vicious, because it is too cruel and hurts the heavens and harmony, so many people cannot accept this method, so the distinction between good and evil is formed.

Compared with the forces of good and evil, the people in Buddhism are much more low-key, because no matter how the other two factions fight, they never participate and always maintain neutrality, but this does not affect their strength, so Buddhism is also the most mysterious force.

......

I don't know how long it took, Mo Zhiyuan suddenly said: "After crossing the canal in front, it is the boundary of the Haotu Sect." ”

When Yang Fan heard this, he also looked up, and sure enough, there was a big river in front of him, this river didn't look big, but it was actually extremely wide, even if Mo Zhiyuan flew the sword for a while, it took a while to fly over, you can imagine how big this river is.

The boundary of the Haotu Sect is vast, and there is a holy mountain in the center, but it is almost as high as the sky.

From afar, Yang Fan saw a magnificent giant mountain inserted into the clouds in the depths of the clouds, and Yang Fan was fascinated and a little stunned.

Mo Zhiyuan also seemed to be used to Yang Fan's turtle appearance, but he still couldn't help but say teasingly: "How is it? Boy, are you dumbfounded?" haha!"

"Uh......" Yang Fan retracted his gaze and looked at Mo Zhiyuan with some embarrassment, but he didn't know how to answer, so he grabbed the back of his head.

Mo Zhiyuan took Yang Fan's expression into his eyes with satisfaction, but he didn't spare him on his mouth, and said jokingly: "Not bad, you kid still know how to converge?"

"Hmph!" Yang Fan clasped his hands to his chest, his head simply twisted to the side, out of sight and out of mind, too lazy to take care of him.

Along the way, every time Yang Fan was speechless in this small space, all he could think of was this trick.

"Hey...... you little bunny, you're getting a good temper, look back at how I fix you. Mo Zhiyuan snorted.

Yang Fan was about to say something more, when suddenly two bright lights came from the holy mountain in the distance, with a strong whistling sound, Yang Fan followed the sound and found that two people were galloping towards them.

Mo Zhiyuan also stopped flying and looked at the other side, obviously he also recognized the two of them.

"Huh, Senior Brother Mo, didn't you go on a mission? Why did you come back when you were free?" Before the person arrived, the voice had already arrived first, and a hearty voice came from far and near.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Qi, and the task of the master has already been completed, but it happened that the Hui clan encountered some opportunities, so he returned to the clan to have a feeling. Mo Zhiyuan arched his hand and said to Senior Brother Qi in front of him.

"I see!" said Senior Brother Qi.

Turning to look at Yang Fan, he asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

"I met this son after several twists and turns on this trip, and saw that his wisdom roots were good and his qualifications were excellent, and it took a lot of effort to bring this son back to the mountain gate, hehe!" Mo Zhiyuan stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Oh?" The two on the other side looked at Yang Fan in surprise, but they couldn't see anything, because Yang Fan had already cultivated the double cultivation of the law body, and now his mana fluctuated and restrained, and ordinary people really couldn't see anything outstanding about him.

"By the way, junior brother, where are you two going?" Mo Zhiyuan asked.

The two of them glanced at each other, and Senior Brother Qi said: "Recently, the disciples of a subordinate sect under the jurisdiction of our sect have disappeared one after another, and we have no choice but to send a request for help, asking our sect to send experts to help investigate this matter. ”

"Oh, there is such a thing?" Mo Zhiyuan was also a little surprised, because although the Xingyi Sect was not a big sect, its sect strength in the cultivation realm was also quite good.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Zhiyuan asked, "But what eyebrows do you have?"

"There is actually a figure of a demonic person, but it has not been confirmed. Senior Brother Qi shook his head and said.

Mo Zhiyuan sighed when he heard this and said: "If there are many people today, we will wait for the meeting, but it's a pity that this body is almost useless." ”

Yang Fan heard Mo Zhiyuan's melancholy, and his heart was also a little uncomfortable, anyone could hear the unwillingness, but then there was an inexplicable taste of discomfort, excitement, trembling, excitement, desolation, and sympathy, like a five-flavor bottle.

"Without further ado, I wish the two junior brothers a smooth trip! I'll take this little guy back to the sect to meet the sect master first. Mo Zhiyuan arched his hand and said.

"Okay!" Senior Brother Qi and the others also replied.

Seeing the backs of the two of them going away, Mo Zhiyuan sighed and said softly: "Boy, you have taken this messenger away." ”

After Yang Fan took the messenger, he looked at Mo Zhiyuan.

"Alas, little monster, you can ask whatever you want. Mo Zhiyuan said with some feelings.

"I have always been very incomprehensible, why did you not only kill Mo Di, but also extradite me to Haotu Sect, maybe you have certain privileges, but you can completely not give me this place, and turn it to your descendants. Yang Fan said.

"Indeed, I have this privilege, but my privilege is as you think, and I can only use it once, but if my son has half of your talent, you will definitely not have a chance. Mo Zhiyuan said self-deprecatingly.

Yang Fan was about to say something more, but Mo Zhiyuan didn't give him a chance, and said to himself: "In the dark, I have already sensed in my heart, I'm afraid that my limit is approaching, and I can't afford to ask for anything more, and the qualifications of my clan are limited, and now I only have this skin left." ”

Yang Fan listened silently, looking at Mo Zhiyuan's side face, he didn't know what to say for a while, and his outstretched hand retracted unconsciously.

Mo Zhiyuan continued: "I think I, Mo Zhiyuan, have been in the mortal realm all my life, and I have never begged anyone, today, I beg you once, if I go to the immortal, please protect my clan for a hundred years, after a hundred years, the life and death of my clan will have nothing to do with you." ”

Yang Fan didn't speak, knowing that Mo Zhiyuan's words hadn't finished yet.

Really......

Mo Zhiyuan turned to look at Yang Fan, and said word by word: "It's too late for you to regret it now, I sent you to Haotu Sect, this is the cause, bless my clan for a hundred years, this is the effect, cause and effect have its own cycle, this is the way, the way of heaven is not benevolent, all things are dogs, the saints are not benevolent, the people are dogs, and the death of Mo Di is exchanged for my clan to fight for a hundred years of peace with the sky, this is my greatest luxury, you, dare to take it?"

"Uh... Mo Zhiyuan's pleading words really caught Yang Fan off guard and pondered.

Yang Fan repeatedly remembered the conversation with the wolf king in his heart.

Mo Zhiyuan waited patiently for his reply at first, but as time went by, the sun had gradually set, and there seemed to be a few more wrinkles on Mo Zhiyuan's face, which was quite lonely and disappointed.

Suddenly, Yang Fan raised his head suddenly, looked directly at Mo Zhiyuan, and said sonorously: "The grace of the predecessors' recreation, the younger generations cannot repay it, today's kid swears with his heart's work, if he succeeds in his later generations, if the predecessors and descendants are in trouble, the younger generations will do whatever it takes to ensure that the bloodline of the predecessors continues." ”

"Do what you can, do what you can. Mo Zhiyuan said with relief.

But at this moment, he is almost full of tears, and with a happy smile, he seems very content.

Yang Fan looked at Mo Zhiyuan in a daze, as if there was a shock from the heart stirring in his heart, and the ripples that rippled made him unable to calm down for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Mo Zhiyuan retracted his gaze, and after Yang Fan's mood calmed down, Mo Zhiyuan said softly: "Let's go." ”

Yang Fan nodded silently.

Mo Zhiyuan drove the Zimu Sword down to the ground and explained: "Not far ahead is the Holy Mountain, no matter who comes, as long as they cross the canal, they are not allowed to fly again, in order to show respect for the Hao Tu Sect." ”

After Mo Zhiyuan withdrew the Zimu Sword, the two of them flew towards the Holy Mountain at a low altitude.

It didn't take long for Yang Fan to see many people flying around, in groups of three or five, and there were also lone rangers, or groups were about to go somewhere.

As he got closer and closer to the holy mountain, when he came to the foot of the mountain, Yang Fan was shocked to find that the holy mountain was much larger than what he saw from a distance, and the people were also dense, and the traffic was busy, so it was prosperous.

"Wow...... "Although Yang Fan was the third son of King Zhendong, although he had also seen a lot of excitement, when had he seen such a scene, there were too many people.

"Hehe, let's go, little one, there will be a chance to come here in the future. Mo Zhiyuan laughed.

"Oh. Yang Fan replied.

"Wow......" Suddenly, Yang Fan was amazed by the unique skill performance somewhere, because they were ordinary people, but they were performing thrilling actions that only a strong person who cultivates external skills can do, and Yang Fan couldn't help but stop and applaud.

It was rare that Mo Zhiyuan did not urge Yang Fan, everything was so calm.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was evening, Yang Fan finally had enough, looked at Mo Zhiyuan and scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "That, senior, let's go." ”

"Hmm. Mo Zhiyuan nodded in response, without any extra words, he turned around and took Yang Fan towards the Holy Mountain.

On the way up to the Holy Mountain, Yang Fan saw many magnificent buildings, some of which were larger than the imperial palace of the Song Kingdom that Yang Fan saw, which was really incredible.

"It is a collective dormitory for disciples from outside the country the day after tomorrow, mainly living on miscellaneous labor or performing low-level tasks, and miscellaneous disciples have an assessment once a year, if this disciple's cultivation does not make any progress, he will be sent back, and he will not be allowed to continue to stay in Haotu Sect. Seeing Yang Fan's amazement, Mo Zhiyuan explained.

"There is such a thing. Yang Fan's eyes flashed with some light, and he said in surprise.

"Of course, there are still some humane ways to deal with it in the sect. Mo Zhiyuan said.

"What way to deal with it?" Yang Fan wondered.

"There is a holy ladder on the mountain, with a total of 9,999 steps, if the outer disciples can step into a hundred steps, they can continue to stay in the sect, and two hundred steps can be directly promoted to the inner disciples without going through the assessment. Mo Zhiyuan said.

"Huh, what about the Dan period?" Yang Fan asked with interest.

"Stepping on the holy ladder has nothing to do with the realm, no matter what the realm, the encounter is the same. Mo Zhiyuan shook his head and said.

"What do you mean?" Yang Fan asked inexplicably.

"That is to say, no matter who you are, as long as you step into the Holy Ladder, the realm will not play any role here, just look at personal qualifications, anyone who can step into the Holy Ladder and walk a thousand steps, you can go to the Treasure Hall to exchange for a treasure, two thousand steps can receive a private cave, three thousand steps are also a private cave, but two thousand steps are not the same order of magnitude. ”

Mo Zhiyuan glanced at Yang Fan and continued: "Anyone who can walk five thousand steps can become a core disciple. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Zhiyuan looked at Yang Fan meaningfully and said, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

"What about reaching the top?" Yang Fan asked.

"Except for the founding patriarch, no one has been able to reach the top so far. Mo Zhiyuan shook his head and said.

"Ah, why?" said Yang Fanqi.

"Just try it and you'll find out. Mo Zhiyuan didn't want to answer, and said with great interest: "I'm curious about how many steps you can take when you break through the Holy Ladder for the first time." ”

"It's so amazing, I really want to try it. Yang Fan muttered.

After that, Yang Fan came to the foot of the Holy Ladder, and looked up from the foot of the Holy Ladder, like a magnificent mountain, as if there was no end.

Yang Fan watched and walked, and unconsciously stepped on the holy ladder.

Just for a moment, Yang Fan felt like some gravity was adding to his body, and his feet suddenly sank, not because the weight caught him off guard, but on the contrary, he began to miss that feeling.

That's right, it's nostalgic for the feeling of training to the extreme when I was in Bihu Villa.

Then, Yang Fan continued to walk forward, one step, two steps, three steps, and unconsciously, Yang Fan walked to a hundred steps.

The weight here is a hundred times heavier than in the first step, and with each step, it seems that a certain amount of weight is added.

This is much more professional than Yang Fan's so-called extreme training, and fortunately, Yang Fan was born with no ability to cultivate internal strength, so he had to enter the Tao with external skills, but he didn't expect that the original training was not only not in vain, but also came in handy here, as if this holy ladder was tailor-made for him.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan almost laughed out loud, and Yang Fan even had some doubts about whether this was specifically for physical cultivation.

But as he walked, a huge force pressed down, this huge force seemed to increase twenty times at once, even he couldn't help but bow down, but soon he straightened up again, this difficulty was not difficult for him, grinning and continuing to walk, just as he also wanted to see where the limit of his weight was.

The holy ladder is the pilgrimage ladder of the Hao Tu Sect, according to legend, as long as the disciples of the Hao Tu Sect or the affiliated sects and families can climb the Holy Ladder, they can ask the ancestors of the Hao Tu Sect to fulfill a wish for a period of time.

There have also been many people who have come here, whether it is the children of their affiliated sects or families, and even some other competing sects who do not believe in evil, such as the disciples of other sects, two sects and three sects will occasionally come to Haotu Sect by chance for some reasons, without exception, there are also many Tianjiao disciples among these people, who are full of confidence at the beginning, and then return with feathers.

And Yang Fan also tried, his mana didn't know what the reason was, it actually disappeared in his body, no matter what, he was never able to mobilize it, but his physical strength was particularly active at this time.

"Huh, Lin Tai, who do you see? It's so powerful, it's more than 600 steps. At this time, two people passed by here and found that Yang Fan was breaking through the Holy Ladder.

"I don't know, look at this outfit and look very raw, I haven't seen this person before. Another disciple said.

"Ahh One of them said.

As time passed, Yang Fan walked higher and higher, and there were more and more onlookers.

But what they discussed was that they felt that Yang Fan might have come to smash the field, after all, there were already many people who couldn't walk a thousand steps.

At this moment, Yang Fan was gritting his teeth and walking forward with difficulty.

The reason why he was gritting his teeth was because he had just walked a thousand steps and the sun was still beautiful, but when he reached a thousand and one steps, the scene around him changed suddenly, and the sky that was originally beautiful and sunny instantly became gloomy, and the position he occupied before was obviously the Holy Ladder, but at this time, what came into view was a swamp.

He slowly lifted his foot, and was suddenly surprised to find that the foot didn't seem to belong to him, because the foot was actually ... It's getting heavier.

What made him feel even more incredible was that he knew that it was an illusion, but it was as if he was there, everything was so real, and he felt that he was about to fall into it!