There is a valley on the edge of the seedling field, hidden in the deep mountains, and the scenery is pleasant.

There is a village in the valley called Forgotten Tsu, which has been hidden deep enough that it has not been affected by war for thousands of years.

The small village of Lijin is surrounded by fields, with rows of fruit trees and wild flowers all over the mountain, which is a paradise and very few outsiders come in.

Ten years ago, a young man had a meal at a farmhouse in the east of the village and decided to stay, halfway up the mountain to the north. The young man cultivated a ridge of wasteland and lived a self-sufficient mountain village life, often helping the villagers with farm work, and would play boxing and practice knives in his spare time. After a long time, some farmers let their children learn boxing and sword training with young people, and after practicing for a while, those children are very handy when hunting in the mountains, and the harvest is more than before. As a result, more and more children worshipped young people as masters. In order to facilitate the children to practice boxing and swords, the young man decided to build a martial arts hall in the middle of the mountain, and with the support of the elders in the village, the strong labor helped him build a bamboo house in the middle of the mountain, and the name of the martial arts hall was also forgotten.

The world doesn't know about forgetfulness, and they don't know about forgetting martial arts.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the night breeze is slightly cool.

Mo Li sat under the grass hut in the middle of the mountain, with a wind lamp hanging above his head swaying in the wind, reflecting his face flickering and dimming.

The mountain dwelling is hard, but ten years have not left a trace on his face, and it is still the same as when he first walked into the mountain village.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, Mo Li had lived a comfortable life every day for ten years, until he was locked by a powerful divine sense three days ago, and he knew that the quiet time of floating life was over.

The master of that powerful divine sense has already reached the mountain pass, and it won't take long to reach the foot of the mountain, Mo Li knows that he is not an opponent, but he has a knife in his hand and will not escape, since he was very young, the master taught him not to lose face with the knife in his hand.

The people came faster than he imagined, and after a few ups and downs, they reached the foot of the mountain, Mo Li got up and extinguished the wind lantern, and slowly descended the mountain road with a knife.

"Small mountain village, I didn't expect there to be a master living in seclusion. "The person who came was an old man, and he could hear it from the voice.

Mo Li said as he walked: "The master is coming, I don't know what you are doing?"

The old man smiled: "It's pure curiosity, just say a few words and leave." ”

"Please. ”

The old man said: "To be able to enter and exit the cloud realm, except for the scattered cultivators with outstanding talents and adventures, most of them have a teacher's inheritance sect, I don't know who the respected teacher is?"

Mo Li said indifferently: "The disciple is stupid and always disgraces the master, how dare he mention his old man's name?"

The old man smiled: "It's easy to do." ”

Mo Li knew what he meant, but he couldn't guess his origin and intentions, so he didn't dare to make a rash move.

The old man said: "Little friend, don't blame the old man for bullying the small. ”

"Please. ”

The old man raised his right hand, and Zhenyuan turned into a spear, and smashed the gun on Mo Li's head with one hand.

Mo Li pulled out his long knife, struck back at the spear with the knife, and quickly took two steps back.

"Yang family gun!" Mo Li was surprised.

"Streamer knife technique, it seems that the rumors are good, the Han family has already had a plan. The old man said in an unkind tone.

Mo Li is a disciple of Dafangmen, ranked forty-six among Han Fangzheng's personal disciples, what he made just now is the burning heaven style in the Han family's sword technique, he knows the identity of the old man in front of him, there are only two people left in the Dragon Sect now, known as Yang Zhenren and Mr. Yang by the world, Yang Zhenren has returned to the fairyland, and the old man in front of him is naturally Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang said indifferently: "The old man is a member of the Dragon Sect, everything is considered by the royal family, and he will kill you today, so don't blame." ”

Mo Li also said indifferently: "Since you want to divide life and death, why do you spend so much time?"

Mr. Yang sneered: "Do you deserve life and death?"

Mo Li said: "I don't know until I finish fighting." ”

The spear formed by the long knife and the true yuan intersected again, and sparks came out, Mr. Yang was safe and sound, Mo Li took a few steps back, his internal organs converved, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Mr. Yang said: "Now you know, right? The old man wants to kill you, which is a matter of one move." ”

Mo Li is from the upper realm of Izumo, thinking how he can last dozens of rounds, but he didn't expect to lose in one move.

Mr. Yang has already touched the threshold of the Transformation God Realm, which is known as the Pseudo-Saint Realm in the cultivation world, and his combat power is not much weaker than the Transformation God Realm.

Cultivation is so cruel, the realm is an insurmountable chasm, and those with a low realm are always crushed.

Cultivation can increase longevity, can ascend on the right path, and attract the hearts of tens of thousands of people.

"Please die. ”

Mr. Yang said very politely, and toasted at the wine table in a tone, holding the spear formed by Zhenyuan and smashing it on Mo Li's head again.

Mo Li's injury was not light, he held the long knife in both hands and slashed at the ground, the furious true yuan poured out, a crack appeared in the ground, and the dead branches and leaves flew wantonly, he took advantage of the situation to quickly retreat, and it was more than ten zhang in an instant.

It's just retreating, not escaping, Mo Li's true yuan in his body is circulating rapidly, intending to suppress the injury and improve his combat power.

The dead branches and leaves flying in the air carry the true yuan, if ordinary people walk through it, it is tantamount to Ling Chi, and they will definitely end up with blurred flesh and blood.

I saw Mr. Yang wave his left hand lightly, and all the dead branches and leaves and dust fell, and then a dazzling white light lit up, and an oval-shaped light cluster wrapped him, and his beard and eyebrows could be seen clearly.

Mo Li just glanced at it, the light had disappeared, and then he saw a picture, the wind was howling, the snow was falling, a seven or eight-year-old boy was walking hard in the snow, walking and walking, walking and walking far away and finally fell into the snow with exhaustion, and when he woke up again, he was already in a ruined temple, there was a bonfire, and there was a white-haired old man sitting on the side, who was drinking wine with a wine gourd, and suddenly the old man turned into a huge tiger, opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the boy into his belly.

The picture disappeared, Mo Li spit out a mouthful of blood, the long knife was on the ground, and he had no strength to fight again, he looked at Mr. Yang who was slowly walking towards him, gritted his teeth and said: "The heir of the dignified Dragon Sect, I didn't expect to practice evil arts, it's shameless." ”

Just now, Mr. Yang sent out a powerful divine sense into the Mo Li Consciousness Sea, and used the soul searching technique to read his memory, knowing the painful experience of his childhood, he conjured up the illusion just now, causing his Dao heart to lose and be seriously injured.

Attacking others with divine consciousness has always been despised by the cultivation world, and the soul searching technique is regarded as an evil sect exercise, which has long been lost in the Kyushu continent, and the second person of the Dragon Sect is actually proficient in it before he arrives first.

Mr. Yang read Mo Li's memory, and was particularly impressed by one of them, and said with a smile: "The Tangyin Han family is really painstaking, and it is really well-intentioned to prepare for so long in order to conquer the world. ”

Mo Li sneered and suddenly disappeared.

Mr. Yang exuded his divine sense to search nearby, but found nothing, and couldn't help but be horrified, if someone rescued Mo Li, the speed was so fast, the high realm of the person who came was not something he could resist, so he collected his mind and left quickly.

Mr. Yang stayed. A cold voice rang in his ears.

Mr. Yang didn't stop, he rose from the ground and flew quickly in the air, and then he saw the sword light, and many sword lights were woven into a net, which quickly covered him.

A long knife flew from a distance, as fast as a meteor lightning, and Mr. Yang's head and body were separated, and his body and head fell quickly.

"Thank you, big brother. "Ten women who spoke.

"It should. ”

......

Han Xuesi made a poisonous oath, promising not to move, otherwise he would not see the sun tomorrow, Mo Cui agreed to let him go upstairs, but he could only sleep on the floor.

After Mo Cui fell asleep, Han Xuesi quietly got up, his divine sense dispersed into Fang Tianyin, first summoned the two fine iron puppets to guard the door, and then took out a few magic weapons and put them in the four corners of the room, so that he could sleep with confidence.

After hearing the news from Xie Sanxing's mouth during the day, Han Xuesi had a calm and breezy look on his face, but he was already vigilant in his heart, worried that someone would take advantage of the night to touch the Immortal Peak, he was not afraid, even if the master of the Holy Domain came in person, he would be able to escape. Of course, he wouldn't leave Mo Cui to run alone, so he had to go upstairs to sleep with a dead face, and then make this preparation.

The night wind blows the leaves, rustling, and insects chirp from time to time, composing the melody of the night.

Han Xuesi suddenly opened his eyes, tiptoed downstairs, and when he got out of the stilted building, the streamer knife was already in his hand, and he saw a black shadow walking down the mountain road, shouting: "One hundred, wait for me." ”

Wen Ren Bai stopped and said, "Brother Jiu, the realm of the people who come is profound, even if you and I join forces, it is not enough to see." ”

Han Xuesi said: "Then don't you notify the back mountain to worship?"

Wen Ren Bai said: "They already know, they are afraid that there will be changes in the back mountain, and they will not be able to free their hands." ”

Han Xuesi said, "Then what are we going to do down? Run." ”

Wen Renbai snatched the streamer knife from his hand, and said in a firm tone: "Brother Jiu, why don't you take your ninth sister-in-law away, I'll go over for a while first." ”

Han Xuesi smiled: "What kind of foolish words, do you think you can go if you want to? ”

Wen Ren Bai didn't say anything anymore, and the two quickly went down the mountain together.

When the two of them reached the foot of the mountain, the big red lanterns hanging on the trees on both sides of the road were lit up at the same time.

I saw a flat boat on the cross-knee water, and an old man was standing on it with his hands in his hands, with white eyebrows and white beards, and a fairy wind and bones.

Han Xuesi and Wen Ren walked to the river, looked at the old man and said, "Who is the senior, what is the lesson of visiting the Immortal Peak in the middle of the night?"

The old man looked up at the sky, sighed and said, "There is a moon, it's not beautiful." ”

Han Xuesi and Wen Ren are both smart people, of course they understand what the old man meant, the moon is dark and the wind is high and it is easy to kill.

There was a sound of breaking the air, not a flying knife, not a flying sword, but the body of the three offerings, he flew quickly from the back mountain like an arrow from the string, and stepped on two large pits on the ground when he landed.

The old man smiled and said, "There is another one, who do you plan to die first?"

Han Xuesi and Wenren glanced at each other, and then began to scold, and the scolding was ugly.

The old man was not angry, but his brows were almost twisted, and he said: "A son of the Han family, a master of the heavenly list, actually looks like a scoundrel in the market, what kind of system has he become." ”

Han Xuesi smiled: "I can't beat you again, I can only be happy with my mouth, otherwise it will not be a big loss to die in your hands in a while." ”

Wen Ren Bai said: "The master of the dignified holy domain bullied the three of us, and if it is spread out, people will laugh at it." ”

Han Xuesi said: "In any world, a master of the Holy Domain can pop up at the grassroots, and it is too worthless. ”

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the three people by the river, and smiled, "It's kind of interesting." ”