"Hey, how are you!" Mo Chong got up, ignoring the pain in his body, and immediately ran over to help the young man.

The young man shook his head weakly and said, "I...... I can't. As he spoke, he slowly pressed his hand on a small pocket on his waist, and the mouth of the small pocket flashed with inspiration, and immediately squirted out seven or eight things.

Although Mo Chong's status was low, he had no chance to cultivate magic spells, but in Yejia City, he was still very familiar with the affairs of immortal cultivators, and immediately said eagerly: "What do you want to take from the storage bag? Healing medicine? Which one is?"

The young man shook his head lightly and said, "Yes...... There's a golden token ......"

Mo Chong immediately grabbed a palm-sized gold lacquer token from the things on the ground and said, "Is this it?"

The young man nodded and said, "This ...... This one, is ...... It's the entry token of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!...... You can get started with a token ......"

Mo Chong said: "What about the healing medicine, which one is the healing medicine?"

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "No...... It's useless......" Before he finished speaking, he tilted his head and stopped moving.

Mo Chong was silent for a while, and flattened the young man's body, he had seen too much killing and death in the past half a day, and he was already a little numb. But the young man, who had already been motionless, suddenly struggled to sit up again, grabbed Mo Chong's shirt and said: "The Ye family city is gone! The young city lord must not reveal his identity! The city lord has a great favor to my Tan family, if the young city lord makes a mistake, I Tan Biao will not be able to face the ancestors and ancestors after his death!"

Mo Chong's face turned pale with fright from this scene, and he couldn't speak at all, but nodded in horror. And Tan Biao finished these words and fell down again. Mo Chong didn't dare to act rashly this time, and waited for half an hour, the blood flowing from Tan Biao's corpse began to coagulate, and Mo Chong dared to approach and ask him to tidy up his clothes. And in Mo Chong's heart, he had a little more heartfelt respect for the Tan Biao in front of him.

"Brother Tan, thank you for saving me. But I'm sorry. I'm not a young city lord, my name is Mo Chong. However, I, Mo Chong, swear to the heavens that if I meet the real young city lord, I will definitely protect him with all my might for you. You can go in peace. ”

After praying in front of Tan Biao's grave, Mo Chong found a wide green cloth coat in Tan Biao's storage bag and changed it into, dug a pit again and buried the clothes that originally belonged to Ye Shaocheng Lord and the sundries on the ground, and only took the entry token of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and a copy of "Introduction to Qi Training", and flew into the night.

"Hey, what is this?" After running for three or four miles, Mo Cheng suddenly noticed that something was glowing on the back of his right hand. If you look closely, it is a palace pattern. Although the pattern is not large, it is exquisite, and even the tiles on the roof of the palace and the plaque hanging in front of the palace can be clearly seen.

"Yuheng Palace?" Mo Chong muttered out the three golden characters on the plaque in front of the palace, and then immediately shook his head: "No, when did I have this pattern on the back of my hand? Why don't I have any impression at all?" Mo Chong frowned and thought hard, and suddenly, he thought that the back of his hand was pasted by that weird colored stone plaque not long ago, could it be that this palace pattern was imprinted at that time?

The light emitted by the palace pattern on the back of his hand became brighter and brighter, and in the blink of an eye, it became like a small sun. Mo Chong was now running for his life, and seeing that this pattern was emitting such a strong light, Mo Chong immediately covered it with his left hand without thinking. Something unexpected happened, the moment his left hand touched the palace pattern, Mo Conflict's eyes suddenly flashed, and then he appeared in front of a huge palace.

It is a palace that floats in a dark void. There is no sky above your head, and no earth below. The whole body of the palace seems to be carved out of beautiful jade, and it is automatically emitting bursts of soft light, and the air is filled with an aura that is several times thicker than the outside world, and people feel refreshed between breaths.

"This ...... What is this place? How did I get here all of a sudden?"

Looking at the splendid palace in front of him, Mo Chong was a little overwhelmed. He closed his eyes vigorously, settled his mind, and raised his eyes again to watch. The palace still exists, and it is still so real. There is a plaque hanging on the palace with three golden characters written on it: Yuheng Palace. Mo Chong looked at his right hand again, and the palace pattern on the back of his right hand was the same as the palace in front of him. I actually got into the pattern?

After being stunned for a long time, Mo Cheng suddenly seemed to have woken up to something, sat down cross-legged, took out the book "Introduction to Qi Training" in his arms, and spread it out in front of him. With such a strong aura here, it is a good place to cultivate. I have just obtained the introductory method of immortal cultivators, why don't I take this opportunity to lay the foundation? If the one in front of me is just dreaming by myself, then it doesn't matter, the dream is ridiculous.

"Introduction to Qi Training" is an introductory method for immortal cultivators, naturally it will not be too profound, not to mention that Mo Chong is in Yejiacheng, his ears and eyes are rendering, and he is already familiar with many things about immortal cultivators, at this time, there is such a strong aura as an aid, and then breathe and breathe according to the method mentioned in the book, just in a very short time, the first wisp of his own mana was formed in his body. Controlling the mana to run in the meridians for a week, and integrating into the dantian, Mo Chong became an immortal cultivator at the first level of Qi cultivation.

Feeling the wisps of mana in his body, Mo Chong danced happily: "I can cultivate! I'm an immortal cultivator!" Feeling the subtle but endless mana in his body, Mo Chong only felt that the pain, panic, anger, and hesitation he had suffered before didn't matter, as long as he could feel the wisps of mana in his body, it would be worth it.

"Hmmm. ”

Just as Mo Chong was dancing, the palace pattern on the back of his right hand suddenly shone again. Mo Chong was shocked in his heart, and a bad premonition rose to his heart, and he hurriedly picked up the "Introduction to Qi Training" spread out on the ground. And as soon as he grabbed this secret book, there was a sudden flower in front of him, and then he found that there was a bright moon above his head and the earth under his feet, and he was back in the wilderness.

"Am I really dreaming!?" Mo Chong froze in place, but soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face. Although there is no longer that mysterious palace in front of him, the wisps of mana in his body still exist, and the river is endless. He did become an immortal cultivator.

Surprised, Mo Chong raised his right hand. By this time, the palace pattern on his right hand had become dull, as if it had been painted with light ink. Mo Chong touched and pinched, slapped and hit, and wanted to enter the place just now again, but unfortunately the pattern did not change at all. In the middle of tossing, more than a dozen rays of light of different colors suddenly appeared in the sky in the distance, which were particularly eye-catching under the night sky. Mo Chong was shocked when he saw it, yes, he was still running for his life. Thinking of this, Mo Chong's expression tightened, and he continued to run forward without saying a word.

"I'm hungry......"

At three poles in the sun, Mo Chong walked weakly on the road, and after a night of running, he was already hungry. But it was early summer, and there were no wild fruits on the trees, and the ground was full of weeds, so there was really nothing to eat. Mo Chong smiled bitterly in his heart, he couldn't imagine that he had just learned to cultivate, and he would face the embarrassment of starving to death.

"Tree bark seems to be edible, too. ”

Mo Chong was so hungry that he decided to peel off the bark of a big tree in front of him and taste it, but before he could do it, his nose suddenly smelled a rich smell of meat. Mo Chong perked up and immediately followed the smell to find him. In a large pine tree not far away, I don't know who temporarily built an earthen stove, and there was a large cauldron on the stove. A large pot full of meat is simmering in the pot, and it is 'gurgling' and churning, constantly emitting an enticing aroma.

"Am I faint from hunger and dazzled, how can a pot of meat suddenly appear in this ghost place where there is no village and no shop in the back?" Mo Chong rubbed his eyes vigorously. This time he saw it more clearly. Not only is there a large pot of meat under the tree, but there is also a wine jar on the ground.

"Whew!"

There was a low howl in his throat that was not like a human voice, and Mo Chong rushed to the cauldron like a hungry wolf, and he didn't care about burning his hands, so he grabbed a large piece of meat at once, blew it twice, and stuffed it into his mouth hot.

"It's so hot, it's so fragrant!"

The taste is delicate, the meat is full, the smell is mellow, and the meat aroma is overflowing. This is really the best meat Mo Chong has ever eaten in his life. A piece of meat weighing two or two pieces of meat went down, Mo Chong immediately felt that he suddenly had strength in his body, and immediately picked up a dry branch from the ground and broke it into two as chopsticks, and quickly picked up the meat in the pot and sent it to his mouth. Naturally, this pot of meat will not be cooked here, but Mo Chong is really hungry, and he can't care about it so much, not to mention that this pot of meat tastes so beautiful.

"The fragrant meat rolls three times, and the gods can't stand steadily. Tsk, smell this, it should be about the same. After a while, an old voice came from the woods, and then an old man with black hair and white eyebrows walked out with a large handful of dry firewood. However, when he saw the situation under the tree clearly, he suddenly let out a miserable howl, and his figure flashed behind Mo Chong, grabbed Mo Chong's neck and threw it back, and Mo Chong's people immediately flew out upside down like a cloud.

"Evil, evil, my flesh, my meat!" the white-eyed old man stood in front of the cauldron with a pale face. He just walked away for a while, and more than half of the fragrant meat was already boiling in the pot, and the old wine next to him was drunk to the bottom of the sky.

"Damn it!"

The white-eyed old man stepped a little under his feet, and his body flew out like a wild goose. Mo Chong was thrown out, and before he could hit the ground, he was lifted in his hand again. This old man who looks old is actually a martial arts master. He stared at Mo Chong with green eyes and said, "Good boy, you are so bold, you actually steal the old man's fragrant meat!"