Chapter 8 Meeting Li Yun by chance

chapter eight

At this time, Mo Hun felt indescribable excitement, as if he was a lost person who suddenly saw a glimmer of light in the dark abyss.

What should be the expression of a person who has been experiencing drought for a long time?

The moment Mo Hun understood that the magic bead had returned, he jumped up and down like a child. Yes! He was only 15 years old, so he was indeed a child.

Mo Hun's jump didn't matter, he made the jade ring hanging around his neck fly out. Mo Hun took off the jade ring and said with a smile: "Eagle! The road to becoming a strong man has been opened to me."

After saying that, he held the jade ring firmly in his hand, as if he was swearing to it. The innocent and bright eyes of a child actually showed an extremely determined look at this moment, just like two years ago.

"Take me away from here, please, and go to a distant place I have never been to?" The same determination, but because of what he has experienced, this determination has slowly changed and become mature.

Mo Hun was seen staring at the jade ring tightly held in his hand. The jade ring seemed to have awakened, and suddenly emitted a silent and dazzling red light, shooting straight towards Mo Hun's forehead.

"I'm going to get hit again, why are you so miserable? These days, the black star is shining high, everything is not suitable!" Mo Hun saw that the beam of light had no time to dodge, complaining secretly about his bad luck, and prepared for his head to be blown off.

preparation.

If a person's life has to go through such a turning point, is it a tragedy or a comedy?

It's just that after the beam of light penetrated the head, it did not explode as expected, but instead swam in the head with a warmth. Suddenly, there seemed to be many more things in the head, sublimation and epiphany.

The sporadic fragments were separated from the red light one by one, and finally formed into strange messages, which were integrated into Mo Hun's very poor brain. He could vaguely recall some moves at random, and the names were very weird.

But there was no strange feeling at all, as if he had known these things since he was born.

It took a long time for Mo Hun to wake up from this deep fusion. There was a little more understanding between his eyebrows, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which lingered for a long time.

At that moment, Mo Hun felt that his two years of living in an ignoble way and losing himself with the crowd were all foreshadowing for the arrival of this day.

From then on, all injustice and dissatisfaction will be wiped out by the power bursting out from the heart. For a moment, Mo Hun felt that his whole body was full of power, unparalleled power.

Mo Hun carefully hung the round jade ring around his neck again, because it was the only token given to him by Eagle, and Mo Hun also vaguely felt that the jade ring would light up his head like it did today.

Coming outside the darkroom, Mo Hun looked at the magic sword hanging on the white wall - The Sorrow of Zhan Zhan. It was already broad daylight, and even if the door was open, he could not see the mysterious and unusual giant.

The painting is just a sword without any murderous intent, hanging there quietly.

Mo Hun pressed a message in his mind and instinctively released a wisp of demonic breath, aiming it at the sword. He seemed to feel it faintly. The sword seemed to be roaring, more like a call, as if he had met it.

Like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, Mo Hun smiled slightly and said to himself: "I can't take you away yet, but... I will soon."

Mo Hun slowly took back a little of the bullying demonic aura he had released into his body, and looked at the door warily.

There are many cultivation masters here, and if they find a demon with his demonic breath exposed here, he might be hacked to death with random swords.

Striding out of the door, Mo Hun was now wearing a dark blue robe that could only be worn by direct disciples. It was casually taken out of Jiang Cheng's ring, and he looked indescribably heroic when wearing it.

From a distance, he didn't look as fragile as after a disaster. Instead, his face became more rosy than before. Mo Hun walked for a long time and found nothing unusual about his body. He secretly chanted to himself: "Such a magic bead is indeed extraordinary.

After just a few quarters of hours of awakening, my severely injured body was completely healed. What would the sect master think if he knew that the magic bead did not exist and was shattered along with the spirit bead."

I can't think of a clue, so I might as well stop thinking about it. If that doesn't work, I'll leave the mountain behind and let him die without any evidence.

As a result, I felt a lot of relief in my heart. I continued walking towards the bottom of the peak with full heart.

I don't know if it was because I was in a good mood or because my state of mind was improved. At this time, I just felt that everything I saw was so wonderful. But before Mo Hun had time to experience this wonderful feeling, he saw everyone in the sect.

It was very busy next time. People were walking around in groups, and there were also groups of people chatting under the pavilion. Judging from their beaming faces, they must be talking about something interesting.

Mo Hun wanted to know what happened. At this time, Yuhuan reminded him in his mind that he could release the devil's breath. Wherever the devil's breath was covered, all the sounds and sights would be as if they were in front of him. However, Mo Hun didn't want to be so violent.

Being discovered by the old monster in the sect is not a fun thing.

He had no choice but to step forward and stop a disciple who was walking towards him, raised his hands and asked, "Senior brother, why is it so busy today? Is there something big going on?"

The disciple was dressed simply, and his blue robe was almost faded by washing. He looked to be a year or two older than Mo Hun. He stared at Mo Hun with a surprised look, his eyes looked very much like looking at a person.

A monster that escaped from the ancient mountains.

"Aren't you a direct disciple? How come you don't even know this?" the young man in blue robe asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm new here." Mo Hun rubbed his nose and said sheepishly. It was indeed the case. Although he had been here for a few days, he never did what a cultivation disciple should do every day.

"Wow, isn't it? The new guy has become a direct disciple. It seems that the senior brother is very powerful." The young man in blue robe said solemnly, leaving Mo Hun confused.

"How did I become a personal disciple?"

"What? You don't even know this. Look, there is a logo on the chest of your clothes. The outer disciple has a black short sword on the chest, the inner disciple has a white long sword on the chest, and the direct disciple

It's a giant sword. As far as I know, only those with extraordinary talents will be accepted as direct disciples. I don't know which elder this senior brother is under." The young man in blue robe explained to Mo Hun.

While reading the instructions for cultivation, he followed Mo Hun down the peak.

"Why don't you sign up? Why are you trying to reach the peak?" Hearing this, Mo Hun quickly changed the subject and secretly smiled bitterly. He was not a direct disciple. Now that his spiritual roots are gone and his spiritual power is gone, even the outer sect can't.

He shouldn't be counted as a disciple, he should be called an expelled disciple.

"I have signed up. I am an outer disciple. I don't usually come to the sect. I only come here when there is such a grand event. I just walked around the sect and ran into my senior brother." The blue-robed boy

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"Don't call me Senior Brother. I don't have any cultivation at all. Just call me Mo Hun."

"Mo Hun? I seem to have heard of you. Li Yun, why can't I feel your breath? I thought you were an enigmatic master, but you turned out to be a mortal." Li Yun said dubiously.

"Yes, it made Brother Li laugh. I came to the sect accidentally, and I just picked up these clothes and put them on..."

Hearing what Mo Hun said, Li Yun was suddenly enlightened. He opened his mouth and pointed at Mo Hun and said: "Ah! Let me tell you, why do my direct disciples ask these idiotic questions? It turns out that you are a thief!

Li Yun stopped at this point and said very loyally: "Don't worry, I won't report you. I'm just an outer disciple. I'm the only one who can hold the title of Sword Controlling Sect and not be bullied outside.

It’s my wish. I didn’t expect you to be smarter than me and just stole a piece of clothing from my direct disciple. I was amazed.”

Mo Hun couldn't help but echoed: "Where, where."

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at Yujian Peak. After passing through a rugged mountain road, they came to a small forest with beautiful scenery. Squirrels were jumping around on the trees, and the little white rabbit was hiding in the bushes, looking sideways.

He looked askance at these two people.

While the two were chatting in full swing, a group of people emerged from the thick grass.

"Hey, if you are smart enough to hand over all your spiritual stones and valuables, I don't know how to use my sword." A group of big men surrounded Mo Hun and the two of them, with six people in front and behind them.

Li Yun smiled slightly and said: "Not only do I see that your sword doesn't have eyes, but you don't have eyes either. Can't you see that we are from Yujian Peak?"

Mo Hun couldn't help but secretly admire Li Yun's wit, he really knew how to get things done.

The big man in the lead was startled, and a young man in black next to him came up and said softly: "Brother, the one in blue robe is only at the fourth level of Qi refining stage, and the one in green robe, although he is wearing the clothes of a direct disciple.

, who has no cultivation at all, must be a waste among the direct disciples, we just rob him and fly away."

After hearing this, the big man had a sinister smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, everyone jumped up, but the young man in black who had just spoken remained motionless and looked at the two of them.

Li Yun yelled: "Brother Mo, run away!"

Then he pulled out the iron sword from his waist and faced the two men.

Mo Hun jumped up and dodged a horizontal knife. The magic bead reacted instinctively and activated a move. Mo Hun was startled and hurriedly suppressed the devil's breath. He didn't want to expose the devil's breath and be killed.

, dodged left and right, cleverly avoiding the attack. However, although this group of people had no cultivation, they had some brute force, and they slashed at him one after another.

"Don't fight with them, use Xuan Gong quickly." Mo Hun shouted to Li Yun while dodging.

After hearing this, Li Yun looked bitter.

This Li Yun is only a disciple at the fourth level of Qi refining stage, so he doesn't know any mysterious skills. Below the fifth level of Qi refining stage, he can only sacrifice one or two spiritual talismans.

Li Yun was distracted, and the big man slashed at him with a horizontal knife. Seeing that he couldn't dodge, he hurriedly tried his luck with his sword, and managed to catch the heavy knife from the barbarian. The shock immediately made the tiger's mouth numb, and he slashed the knife away.

When he got out, he was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.

Then he cursed loudly, rolled on the spot, jumped out of the fighting circle, took out a talisman from his arms, threw it and flew into the crowd.
Chapter completed!