The grass on the roadside shook violently, and two figures rushed out, blocking the way of the three people.
"Hey, kid, take out all the valuable things you have on you. Grandpa may consider sparing your life!"
The two men were holding bright swords, dressed in ordinary swordsman uniforms, with black cloths covering their faces, and threatened fiercely.
Mo Wen calmly looked at the two strong men who were robbing the Dao, and could not see any emotion. Yang Kun was a little dazed. He had seen bold people, but he had never seen such a desperate person, robbing a strong man in the Sword Origin Realm.
These people can really do it. Ignorance can kill people.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Xiao Yunxi asked curiously with her big innocent eyes.
"You stinky girl, shut up!"
Seeing the three people's reactions, the two strong men seemed to feel deeply embarrassed. They looked at each other and said simply: "Since you don't cooperate, grandpa will do it himself!"
The two strong men immediately raised their swords and attacked them. Weak spiritual power fluctuations were released from the two sharp swords, revealing their cultivation level of about the fourth level of raising swords.
Looking at the two swordsmen who were not even qualified to get started, Mo Wen couldn't bring himself to take action. With a slight movement of his fingers, a green elixir appeared between his fingers, and then turned into a puff of jing.
The pure medicinal power and strong spiritual power fluctuations were directly restrained between his clapping fingers without leaking a trace, and then he slapped Yang Kun behind him, who was still in a daze.
The green mist of medicine suddenly penetrated from the pores of Yang Kun's body, and the power of the elixir was absorbed by Yang Kun's body as quickly as possible. In just an instant, Yang Kun's bones made a crackling sound, and a violent breath came from his body.
It exploded suddenly, and then its body shape suddenly increased several points, and its dry body also regained its plumpness.
The drastic changes in his body made Yang Kun couldn't help but roar, and a powerful wave of sword energy burst out of his body!
Sword pulse stage!
After dozens of years of painful training, once he recovered, he directly broke through the early stage of Sword Vein and advanced to the Sword Vein stage!
The billowing wood spirit energy between heaven and earth poured into Yang Kun's Baihui point crazily, and the sword energy fluctuations in his body soared crazily until they were completely stable at the sword pulse stage!
"ah!"
Yang Kun yelled to the sky, as if he wanted to vent out the pain and grievances he had suffered for decades. The explosive momentum formed a violent wave of air that knocked down the weeds within a radius of ten feet on the roadside.
The two strong men did not expect to encounter such a change. They were unable to move forward due to the strong air wave. There was also an inexplicable pressure that made the two of them tremble with fear. When they were hesitating, a figure suddenly flashed in front of them, and a tall figure appeared between them.
in front of people.
"Yang Kun! You...:
The two of them were horrified. If they hadn't been here all the time, they would never have believed that the tall and tall young man in front of them with resolute eyes was the wretched and skinny old man from before!
They were answered by Yang Kun's two powerful hands, one on the left and one on the right.
The terrifying sound of bone cracking could clearly be heard in the air, and the two masked swordsmen flew backwards like broken sacks. Blood spurted out from their mouths like no money, mixed with pieces of black and brown broken internal organs.
There were two thuds, and he fell heavily like a dead dog more than ten feet away. He could only breathe out but not in.
"Ah, why did grandpa hit them? Are they bad people?" Xiao Yunxi exclaimed in surprise.
Mo Wen touched her head and said softly: "Yes, they are bad people."
"Then the bad guys should be beaten." Xiao Yunxi nodded seriously: "Xi'er will also beat the bad guys in the future."
After Yang Kun killed the two masked swordsmen, he cast his sharp eyes on the grass beside the road.
"Sword Immortal! Run away!" Several frightened screams came from the grass. As the grass shook, three figures jumped up and ran away desperately.
Yang Kun stepped forward and shot past like a sharp arrow.
The broad blades of grass caressed her, blocking her sight, and only three screams came out.
After a while, Yang Kun walked out of the deep grass, strode up to Mo Wen, and knelt on the ground: "Thank you, senior, for your kindness!"
"Get up." Mo Wen said calmly.
"Yes." Yang Kun stood up without restraint.
Xiao Yunxi looked at Yang Kun and exclaimed in surprise: "Grandpa has become younger!"
Yang Kun's eyes softened again, and a kind smile appeared on his face.
Mo Wen glanced at him, looked towards the back of the road and said calmly: "Don't you need to know where it is?"
Yang Kun shook his head: "They are all pitiful people."
Mo Wen nodded, ignored Yang Kun, and continued to move forward while holding Xiao Yunxi's hand.
This place is not far from Rakshasa City. After traveling for more than ten miles, a magnificent city appears in front of us. The new and smooth gray rocks tell the story of the young age of this city.
Before entering the city, Mo Wen took out the "mirage bead" given by Liu Zhenxuan. After activating it, a faint ripple rippled, his hair turned black, and his appearance quietly changed. Although there were not many changes, it was different from the original one.
The appearance is completely different.
Yang Kun was a little confused, but he knew what to ask and what not to ask. But Xiao Yunxi clapped her little hands and was extremely excited. It felt very fun. Mo Wen had to coax and deceive to give up the idea that the little girl would change her appearance.
The three of them successfully entered the city. There were two teams of ten spirit sword masters on duty at the city gate. Their cultivation levels ranged from the seventh level to the first level of sword cultivation. The two leaders were at the early stage of sword vein cultivation. Now, Rakshasa City has a wide range of people.
Disciple, the residents of the other four David cities on Rakshasa Island all want to send their nephews and descendants to the Rakshasa Sword Sect, so there is an endless stream of children going to Rakshasa City to take the test. Don’t ask the three of them to send their children to the Rakshasa Sword Sect.
The ordinary islanders in the Rakshasa Sword Sect entry test are no different.
"Take Xi'er and register yourself. I will come to you if necessary." Mo Wen said to Yang Kun.
Yang Kun couldn't hide a trace of disappointment in his eyes. In his mind, Yun Xi had a much better future following a strong man in the Sword Origin Realm than becoming one of the many disciples of the Rakshasa Sword Sect. But he knew that he was not qualified to ask for anything.
So I bowed respectfully and said goodbye to Mo Wen.
"Uncle, don't you want Xi'er anymore?" Xiao Yunxi clutched the corner of Mo Wen's clothes pitifully.
Mo Wen scratched her head and said with a smile: "Uncle still has something to do. Xi'er will go and register first. When Xi'er passes the test, uncle will give Xi'er a gift."
Xiao Yunxi looked reluctant to give up, but still nodded: "Xi'er will definitely pass the test and is waiting for uncle's gift."
Watching the two figures, an old man and a young man, disappear on the street, Mo Wen glanced at the towering main peak of Rakshasa Island deep in the city and walked over.
He didn't want to alarm anyone, so he walked up the mountain step by step like ordinary people. The mountain gate of Rakshasa Sword Sect was built on the top of the main peak. Halfway up the mountain was a magnificent mountain gate. It was made of deep-sea cold jade and was full of ink.
A rich and solemn atmosphere.
"Comers, stop here! This is the gate of the Rakshasa Sword Sect. What can I say to you, my friend?" Eight male spirit sword masters blocked Mo Wen's way. They were actually Qingyi Sword Gang Realm spirit sword masters. The leader of the group was It is the late period of Jian Gang.
"I'm looking for your head coach." Mo asked.
The eight spirit sword masters looked at each other, and there was a trace of vigilance in their eyes. The leader looked at Mo Wen: "Who are you? What do you want to see our master?"
Mo Wen frowned slightly. The eight disciples on duty at the mountain gate in front of him made him feel a little strange. But he couldn't tell what was wrong for the moment, and he had never asked about the Rakshasa Sword Sect since its establishment, so he had no right to speak. After pondering for a moment, a flash of inspiration appeared, and a jade slip appeared in the palm of his hand. He directly imprinted the sword consciousness into it and handed it over: "Give this object to Bai Xiao, Xi Qin, Shen Feng, Yun Qingzhu, and Liang Ke." Just follow anyone, and they will understand after seeing it."
The leader's spirit sword master showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, turned his eyes for a moment before taking the jade slip, and asked Mo: "Then you wait."
Then he summoned a disciple on duty who was in the early stage of Jian Gang and gave him a look. The disciple on duty nodded, took the jade slip and hurried towards the depths of the mountain gate.dd