Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

Yueling Sacred Body Ye Chenxue, although on the sword test tablet, was overtaken by the nameless sword, but in the sword mound, he received the inheritance of the Yueque sword ancestor, and was paid more attention by the sword building.

With the inheritance of the sword ancestor, no one will doubt her talent.

On the day Ye Chenxue left the customs, the disciples on the thirty-sixth floor were all discussing.

Many people felt that this woman with an unparalleled spiritual body, after returning from her ancestral land, might be even more powerful than Ning Chen, the first evildoer.

"Ye Chenxue!" Mo Que looked up at Yeyue in front of the medicine building, his eyes were cold, and he said to himself, "The grievance between you and me has finally come to an end!"

That night, Yao Lao stayed up late at night, and the old man who was always cold on weekdays actually brought a pot of wine, found Mo Que, and said coldly, "Come with me for a drink!"

Mo Que has been in the pharmacy for several months and has never seen Yao Lao drinking. He feels that Yao Lao is a little abnormal today, but he doesn't ask any more questions. He sits down according to the words and accompanies the old man to drink in the hospital.

"Eight thousand years ago, a generation of Martial Saint Ye Yunting fought the nine great demon emperors alone in Hanzhou, and took over the human race. During his lifetime, ten thousand demons trembled!"

"Three thousand years ago, there was a Martial Dao strong man whose body was not bad, a drop of blood could cut the emperor's realm, challenged the world's strong men all the way, walked 100,000 miles, and never lost!"

"Nine hundred years ago, there was a Martial Dao expert in Cangzhou who stepped into the realm of Martial God and used a finger to cut off the ancient Tongming River that stretched for 800 miles."

Yao Lao, while drinking wine, whispered to himself that Martial Dao used to be a brilliant person.

The more he talked, the faster he drank, and before he knew it, he was already a little drunk.

"The way of martial arts has been brilliant for a while, and there have been many outstanding people in the world. Some people have made great achievements for the human race, and some people have risen in the prosperous world, shocking one side!"

"However, today, there are not many people in the world who remember these Martial Dao ancestors. Martial Dao has been passed down to my generation, and almost does not exist in the world. Except for me, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find the second Dao in this way. people!"

Yao Lao drank pot after pot, his drunken eyes were hazy, his red eyes stared at Mo Que, and said, "Martial Dao is broken, I thought that I would be the last generation to train and shape your body for you, but I hid it. Selfishly, I want to continue the journey for Martial Dao!"

It was the first time that Mo Que saw the cold Yao Lao showing so much emotion.

Martial Dao, who was once brilliant in the past, has been passed down to Yao Lao's generation, but his path has been cut off. He can deeply feel the sadness and despair in Yao Lao's heart.

This old man put all his hope of continuing Martial Dao's road on him, so he dared to stand in front of the nineteen landlords, and he was so troublesome to help him step into this road.

"Mo Que, I don't want Martial Dao to be broken in my hands, but I never planned to accept you as a disciple. I only hope that you can continue on the road for Martial Dao, and the rest is enough!" Yao Lao said. In the end, he gradually lost his mind and fell to the ground drunk.

Mo Que saw that the usually cold old man had two tears in the corners of his eyes after he was drunk.

In the Hundred Beast Mountains, the old man did not hesitate to use his own blood to melt the medicine bottle to save his life.

After the training, the old man did not hesitate to fight against the master of the thirty-sixth floor for his sake.

Mo Que entered the ruins, and he found the Sun Dao Jing for Mo Que, but he was seriously injured because of it, but he did not want to let Mo Que know, and he still acted extremely cold.

Everything he did was because he regarded Mo Que as the last hope for Martial Dao's continuation, and did not want Martial Dao to be broken in his hands.

"Old Yao, don't worry, I will continue on the way for Martial Dao!" Mo Que said softly to the sleeping old man, then raised his head and poured a pot of wine into his mouth.

The spirits are in the throat, hot as fire.

On the second day, the star competition period officially arrived.

On this day, the disciples of Jianlou left one after another, went down the mountain, and went to compete for the five undecided Star ranking places.

On Wanjian Mountain, the veteran medicine general Mo Que was sent here, and he warned: "If you meet a Dao Palace disciple or a young man with the compound surname Xuanyuan in this competition, you can avoid it if you can!"

Mo Que remembered what Lou Yuchen said on the Sword of Swords and asked, "Old Yao, we are Martial Dao, do we have any grudges with Dao Palace?"

Yao Lao shook his head and said nothing. After the old man got drunk last night, he regained his icy appearance. "Shh!"

At this moment, a familiar figure of Mo Que walked down the mountain. During this time, he did not forget to turn his head and cast an indifferent look at Mo Que.

Ning Chen, the first evildoer of the Sword Tower, has also come down!

"Remember, pay attention to the Dao Palace disciple and the person surnamed Xuanyuan." Yao Lao said again with a very solemn expression.

"Yes!" Mo Que nodded.

But Yao Lao himself knew that with Mo Que's daring and never retreating temperament, if he met these people, he might not be willing to retreat.

He didn't persuade any more, coldly turned around, and left directly.

Mo Que immediately went down the mountain, chasing after the indifferent figure in front of him, and shouted, "Ning Chen, who gave you the note you gave me earlier?"

Ning Chen turned around, still with the indifferent attitude that disdain to explain to the ants, he stepped on the flying leaves and left from the sky.

He left the air, and Mo Que had no choice but to fight him on the spot.

"Returning to Qingye City, we know Ye Qingyao's whereabouts!"

The content of the note, concerning Mo Que's mother, made him feel uneasy.

Moreover, Qingye City is where the Ye family and the Yun family are located. If he goes back, the Yun family and the Ye family will not let him go.

"This competition has special rules. I don't know if Ye Chenxue also went down the mountain and went to which city in Qingzhou?"

Mo Que recalled the rules of the competition, and wondered if he had to follow the words on the note and return to Aoba City.

This time, the competition for the Star list is for the five places that have not yet belonged.

The Xianmeng, which established the Star List, set the rules and set the five giant cities in Qingzhou as places to compete for the list.

The geniuses of Qingzhou gathered in the five cities to compete with geniuses from all over the world. In the end, one person in each of the five cities could win the Star list.

Qingye City is one of the five cities.

"Forget it, since I want to return to Qingye City, then I will go back. Presumably if Ye Chenxue wants to go down the mountain to compete for the ranking, he will definitely return to Qingye City where the Ye family is located!"

Mo Que didn't hesitate for too long, and took the star step to go to Qingye City.

Things have changed. At the beginning, he was chased by the Yunye family, forced out of Qingye City, and fled all the way to the Sword Tower. Now, it is only a few months before and after, he took the same road again, but he took the initiative to return.

When Mo Que hit the road, he was far away from the Ye family in Qingye City.

Ye Rufeng, the head of the Ye family who had ordered Mo Que to be killed, was sitting alone in the study.

His face was solemn, and he was holding something tightly in his hand, but it was a jade talisman for communication.

He has been waiting for this symbol to light up for a long time.

"Shh!"

Finally, the jade talisman trembled slightly and lit up.

Ye Rufeng immediately injected vitality into the talisman, and got the message from the talisman: "Mo Que has descended to Wanjian Mountain and is on his way back to Qingye City!"

Ye Rufeng put away the jade talisman, and in his deep eyes, there was ice cold.