"I did," Chu Yang said hesitantly.
On the way from Qingyang Village to Xuanyuan City, he had encountered a few short-sighted thieves, and that was the first time he had killed someone.
It's strange, I didn't feel nausea or vomiting at all, but a faint curiosity.
The old man continued to wipe the Mo Dao in his hand, blew the position of the blade, and said with a smile: "In our barracks, people often kill people, you will get used to it soon.
As for that little guy just now, he is a child of the Tong family, a big family in Xuanyuan City, he is a bit arrogant, so don't take it to heart. "
"Why do people from the Tong family come here?" Chu Yang was curious.
It stands to reason that a big family like the Tong family should have no shortage of cultivation resources, and their strength is not inferior to the military camp. Why did they send their children to the military camp.
"Our military camp may not give you too many cultivation resources, nor can it bring you such a noble status and power, but you will definitely learn two things when you come here," the old man replied with a smile.
"What?" Chu Yang asked.
"Blood and courage," when the old man said this, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, as if a sea of blood had descended, and boundless hostility surrounded him.
Chu Yang was frightened immediately. He felt like a solitary boat in the endless ocean, appearing extremely small.
"So many family members come here not to practice, but to hone themselves," the old man laughed, stood up and inserted the Mo Dao into the scabbard, and then walked towards the distance with a smile, "Boy, you still have It's a long way to go!"
"Little Yangzi, this place is quite suitable for you," Old Mo said with a smile inside the ring.
"I will work hard," Chu Yang nodded, stood up and said.
In the next few days, Chu Yang gradually got used to the living environment here. The young man named Tong Guan was the favorite of the team, and he was kind-hearted, but he was a little arrogant.
And the old man who chatted with Chu Yang was called Wu Sanlang, and it was said that he was called that because he often had the aura of a desperate Sanlang in fights.
The head of the ten households of the ten-person team was named Feng Bing, a burly man with a strong back and waist, who wielded a pair of big hammers and was born with supernatural powers.
After breakfast that day, Feng Bing gathered the team together and said: "There is a mission, it is about the remnants of Lianyun Thirteen Thirteen Pirates.
Someone had seen them in the nearby Heishui Mountain, and each of them would get 1,000 points of merit for killing them this time. "
"Hey, the rewards are so rich this time," someone beside him said with a smile.
"That's rich? See how promising you are. If you can get Qingyun's body back, I'll give you 100,000 merit points," Feng Bing joked.
"I want a Qingyun battle body, and I won't change it if you give me 100 million merit points," the man also laughed.
"Okay, you guys go get ready, we'll set off at noon," Feng Bing ordered.
Seeing that everyone in the team dispersed, only Chu Yang looked puzzled, what Lianyun Thirteen Pirates? What Qingyun battle body
He found Mo Sanlang, and the relationship between the two was pretty good. These days, if Chu Yang didn't understand anything, he would always ask him for advice.
"Do you know the legend of the Hundred Battle Body?" Mo Sanlang asked with a smile.
Chu Yang nodded.
"Qingyun Battle Body is the 72nd ranked Battle Body," Mo Sanlang explained: "A long time ago, there was a Lianyun Village at the foot of Heishui Mountain, and there were thirteen brothers with different surnames in the village.
It is rumored that one day they accidentally dug up the Qingyun Zhanti Pearl under the big tree at the entrance of Lianyun Village.
The boss of the thirteen brothers merged with the Qingyun battle body, and as their strength became stronger and stronger, several people moved their minds.
On the Heishui Mountain, he became a bandit, specializing in robbing passers-by. "
"And then?" Chu Yang asked curiously.
"Later, someone in the True Martial Sacred Sect issued a mission to exterminate the Lianyun Thirteen Pirates," Mo Sanlang said with a smile, "Some elite disciples accepted that mission and went to destroy the Lianyun Thirteen Pirates in person.
The boss of the thirteen thieves died on the spot, and the other eleven sworn brothers were not spared. It is said that only the thirteen brothers with the lowest seniority finally escaped under the cover of others. "
"Then the remnants we went to exterminate this time are the thirteen masters who escaped back then?" Chu Yang asked.
"Almost, I don't know if this news is accurate or not," Mo Sanlang replied with a smile.
"Where did the Qingyun battle body go in the end?"
"What? Do you have an idea?" Mo Sanlang glanced at Chu Yang and said, "Some say that Qingyun's battle body was taken away by the elite disciples of the Zhenwu Sacred Sect, and some say that the thirteen masters who finally escaped took Qingyun away." Battle body beads.
There are different opinions, and some even say that there is no Qingyun battle body at all, and everything is fabricated by someone to target the Lianyun Thirteen Pirates. "
"No, I'm just curious," Chu Yang smiled.
... ...
At noon, with the scorching sun in the sky, the ten-man Blood Wolf Guards set off towards Heishui Mountain.
Heishui Mountain is located in the east of Xuanyuan City. The mountain is famous for the Heishui River, which is known as the longest river in the Far West.
It starts from the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the west, and the source land in the east is said to have surpassed the boundary of the Far West, and is located in the center of the Eastern Continent.
In the team, Chu Yang's cultivation was considered the lowest, only at the seventh level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, and everyone else was almost at the Pulse Condensation Realm.
A few people came to the bottom of the mountain. The mountain was not high, and the dense jungle covered the whole mountain. Not long after they climbed the mountain, they could hear the sound of the Heishui River rushing.
"Someone has been here," said Mo Sanlang, who found a pool of blood in a bush by the side of the road.
He put the blood on his hands and smelled it, and said, "It's the blood of the first-order monster, Clouded Leopard."
"Let's go further," Feng Bing said after pondering for a while.
A few people walked forward, and there were already some fighting scenes in front of them.
Several big trees around were broken, and the ground was also full of pits and pits, and there were several pools of blood around it.
"The blood hasn't dried yet, so it looks like the battle shouldn't be over for long," Mo Sanlang said.
"Someone's there," just as Mo Sanlang finished speaking, Tong Guan suddenly yelled, his voice surged with spiritual energy, and light blue electric arcs wound around his feet.
Using the flying electric step, he stepped forward, as if lightning was rushing, and went directly to the nearby bushes, and grabbed a man in a red robe.
That man was only at the peak of the spiritual pulse state, and the dark yellow aura surged from his fists, and he was as good as Tong Guan in the fight.
Feng Bing waved his hand. Except for Chu Yang, the other eight members of the team swarmed up and subdued the man in an instant.
"Try not to single out things that can be fought in groups, there is no point in wasting time," Feng Bing looked at the surprised Chu Yang, and explained aloud.
Chu Yang nodded quickly.
Then Feng Bing looked at the captured man and sized him up carefully, his expression changed instantly.