"quack……"

The earth was pale, and the shrill wind was howling across the fields. In the sky, a strange eagle was flying high with wings spreading its wings, screaming with a sharp and sad voice.

There are mountains on the ground that are endless, but there is no green at all. Only the ground is messy and full of desolate desolate conditions. The miserable white land and gray-brown rocks depict this lonely scene.

At a high altitude, the gray and white color contrasting with the ground was the black clouds like thick ink. The clouds rolled in the air, not knowing how thick it was, and there was a faint light of lightning shining inside.

The dark clouds, like airtight curtains, envelop this world tightly, with heavy intentions of death falling heavily into my heart.

"Dingding...dangdang..."

In this clear and uninteresting wilderness, there are still signs of life activity.

The iron elm emitted a dim light and kept crashing into the rocks in front of him. The sound of "dinging" was endless. In the flash of fire, some stones fell down sporadically.

At this moment, a young man paused in his hand and the sound of collision stopped.

He raised his head, squeezed his face and looked at the screaming monster eagle in the sky. His handsome appearance seemed particularly distorted. After a moment, he saw him spitting lightly and sitting down to the ground.

"Gulugulu..."

He picked up the gourd behind him, opened his mouth wide, and tried his best to water it into his stomach. The ice water penetrated his stomach, which made the sweat flowing from his face slightly stagnant.

“It’s so fucking hot!”

He took out a towel and wiped his face randomly. The young man gasped and whispered to the environment here.

"The weather is so cold that it can instantly freeze thousands of miles, and then it is so hot that the Xuanying can't bear it. This place is really a forbidden death for living beings!"

"Don't nag so much, save some effort. I can set up a formation just by digging ten meters down today, and I can get better at night."

There are actually people in this kind of place.

In addition to the young man dressed in short gray cloth, there was also an old man with white hair curled up, leaning against the corners of several rocks, closing his eyes to rest.

"Night? Where is there any night here?"

The young man snorted angrily and threw a stone from his side.

"Give it, heavy stone!"

"Hello... good stuff, good stuff!"

The old man stretched out his hand, took the stone very quickly, and took it in front of him and looked at it carefully.

"This thing can only be bought for a lot of money outside! Just take some effort here and have some luck, and it's easy to get it!"

"It's a breeze! You can dig it yourself!"

The young man shouted angrily, feeling anxious, sweat gushed out of his face again, and he couldn't help but pick up the gourd and poured it into his mouth twice before he could finish it.

"My ellipse is comparable to a medium-grade magic weapon, and it is even harder. I can't dig a few meters deep in this day, and I'm so tired that I'm so tired. It's so easy. Why don't you come to someone else?"

"Xiao Sun, don't be angry. Although this place is a bit weird, it is indeed a rare treasure for us casual cultivators!"

The old man giggled, put away the heavy ink stone in his hand, and pointed to the two of them.

"We both worked hard to achieve the foundation. I am old, so it's fine. You have outstanding talents and a bright future. Don't you want to go further?"

After saying that, he pointed at the four directions again.

"This place is a billion miles full of treasures! We can only pay some money to the Taikang Manghui in the north and cultivate it at will!"

"Old man Zhang, I'll ask you, what you said has been dug up a piece of magic weapon fragments here. Is it true?"

"Come again!"

The old man curled his lips.

"How many times have you asked this sentence? You have never heard of the boy who has made a fortune. You have also inquired about how he made a fortune."

"I just find it incredible. It's a fragment of Pure Yang Magical Weapon. Even if it has such a little use, it's comparable to a spiritual weapon!"

The young man opened his body and his face kept changing.

"Is this kind of thing actually dug out of the soil?"

"That's because you don't know where this place used to be."

The old man smiled first and sighed softly.

"Do you Sword Sect? Who doesn't know?"

The young man smiled disdainfully, as if he had no interest in the topics mentioned by the old man.

"Sword Sect!"

The old man's eyes were slightly cumbersome and his face was meditating.

"You can't imagine how brilliant the Sword Sect was once? How strong are the cultivators of the Sword Sect?"

"How strong can it be? The Wuliang Sect, which is stronger than the world's largest sect? If it is really that strong, it can be destroyed?"

The young man hummed coldly.

"Wuliang Sect?"

The old man chuckled softly, hiding his head in the dark places of the mountains and rocks.

"Someone once said that there are only two Taoist sects in this world! One of them is the Sword Sect! And the other sects are collectively called other Taoist sects!"

"No one denied this sentence at the beginning..."

"Old man Zhang, what are you confused about? How is this possible?"

The young man was shocked by the old man's words, paused, and smiled disdainfully.

"There are countless sects in the world, and the strong are like stars in the sky, countless. Can this mere sword sect be compared with many other sects?"

"What can't you..."

The old man sighed in a low voice.

"But, since five hundred years ago, the Sword Sect was destroyed and the inheritance was cut off, and there was no news about it from time to time, but at that time..."

"How was it like that? How many years have you lived, and why are you talking about five hundred years ago?"

The young man spat at the other person.

"Although I haven't lived that long, my master is still there!"

"Bad! All the nonsense is touched by your master who has long been dead. If I were your master, I would be so angry that I could jump out of the grave!"

"The surname of Sun, are you looking for a fight?"

"Old man Zhang, are you afraid that you won't do it? Let's gesture? I'll let you have one hand!"

After a long time, the two people with red faces retracted their angry eyes, and each retracted their positions one after another, regaining their strength.

From time to time, the void riots will riot, and the spiritual energy will be even more chaotic, which is very unsuitable for monks to practice.

"Forget it, it's useless to say that these are all. Just mining honestly is serious! Even if the Sword Sect is not as strong as you said, it is true that you can dig up good things by digging here at will."

The young man seemed to be dissipating quickly, and he spoke again, his voice slowed down.

"Of course, although we haven't dug up the magic weapon fragments, we have obtained a lot of magic weapon fragments. I heard that the magic weapons in the sword world of the Sword Sect are unmeasurable! What a pity..."

The old man also looked emotional.

"My master was a lifetime regret that I had never been able to enter the sword world of the Sword Sect to hunt for treasures."

“Buzz…buzz…”

He was sighing that a copper bell on the old man's waist suddenly vibrated rapidly. The copper bell was also strange, and the sound was an abnormal buzzing and low voice.

"Someone is here! Still a master!"

Both of them changed their faces, and suddenly their aura shrank, and instantly became silent like a rock.

The area here is desolate, and although the climate is changing, no one should enter, there are many good things buried after all, which has attracted many strong people to rampant here, plundering everywhere, and killing people and rob treasures.

Although the two old and young often quarrel, they trust each other. However, when they meet outsiders, it is difficult to guarantee that the other party will not be ill-intentioned.

Although the two of them asked themselves that they were not weak in hiding methods, some people's exploration methods were even more brilliant.

"Come out!"

A cold and ruthless voice came from above, and a man in black robe appeared not far away from the two.

“Herala…”

Although Old Man Zhang was very old, his reaction was very fast. He knew that he had been found out, so he walked out of the mountain and rock without hesitation. He pounced on him and slapped his head without raising his head. He raised the Qiankun bag on his body high.

"Senior, the hard work of the old man this year is here. Please accept it with a smile! We are both free cultivators who have no legs. I hope we will be open to the next step and leave us a way out. We are grateful!"

The young man's reaction was not slow either. He followed his companion and walked out from behind, laying behind Old Man Zhang without saying a word, curled up in the shadow of the other party, without the tough momentum he had just now.

"Very sensible."

The person above smiled gently, took the Qiankun bag casually, flipped it a few times, and threw it down with a boring look on his face.

"Get up and ask you a few words. To be honest, I will not only not take your lives, but also receive rewards!"

"Senior, please say, I will speak all the time!"
To be continued...