Time to Departure

Qingyang Village was located on the eastern side of the Land of Far West and was included in the ten thousand li mountains and rivers under the rule of the True Martial Sacred Sect.

The sun rose in the east and the sky was a little clear. At this time, in the square in front of Qingyang Village, a group of teenagers got up early, and under the leadership of the most powerful cultivator in the village, instructor Mo, started the morning practice.

Instructor Mo was the most powerful cultivator in Qingyang Village, and the only person in the village who had a cultivation base of the 9th level of the Spirit Vein Realm.

He had a long back and waist, his muscles were tall and prominent, and he wore a black vest. The hair on top of his head looks disheveled.

At this moment, he stood in front of these young people and said loudly: "All of you should understand that you are not the children of the Great Families. There is no good cultivation technique, and there will be no medicinal pills in the first place."

"The only thing you can rely on is yourself, and the only thing you can do is work hard."

"Besides hard work, strong cultivators are formed by 99% hard work and 1% innate talent, got it? "

"Got it," all the teenagers shouted in unison. By the time they stepped in, each and everyone had a red face, but their eyes were full of hope and longing for the future and the Martial Dao.

......

In the last row of these teenagers, there is also a teenager who looks much thinner than the other teenagers.

At this moment, the young man gritted his teeth, his face was deathly pale, insisted on a stance and he didn't want to give up so easily.

The boy was wearing a rough white cloth with patches, his face was smooth and handsome, and looked quite manly from the side.

His eyes are firm and his stubbornness is inconsistent with his peers.

Standing next to this teenager was a young girl, with her long hair covered in hair, her skin better than snow, red lips and white teeth and a high nose.

Moreover, those eyes, like gurgling clear water, when looking ahead, can make everything lose its color.

Even though the girl was wearing a cheap white shirt, she still couldn't hide her extraordinary appearance.

She was young, already beautiful and charming.

"Brother Chu Yang, are you okay?" The girl stared at the youth in front of her stubbornly and couldn't help but ask sadly.

"Xiao'er, don't worry, I'm fine," the boy called Chu Yang forced a smile and shook his head.

However, the youth tone was barely clear, his body suddenly weakened and he immediately fell to the ground.

"Brother Chu Yang, you can rest for a while," the girl hurriedly helped Chu Yang and went to sit under the big tree next to him.

At this time, the teenagers in the field looked at this scene with jealousy in their hearts.

"I don't understand how Baili Xiao condition is so good, why is she interested in this kind of trash Chu Yang."

A young man nearby whispered.

After all, this girl named Baili Xiao was the Goddess in the hearts of all the teenagers in Qingyang Village, but she only saw Chu Yang in her eyes, turned a blind eye to other teenagers, and acted extremely cold.

"Yes," a teenager continued next to him: "If she follows me, I have several cows in my family, so she won't have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of his life."

"And this Chu Yang, both of his parents died since he was a child, and even his own survival was due to the help of the villagers, and he has been a medicine jar since he was young, weak and trash."

The youth in the field immediately discussed excitedly, while instructor Mo next to him frowned, watching the chaos in the field.

There was spiritual energy in his voice, and he shouted loudly: "What are you guys arguing with each other, is this practice too easy, everyone ran around the village ten times."

Hearing instructor Mo words, the teenagers in the field suddenly fell silent, and everyone grumbled.

"Next, I will show you a set of Ferocious Tiger Fist. Everyone will look closely. This Ferocious Tiger Fist is a Yellow rank Vein Technique. I'll only show it once," instructor Mo said proudly.

He knew that for these young people who had just come into contact with the Martial Dao, they would not only have to understand the difficulties of martial arts training, but also give these young people some hope and temptation.

Under the shocked and curious eyes of all the teenagers, instructor Mo lifted his chest and raised his head, his right hand clenched, and the spiritual energy surged.

The momentum of his whole body seemed to turn into that of a tiger, with a yellowish glow in his fists.

Then he with. lightly shouted, and jumped into the air and punched towards the rock next to it.

With a *bang* sound the rock shattered and dust flew in the explosion.

Instructor Mo took a deep breath as he proudly walked forward and said: "If any of you finish body tempering first and advance to Spirit Vein Realm, I will teach you fierce tiger fist."

Hearing this, the teenagers in the field were excited, and everyone had high ambitions, and there was a raging flame in their eyes.

.........

At this time, a young man pointed at the sky, looked up and said: "Instructor Mo, someone is flying in the sky."

"Don't make trouble," Instructor Mo glared at the young man angrily. A cultivator who could fly through the air, at least it was also a cultivator of the Void Vein Realm.

When Instructor Mo was young, he worked as an errand boy in Profound Origin City. He was the patrol guard of Profound Origin City. At that time he was very majestic.

Wherever he went, the peddlers setting up stalls would flee when they saw him, and were scared to death.

Well, city patrol officers also have a nickname called city manager.

He was also a person who had seen the world, but even in Profound Origin City, the most powerful cultivators were True Vein Realm.

The Void Vein Realm was still a huge difference, the Void Vein Realm, it was an existence that he had never seen in his life.

......

The teenager said sadly: "Really, I didn't lie to you."

Instructor Mo was about to educate the boy again, and suddenly felt a strong pressure coming from above.

He quickly turned around, his scalp numb for a while.

He saw a woman slowly descending from the sky, and the woman was strong, and in him perception, as if there was no limit, it was unexpected.

"I don't know what it means for this young lady to come to our Qingyang Village," instructor Mo hurriedly greeted her.

"Is this Qingyang Village?" Xiao Yuexuan asked doubtfully.

"Yes, yes," instructor Mo quickly nodded.

"Then you can call a woman named Xiao Qingyang," Xiao Yuexuan asked in her cold tone.

"Xiao Qingyang, that sounds a bit familiar," instructor Mo said thoughtfully.

"You should have the impression that she lived here decades ago," Xiao Yuexuan said quickly.

"Oh, I remember now." Instructor Mo slapped his head and suddenly came to his senses.

"Where is she?" Xiao Yuexuan asked anxiously.

"She's dead," said instructor Mo.

"Die," Xiao Yuexuan was somewhat absent-minded, her silhouette seemed to tremble and took a step back, her face was deathly pale, "How could she die!"

"Oh, yes, she still has a daughter left," said instructor Mo suddenly.

"Can you explain everything at once." Xiao Yuexuan glared at instructor Mo, with intense pressure radiating from her body.