It was late at night, and Mo Wentian was walking alone on the forest path, feeling endless anger and humiliation in his heart. What made him most angry was not that he couldn't argue, but that he didn't dare to say anything, couldn't say anything!

For a moment, Mo Wentian seemed to recall the previous life, when Xiao Lin was seriously injured by Uncle Sheng's men, but he had to risk going to Uncle Sheng's territory to beg for food in order to survive, and finally succumbed to Uncle Sheng's methods.

Under this, I am willing to be a dog.

The scenes overlapped with Bai Zhan's words in front of the village, but Mo Wentian couldn't bear any hatred towards Bai Zhan, but felt heartbroken because of Bai Zhan's doubts about him.

Even the people close to you don’t trust yourself, why is this!

"If it were Xiao Lin, he would definitely believe me..."

With a faint sigh, Mo Wentian felt ridiculous for the first time about coming to this world. Here he became a warrior and was respected by everyone. He even went so far as to develop internal strength while still in the body tempering stage. However,

, but I don’t have a true friend, a friend who can go through life and death and absolutely trust me.

Thinking of this, a petite and cute figure suddenly appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.

"Qiuqiu, will you believe me?"

Mo Wentian didn't know the answer. After all, he had only met the cute little girl twice, although in his memory Qiuqiu and the original Mo Wentian were very good friends.

Qiuqiu, like Mo Wentian, is also an orphan. He was brought back to the Xiaoyao sect by Xiaoyaozi and grew up. Perhaps because of their sympathy for each other, Mo Wentian and Qiuqiu have always been close, but whenever he was coldly laughed at by other disciples,

, Qiuqiu will always be the person standing beside Mo Wentian.

"When I grow up, I will definitely marry you as my wife!"

Maybe even Mo Wentian himself didn't know that it was just such a joke, but it was deeply imprinted in the little girl's heart. Perhaps, this is why every time Qiuqiu sees Mo Wentian, she can't help but be happy.

reason.

As they walked further and further away, Mo Wentian raised his head and looked at the not-so-bright moonlight. He didn't know where he had walked. Along the way, he just subconsciously wanted to leave Thorn Village as far away as possible without even distinguishing it.

direction.

The only good thing is that during such a long period of time, Mo Wentian has not suffered any malicious attacks. In other words, Bashan and other Xiaoyao sect disciples have not really grasped their whereabouts.

This discovery made Mo Wentian breathe a sigh of relief. Taking advantage of the cool night breeze, Mo Wentian finally put all the worries in his mind aside. The most important thing now is to find a safe place to stay temporarily.

One night.

It is definitely not a good idea to drive at night in a dense forest. You cannot correctly identify the direction in the forest, and you have to worry about attacks by wild beasts. Back then, Mo Wentian went down the mountain all night. He did it as a last resort, to escape for his life, but now Mo Wentian

There was no such concern, so it was most correct to find a place to stay until dawn. The dense forest at night seemed a bit damp and cold, but considering Mo Wen's physical condition, it didn't matter. He found a small hill with leeward wind, and Mo asked

Wentian lay down on the spot, put his hands behind his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

About two hours later, a rustling sound suddenly woke up Mo Wentian. After experiencing the scene in Thorn Village during the day, Mo Wentian slept very lightly, so he opened his eyes almost instantly.

.

"Someone? Or a beast?"

Leaning against the hill, Mo Wentian slowly stood up, subconsciously holding the broken knife in his right hand, staring at the darkness a few meters away.

"Wow..."

The sound was getting closer and closer, and the sound of friction on the ground became more and more obvious. Mo Wentian held the knife to increase his energy and did not dare to move rashly. The slowly flowing internal force in his body had begun to gather towards his arm. If it were a beast, Mo Wentian would be there.

Use a chopping knife to deal with the opponent immediately.

Suddenly, a dense clump of leaves in front parted, revealing a tall and thin figure. Seeing that it was a man, Mo Wentian felt a little relieved, but he did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. You must know that in many cases, humans are better than beasts.

It's much scarier. No one can guarantee that the person in front of you doesn't come here with malicious intentions.

"who!"

Mo Wentian made the first move, and the figure was obviously startled. It was obvious that he did not expect to encounter a young man with a knife here.

Because of the dim moonlight and the lush branches and leaves that obscured the sky, Mo Wentian couldn't see clearly whether there were blood marks from the Command Spell on the back of the opponent's hand. Naturally, he couldn't tell whether the opponent was a warrior. However, if he only looked at his attire,

There were no obvious weapons on the opponent.

The bamboo pole-like figure seemed to hesitate for a while, not knowing whether to stay or go. However, in the end, probably because of Mo Wentian's age, people believed that he was not a martial arts master, so the figure finally came towards him.

Mo Wentian walked slowly over.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm, I'm just passing by!"

This person spoke in a very clear voice. He should be a man. He walked closer, and Mo Wentian's palms were sweating. But looking at the other person, he looked like he was bare-handed. Even so, Mo Wentian also

Not daring to neglect at all, he vaguely remembered his master saying that many warriors would hide weapons such as soft swords or soft whips in their waists, specifically for plotting against their enemies.

Perhaps because he felt that the hostility on Mo Wentian had not diminished, the man stopped talking and just slowly walked around the hill behind Mo Wentian. During the whole process, he really did not have any feelings for Mo Wentian.

any threat.

Until the tall and thin figure completely disappeared from his sight, Mo Wentian finally relaxed. In just a few minutes, Mo Wentian's back was soaked with cold sweat, and the breeze blew by, making Mo Wentian feel a little...

Chilly.

"I'm really just passing by!"

Mo Wentian smiled slightly, laughing at himself that he had too little experience. It was really funny to think that a stranger could make himself nervous like that.

Just as he was about to fall asleep again, Mo Wentian suddenly felt his eyes light up. Not far from his eyes, there was a large firelight. Looking closely, he saw that it was not a wildfire burning in the jungle, but a cluster of fires.

The cluster of torches was quickly approaching Mo Wentian!

What followed was noisy voices and hurried footsteps. The entire night forest seemed to be awakened at this moment. The frightened birds on the branches fled in all directions, a kind of rain coming from the mountain.

The feeling kept hitting Mo Wentian.

At this moment, Mo Wentian was confused. He didn't know whether to hide or run away. He just stood there blankly.

When dozens of real warriors walked out of the dense forest, holding torches high, they saw a scene like this. A young man who looked like he was frightened, holding a tattered broken knife in his hand, was trembling with fear on a mountain.

Qiu Qian seemed to have lost his soul.

It wasn't until a moment later that Mo Wentian came back to his senses. Looking at the masses of fire in front of him and the streaks of blood clearly visible under the fire, Mo Wentian couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"How is this going!"

In front of Mo Wentian, dozens of warriors stood densely packed, each holding a variety of weapons. Some held iron fans, some held hoops, and some held long hooks.

One person was holding two giant axes with both hands, which shone coldly under the firelight.

After everyone saw Mo Wentian, they were stunned for a moment, but then the axeman reacted and pointed the ax blade in his hand towards Mo Wentian. A strong momentum burst out from his body like a hill, and a pair of copper bells

His big eyes stared at Mo Wentian.

"Boy, did you see anyone running from here just now?"

Perhaps intimidated by the opponent's momentum, Mo Wentian nodded slightly almost subconsciously. At the same time, the tall axeman took two steps towards Mo Wentian, and the giant ax in his hand made a sound.

Chanting softly.

"Then why didn't you stop him!"

"Why should I stop..."

Before Mo Wentian could finish what he blurted out, he saw that the axeman's speed increased dramatically. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Mo Wentian, and the cold blade of the giant ax was already pressing hard against Mo Wentian.

above the neck!

In an instant, Mo Wentian felt the danger of death and did not dare to move at all. He just looked at the axe-wielding man with a pale face. At the same time, the internal energy in his body began to flow rapidly. Mo Wentian almost instinctively wanted to raise his knife to fight.

But he couldn't do this because he knew that the axeman must be faster than him.

He saw eight bloody marks on the back of Axeman's right hand!

"Now, slowly raise your left hand!"

Mo Wentian was extremely nervous at the moment. If he said he was not afraid of death, it would be absolutely false. However, he also keenly discovered that this axeman did not seem to want his own life. Otherwise, with his strength, he could definitely kill him with one axe.

.

So this time, Mo Wentian did not hesitate for too long, and slowly raised his left hand as instructed. Even now, he is still completely confused and confused.

Then with the light of fire not far away, the axeman took a very careful look at Mo Wentian's left hand, and then slowly put down the giant ax in his hand.

"Do you know who that person was just now?"

Although Mo Wentian's life was not threatened again, every word the axeman said and every look he showed were like a superior emperor examining a humble prisoner.

Since coming to this world, Mo Wentian has not felt such an insult for a long time. The other party put the ax on his neck without any hesitation. Mo Wentian even clearly felt a burning pain coming from his neck.

.

Afterwards, for some unknown reason, the other party finally put down the axe, but still looked down upon him with such a condescending attitude. It seemed that Mo Wentian was like an ant. He didn't trample you to death, which was enough to make you grateful.

!

But Mo Wentian still suppressed the anger in his heart, because he knew that with his third-level body tempering strength, even with his internal strength, and the weird broken knife in his hand, he was definitely not a single enemy of the opponent, let alone

What's more, there are dozens of warriors waiting in front of him!

"I have no idea!"

Almost gritting his teeth, Mo Wentian came out of these four words. The axeman didn't care at all about Mo Wentian's attitude. He snorted coldly and his face became a little ferocious.

"Those are the remnants of the ancient demon sect. Do you know that you ruined my life?"

Mo Wentian was puzzled because he had never heard of the "Ancient Demon Sect", but after hearing this name, Mo Wentian finally understood one thing. I am afraid that these dozens of warriors were just to hunt down the tall and thin man.

People came here, but I just became a fish in the pond!

"Tell me, where did the demon escape?"
Chapter completed!