The motorcade rumbled forward, getting closer and closer to the lonely peak in the north.

In the 9th year of Dachang Zhizhen, Baiyuan County, Qingyuan Sect.

There was a sense of solemnity between heaven and earth.

Thirteen sects including Xiuyi Sect, Tiantiyuan, and Yan Mansion formed a coalition to launch an attack on the Qingyuan Sect, the boss of all the sects.

"Quack..."

Withered vines, old trees, dim crows, and a sunset scene seemed to indicate that the once wealthy and powerful sect was about to collapse.

Chen Xinghe sat on the carriage, looking at the lonely peak behind Qingyuan Sect, frowning slightly while thinking a lot.

He joined the Dian Cang Sect on his thirteenth birthday. It has been exactly four and a half years since today. He opened the thirteenth Dragon Backbone section a month ago and will reach the bottom line of becoming a disciple.

Originally, I wanted to choose a good teacher to enter the palace, but many sects besieged Qingyuan. Dian Cangmen didn't want to go through this muddy water, but Xiuyimen and Tiantiyuan didn't allow it.

People can't help themselves in the world!

The same goes for the sect. Two command arrows came through the clouds, and the Dian Cang sect was not qualified to say no.

Not only can you not say no, but you are also required to go all out!

Forty-seven disciples who entered the house, twelve true disciples, plus six masters and uncles, almost emptied Dian Cang's entire staff.

No, Chen Xinghe was unlucky. If he had broken through a month later, he wouldn't have caught up and become a member of the besieging army.

"Junior brother, what are you thinking about?" A pleasant voice came to my ears.

"Ah! Senior sister." Chen Xinghe came back to his senses and looked at the woman whose face was covered with gauze.

This woman's name is Luo Chan'er, and she is the closest person to Dian Cangmen. Because the two families are in the next village and speak the same dialect outside, they naturally feel close to each other.

Just when Chen Xinghe wanted to chat with his senior sister, a sharp sound suddenly broke through the air, and a loud roar echoed in his ears: "Enemy attack!"

Arrows are falling!

Luo Chan'er drew out her sword with a "clang" sound, forming a fine network of swords above the carriage, and anxiously said to Chen Xinghe: "Xinghe, your skills are still weak, hurry up and get into the carriage to escape."

"Okay!" Chen Xinghe was definitely not sloppy.

He experienced four fights on the road. Although he did not take action personally, he fully realized the horror of death. Life and death often happen in the blink of an eye, and human life is no different than a piece of grass on the roadside.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The rain of arrows is beyond imagination. The Qingyuan Sect has been able to intimidate half of Baiyuan County for so many years. How can it be just dough that can be kneaded by anyone?

Luo Chan'er tried her best to guard the carriage.

She is three years older than Chen Xinghe, has already passed the Dragon's Back Pass, has cultivated into the realm of enlightenment that many disciples envy, and is considered a third-rate master in the world.

Don't think that third-rate masters are bad. In fact, 60% of disciples have no hope of entering this realm in their lifetime.

Luo Chan'er cultivated into the Transparent Realm before she was twenty years old, and now she has been stable for more than half a year. When she draws her sword, it turns into a sword shadow, which proves that she is very fast.

The coalition forces are in chaos!

The Qingyuan Sect is by no means a weakling.

"kill!"

Luo Chan'er was shocked, there was an ambush nearby.

I saw a man leaping high and pulling out four eagle-feathered arrows in the air like lightning. In an instant, I could only hear the sound of the bowstring, but could not see the actual arrows.

"So fast!"

Luo Chan'er's heart tightened, she didn't dare to hold back at all, and concentrated on using the Dian Cang Thirteen Swords.

"bite……"

"No, the sword net is broken..."

In desperation, Luo Chan'er only had time to move slightly.

She narrowly avoided it, but behind her was a carriage, and Xinghe was in danger.

Chen Xinghe is indeed in danger, the carved feather arrow has pierced the car wall and arrived in front of him.

With a "bang" sound, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the iron arrow shaft.

The arrow seemed to be alive, swaying from side to side, trying to break free, but his right hand was like an iron pincer clamping it tightly.

In an instant, the arrow shafts and arrow clusters became mottled, as if they had been rusted in water for many years. If anyone saw this, they would definitely feel weird.

"Xinghe?" Luo Chan'er was still resisting the rain of arrows, worried about asking.

"It's okay, it's just a false alarm." Chen Xinghe responded while covering up the abnormality. His right hand looked powerful, but in fact it was sick.

That’s right, I’m sick!

Strange disease!

There is a reason for this.

There is a small river in Chen Xinghe's hometown that is famous for producing tortoise stones, so the children try their luck when they have time.

Tortoise stone is similar to pebbles, covered with tortoise patterns. It is beautiful only on one hand. The key point is that Taiyimen purchased it at a high price.

If you think this kind of stone is related to money, then why not? However, more and more people are picking it up, and over the past few decades, moire stones have become very rare.

When Chen Xinghe was nine years old, he went for a walk by the river. Unexpectedly, he was so lucky that he tripped out a "big turtle".

When it was cleaned with river water, he was very happy, because the stone was so beautiful, the tortoise pattern and meridians were sparkling, and it was a hundred times more beautiful than the tortoise pattern stone he had seen at the landlord's house.

Who knew that this stone would change his life.

The sky was overcast at that time, and he ran home with the stone, when a bolt of lightning struck down and ignited a small tree with a crooked neck on the shore.

The first lightning missed by several feet, and the second lightning accurately shattered the tortoise stone in his hand. Chen Xinghe almost died, and he was in a coma for three days before he woke up.

At this point, tortoise lines appeared on the back of the right hand and forearm, and the bone-gnawing pain appeared and disappeared. Only by calming it down with various weapons could we survive the attack, which made me want to be killed head-on.

At first, he only needed a few ordinary weapons to be fine, but as he grew older, his right hand's appetite grew bigger and bigger.

His father, Chen Laoshi, originally wanted his son to become the fifth-generation accountant, but the family had no money to treat the "strange disease", so he had to send his son to Dian Cangmen. Chen Laoshi believed that the sect had many weapons.

There are many weapons, but they have nothing to do with Chen Xinghe.

I'm able to survive today thanks to the fourth generation of his family's accountant, who managed the accounts and was always able to scrap a few swords.

At this time, someone shouted happily: "Retreat..."

"The enemy retreated..."

The attack goes as quickly as it comes.

Luo Chan'er put away her long sword and said with lingering fear: "He is the fourth true successor of the Qingyuan Sect. It is said that his arrows can chase souls, and the four arrows will lock him to no way out."

"Sister, do you know what the realm of this fourth true inheritance is?"

"The pinnacle of the Tongming Realm, a quasi-second-rate master." Luo Chan'er warned with a solemn look: "The tenth to the third true inheritance of the Qingyuan Sect are all at the peak of the Tongming Realm. If you encounter them, you must try your best to avoid them. Alas, Xiuyi Sect and Tiantiyuan Tai

You are strong, this battle has nothing to do with me, Dian Cang."

Chen Xinghe smiled bitterly. He wanted to stay away, but behind him was the supervising team. Anyone who dared to escape from the battle or fight cowardly would be killed without mercy.

Luo Chan'er felt helpless when she saw her junior brother's expression, and pointed out that the sixty people in Cangmen were like cannon fodder. Whether they could go back alive or not depended on luck.

After a while, the convoy stopped moving.

The order was passed down: "At the quarter hour of You hour, set up the camp, bury the pots and make rice at three quarters of the hour, prepare your luggage at the quarter hour of Xu hour, and start the battle tomorrow!"

There was some commotion when everyone heard the order.

After traveling for more than ten days, we came to the Qingyuan faction and only had one night's rest before fighting. This intensity was too high.

Chen Xinghe unloaded things from the carriage.

This carriage was a blessing given to him by the sect. Because he had just become a disciple and had not yet had time to learn Qing Gong, his walking distance was far behind that of his fellow sect members.

Of course, not all his classmates take care of him like Senior Sister Luo, for example...
Chapter completed!