After his physical cultivation has recovered, Mo Yu has never gotten on the carriage and ate and slept with Shangnan and surrounding merchants. After he found out that the caravan was moving forward all the way to the chaotic realm, he thought carefully and chose to stay.

First, his injuries have not yet healed, and following the caravan can avoid many unnecessary troubles and rest with peace of mind. Second, facing the pursuit of Tianhuang Sect, the chaotic domain, a place where crimes are rampant, is the greatest protection for him.

Mo Yu set his tentative goal to first enter the chaotic domain, find a way to restore his cultivation, and then act according to the opportunity.

The strong young man in a short-clothed blue shirt and others were initially quite cold to him. Who told Mo Yu to spend a month alone in the carriage with the merchant girl was not jealous, but it was certain that he felt uncomfortable. But as he became more and more familiar with each other, he became closer.

In addition to Shang Nan's vague tips, these long-distance merchants knew that he was a good physical education, and their attitude became more respectful. Fortunately, Mo Yu was gentle and they did not have much awe.

Mo Yu rode on the dark horse that was transferring to the caravan, closing his eyes slightly, and his breath was gentle and even, as if he was asleep. The dark horse under him was very light, and he didn't dare to shake him at all, looking down and pleasing to his eyes.

The thin man called Maliu, quite clever, his eyes turned to make people feel slippery. At this moment, he looked at Mo Yu with envy and lowered his voice: "Big Hei is very irritable. He usually wants to jump three times when he pulls a cart, let alone ride it. But now he is honestly like a little wife under Brother Yumo, tsk, this is the momentum of a strong physical cultivation person, and even this beast knows how to respect it."

"That's it! Animals also have spirituality, let alone the smart thing Dahei. Last time I drove it, the beast was fussing and unwilling to leave. The leader of the Wang family came over and glared at it. This guy was honest for most of the day." Qi Cheng rolled up his blue short-sleeved shirt and carefully glanced around, "Look, Brother Yumo's strength may not be inferior to the leader of our caravan. You didn't dare to run to our area for a while before you saw Manager Wang. It must be because Mr. Wang's warning."

The black-faced strong man glared at his eyes, "Qi Cheng, are you talking accurately? The leader of the caravan has the strength of the third level of physical cultivation. He can hit him with a punch of more than a thousand pounds. I think Brother Yu Mo is not as strong as my old Hei. Is that so strong?"

Qi Cheng scratched his head, "How can I see clearly, but Brother Yu Mo's demeanor is not an ordinary person at first glance."

On the horse's back, Mo Yu's eyes slowly opened, and a faint helplessness appeared on the corner of his mouth. Even if their voices were low, they could not escape his ears. He had heard these words at least a dozen times, but he kept pretending not to know and letting them guess. He looked up at the sun that was about to set, and he breathed gently, his face was dull. In the past two months, he had been hiding in the caravan, recovering from his injuries and thinking about the current situation, and his confusion gradually calmed down.

The only thing he can do now is to restore his cultivation with all his strength and then find a way to improve his strength as soon as possible! The world of cultivators is topped by cultivation, and Mo Yu has already known this principle, but it was not until he experienced the siege and killing of Tianhuang Sect that he had a real experience. If he had the cultivation of crushing the Spirit Emperor, he could directly kill all the Four Seasons Sects, and even faced two blood-robed guardians of the Barbarian Holy Sect, he would easily defeat him.

In this way, Qin Qing'er's soul would not have to dissipate, and the teacher, sect leader and other sect cultivators would not be safe, and he would not have to go to the chaotic domain to avoid hunting!

Strength is everything!

Only by having enough power can we fight back against Tianhuang Sect and even the Barbarian Holy Sect! After a series of changes, Mo Yu's belief in pursuing power became more firmer without realizing it!

While he was silent and thinking, several caravan men not far away saw Mo Yu open their eyes and shut up tacitly and said nothing more, but their curiosity became heavier and heavier.

When it was dark, there was no suitable town to settle down, and the caravans camped in the wild. Fortunately, they were all veterans who ran long distances, arranged defenses, prepared feed, and collected dry firewood in an orderly manner. When the stars were everywhere, dozens of bonfires were lit, and scattered merchants gathered together in groups of three or five, eating the cooked meat porridge and drinking, and laughing from time to time.

Mo Yu, the father and daughter of the merchant, the strong man with black face, Qi Cheng, Mau Liu and two other merchants gathered together. In the last stop, Qi Cheng bought two jars of local wine. The wine quality was generally better than that. The few people drank red faces and spoke more casually.

Shang Lingling lowered her head and sat next to Mo Yu. She also drank a little, and now her pretty face turned red and became more and more beautiful. Qi Cheng, Ma Liu and the other two young men always floated towards her involuntarily.

The strong man with black face drank a sip of wine and suddenly said, "I, Lao Hei, can't hold back my words. I've been so uncomfortable these days! Brother Yu Mo, Brother Shang has mentioned to us that your physical cultivation is not weak, but I can't tell Lao Hei no matter how you look at it, your arm is not as thick as me, so how can you get such strong strength? Hehe, can you tell us, how is your cultivation? Can you compare with our caravan guard leader?"

Qi Cheng, Ma Liu and two other young men also helped each other. Shang Lingling looked up at him, his eyes shining slightly, and he was obviously very curious.

Only Shang Nan frowned without any trace, and thought to himself that Brother Hei was really brave enough to speak with some alcohol. Mo Yu was gentle in daily life, but he did not forget the coldness of Mo Yu killing Wang Shaoyang that day! The practice of a monk is secret, so he can't be as clear as possible to treat people at will, so he should not let him dislike it.

But what made him feel relieved was that Mo Yu was slightly stunned and did not show any strange expressions. He hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be almost the same." Naturally, he would not say his true cultivation, but just responded in an ambiguous manner according to what he said.

The black-faced strong man obviously had to ask again, but was blocked by Shang Nan to raise his glass and went back. This guy was still alive after all these years of being able to roll in the long-distance caravan, but naturally he was not really brainless. Seeing Shang Nan's dissuasion in his eyes, he was slightly shocked, and he lowered his head to drink and stopped talking.

Qi Cheng, Ma Liu and others suddenly showed envy on their faces. They were very good at observing their expressions. Seeing that Mo Yu was calm when he spoke, his cultivation was obviously not inferior to the leader of the caravan! The third-level power-adding realm, they probably wouldn't be able to reach this level in their entire lives. Mo Yu was unwilling to say much about his own cultivation, but he did not express dislike him, so they turned to ask other things they were interested in.

Maliu said: "Brother Yumo, when I was a child, I heard from Mr. Storyteller that if a monk has a high level of cultivation, he can fly and escape from the sky and the earth and omnipotent. With one punch, the mountains will be broken into one ground. Is this true?"

"I have also heard that some people have a high cultivation level and their lifespan will become very long, and it will be fine if they live for hundreds of years or even longer! Some people say that after reaching the extreme of cultivation, they can even live forever and have the power of immortals in myths and legends!" Qi Cheng gave Mo Yu a bowl of wine, "Brother Yumo, you are knowledgeable, can you tell us these things?"

Several young men showed excitement and looked yearning on their faces.

Mo Yu glanced at them, was a little silent, and said, "After the cultivator's cultivation level is advanced, he can indeed fly to the sky and escape to the earth and open mountains and rivers, possess powerful power and long-lasting life that cannot be imagined by the world. But there are no one in thousands who can truly reach this level."

He paused and continued, "Maybe in your opinion, the infinite scenery of high-level monks is enviable, but each of them needs to endure countless hardships that you cannot imagine in order to cultivate to a high level. The monks have gains and losses, so you don't need to be too envious."

After a moment of emotion, Mo Yu bowed to the few people after speaking, left the bonfire and stepped cross-legged next to the carriage, closing his eyes and saying no more.

Qi Cheng, Maliu and others were a little puzzled. However, Shang Nan, the black-faced strong man was thinking, his eyes fell on him, and he thought that Brother Yumo could say this, and it seemed that he had experienced many storms.

The night became darker, and everyone quickly dispersed, and the camp gradually became quieter.

Wang Duanling sat in the carriage. He was wearing a fish-white robe, his head was combed with silver hair meticulously, his brows were slightly frowning, and his wrinkled face showed a little uneasiness. Decades of experience in running a caravan gave him an extremely keen intuition. Everything was as calm as usual tonight, but he always felt that something was about to happen. As the place where the goods were delivered, you must not have an accident.

After pondering for a while, he raised his head and tapped the car window gently. The leader of the guard walked in quickly and lowered his voice and said, "What are the instructions of the master?"

"I think something is wrong. If you continue to give instructions, be careful and be careful."

The guard leader was shocked and he should have turned around and left in a hurry.

Time passed by little, and the sky was about to dawn. But this moment was also the time when the night was the heaviest and the most tired. The guard who was waiting for the whole night was inevitably tired and felt relieved. It seemed that something would happen tonight.

Mo Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and the light flashed slightly in the dark night, and his face became a little more gloomy. He jumped up quietly, covered Shang Nan's mouth and woke him up, and then called Shang Lingling who was resting in the carriage, asking them to hide carefully under the carriage.

But before he could wake up the others, the harsh sound of breaking through the air came from all directions, and countless black arrows were sprayed into fire at terrifying speed! "Puff" and "Puff" piercing into the flesh and blood and short screams instantly rang out in the camp!

Mo Yu stepped heavily, and his figure rushed forward quickly. Without turning back, he slapped his hands and slapped the two long arrows that shot him! Qi Cheng was awakened by the sudden outbreak of attacks. Several black arrows fell to him and were unwilling to fall. He pierced deeply into the ground, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly. Seeing Mo Yu approaching him, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. A lazy donkey rolled over and rose up and ran towards him!

But at this moment, a low shout suddenly sounded in his ear, "Don't move, lie down!"
Chapter completed!