Because the legend that one can become an immortal by drawing the sword has been passed down for a long time, many heroes have come to try. Unfortunately, even they could not shake the iron sword.

Mo Yaya walked to the iron sword, took a deep breath, and placed both hands on the hilt.

She tried to use some force with her palm, and the next moment, the iron sword was pulled out with a "whoosh".

The cloth-clothed man not far away had his eyes wide open. He expected that Mo Yaya had a chance to pull out the iron sword, but he didn't expect that she could really pull it out, and so easily.

Mo Yaya was also stunned. She thought it would be difficult, but unexpectedly she could pull it out with just a little effort.

Before the two could come to their senses, the ground suddenly shook, and the ground under Mo Yaya's feet shattered into pieces.

"Yaya, is Yaya going to become an immortal?"

Mo Yaya was very excited and thought it was a miracle from the gods.

The man in plain clothes was also startled at first, but soon realized that something was wrong. The earth shaking did not seem like the appearance of a god, and there was no legendary fairy aura around Mo Yaya.

Things were exactly as the commoner man thought. There was no such thing as becoming an immortal instantly. There was just a hole in the ground, and Mo Yaya pulled out the iron sword, causing the ground to crack.

"Silly girl! Come back soon!"

The man in plain clothes hurriedly wanted to rescue Mo Yaya, but it was too late. Mo Yaya fell into the pit as soon as he walked over.

The man in plain clothes felt cold in his heart and asked loudly, "Yaya, are you okay?"

"Uncle, I'm fine. This pit is not very deep."

Hearing Mo Yaya's words, the man in plain clothes immediately ran over to check on her condition.

The hole was indeed not very deep. Mo Yaya was not even injured, let alone dying from the fall. She just hurt her butt.

"Yaya, give me your hand. I'll pull you up first."

The man in plain clothes breathed a sigh of relief. If Mo Yaya had fallen to her death because of this, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life filled with self-blame and guilt.

Mo Yaya didn't rush to climb up, but looked around the pit and said in surprise: "Uncle, there is another hole in here. Maybe I can become an immortal if I walk in."

"Don't be silly, girl. There are no immortals in the world. Drawing a sword to become an immortal is just a legend."

The commoner man was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The legend of drawing the sword was just a legend. Now that Mo Yaya had drawn the sword, not only would she become an immortal, she would really fall into a trap.

Now that I think about it, the so-called immortals may not exist at all, and the legends in the past were probably just people's imaginations of immortals.

Mo Yaya was quite disappointed when she heard this, but she was not too discouraged.

Because she had seen real immortals, her failure to become an immortal this time was probably just bad luck.

As long as he walks a hundred miles, he will definitely see the immortal and will be able to save his sister.

Just as the cloth-clothed man reached out his hand to pull Mo Yaya up, screams and the noisy sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the village.

The expression of the man in plain clothes changed drastically, and he realized something in an instant.

"Yaya, then you stay inside and don't move. It's better if you can hide in that hole. I will come to find you later. If I don't come to find you, you just stay hidden and don't move. Do you understand?"

The man in plain clothes had an anxious look on his face. After giving Mo Yaya some instructions, he walked back.

Mo Yaya was stunned and didn't understand what was going on. She could only follow the instructions of the man in plain clothes and stay in the pit.

After the cloth-clothed man left, Mo Yaya looked at the hole in the pit and walked in decisively.

There is a pit under the iron sword, and there is a hole inside the pit. Not to mention the rumors about immortals, just driven by curiosity, she must go into the cave to take a look.

About half a quarter of an hour later, dozens of horse bandits roamed around the village, threatening every household with knives to hand over their property.

However, how could a remote mountain village hand over gold, silver or food that would satisfy the bandits?

The bandits would not give up, but tied up the villagers together and threatened them to hand over their hidden property.

The village chief knelt in front of the scarred horse bandit leader and begged: "My dear fellows, we are poor people who farm and hunt. We really don't have anything else valuable."

A bandit also came up to the scarred bandit and shook his head, saying, "Second Master, these bumpkins really look poor. I don't think we can squeeze anything valuable out of them."

"Idiot! How could these people place valuables where we can be seen when they knew we were nearby? Not to mention the gold and silver treasures, there must be food and other things as well."

The scarred horse bandit sneered. He had been a bandit for most of his life and had much more experience than some of the young men who had just entered the mountains.

It is impossible that the villagers have not heard about the recent horse bandits. Since they did not run away, they must have made certain preparations.

Seeing that their thoughts were known, some young people in the village could not help themselves, including the man in plain clothes.

Their numbers are smaller, but some of them have been hunting or farming outside all year round and their physical fitness is not bad. There is no reason for them to allow themselves to be slaughtered by the bandits.

"Village Chief, let's fight them!"

"That's right. They don't even leave us a way out. What's the difference between us dying of starvation later and dying now?"

Some people picked up the hoes or sticks nearby and prepared to fight a bloody battle with the bandits.

The old village chief showed grief on his face, but he also knew that if even the hidden food was taken away, they would not live to see the end of the year.

The scarred bandit showed disdain on his face and sneered, "Do you really think that just because you have practiced a few tricks and hunted for a few years, you can be compared with us who have our heads tucked in our pants?"

They have been fighting outside for years, and their combat experience is far beyond that of a group of villagers. What's more, everyone of them is riding a horse and carrying a sword, while the villagers can only bring out a few axes at most.

“Stop, stop it!”

Just as the two sides were about to start fighting, a childish cry suddenly rang out.

The scarred horse bandit leader hesitated for a moment, and looked in the direction where the person was heading. It turned out to be a little girl who was not even as tall as the horse's legs.

The man in plain clothes' heart skipped a beat. He never expected that Mo Yaya could climb up by herself and run over here.

Mo Yaya swallowed her saliva secretly and pretended to be tough and said: "If you leave now, I can still let you go. Otherwise, the magic sword in my hand will show no mercy."

"Immortal sword?"

The scarred horse bandit narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Yaya carefully.

Mo Yaya was holding a long sword, with a faint light flowing around her. When thinking about what she said, she did have some of the demeanor of an immortal.

Unfortunately, Mo Yaya was just pretending. She couldn't hold the iron sword steadily with both hands, and she was so scared that her calves were shaking when facing dozens of knife-wielding bandits.

The scarred bandit thought for a moment, then suddenly dismounted and walked in front of Mo Yaya, put the knife on her neck, and sneered, "Little girl, you want to scare people with your appearance? I think you are tired of living."

Mo Yaya's face turned pale. She felt the sharpness of the long knife at her neck, and the shadow of death continued to spread in her heart.