Legend of the Cultivation God

Fifth Chapter 19 Missing

Fifth Chapter 19 Missing

Yan Ming’s layman said that Zhang Zhaoyang said that he knew that his intention had been decided. He said to Lu Yueming and Tan Feng: “I am going to stay here, what about you?”

Lu Yueming glanced at Tan Feng and said, “I will not enter, I will guard Zhang Xiong here.”

Yan Ming lays nods and says to Zhang Zhaoyang: “That Virtuous Nephew is inside, that chant, you know.”

Zhang Zhaoyang said with a smile: “Go straight to ten, right in eight, after six, and left six, I have long remembered, is it correct?”

Yan Ming lays: “Yes, that’s it, Ten Thousand Swords has a heart.”

This sentence seems to be a pun, but Zhang Zhaoyang did not care, but checked it with him. From the carry-on bag, he took out a bundle of slender snow-white ropes. Yan Ming’s eyes lit up and asked: “Zhang Virtuous Nephew, is your silk rope woven with snow silk?”

Zhang Zhaoyang smiles nods and praises: “Yanming Uncle Master is really like a torch. This is the result of the silk silkworm spit silk which is only used in the northern ice-covered land. It is woven with other precious silk threads.”

Yan Ming’s layman asked: “I heard that this snow silk is tough and abnormal, and it cannot be cut with ordinary swords. Is it true?”

Zhang Zhaoyang said: “This is the case, do you want Uncle Master to try?”

Yan Ming lays out and wants to say: “For the safety of Martial Nephew Zhang, I still try it.” After that, I took out the sharp dagger that I used last time from my arms and said to Zhang Zhaoyang: “I am cutting the iron like this.” Mud, can this rope be able to withstand it?”

Zhang Zhaoyang still said with a smile: “Yanming Uncle Master, but I can’t do it. On the same day, my Sword Lord got this silk rope. I have already tried it. My Ten Thousand Swords peak has not been tried except Divine Sword. Other swords can’t stay on it. Under Trace.”

Yan Ming’s layman listened, picked up the dagger and rushed to the snow-white rope placed on the ground. Sure enough, when he raised his hand, there was no trace left on the silk rope. Yan Ming’s layman could not help but shake his head and said : “Ten Thousand Swords is really good, but I can’t bear the children can’t hold the wolf. This Treasure is also willing to come out, it’s a good calculation.”

The Zhao Yang still did not answer the words. He picked up the silk rope from the ground and tied it to the jujube tree that had just crossed the sword mark by Yan Ming, and the other one was kneeling on his waist. Then he said to Yan Ming, the geese. Uncle Master, this snow silk has a benefit, that is, using Inner Strength, it will transmit this jitter to the other end. Even if the silk rope is tied to the tree, the other party can still feel it. Ming Uncle Master is waiting here. After Junior enters the forest, please send a message to Break. Time also returns information, indicating that Junior is safe. When Junior arrives at the forest, he will send four messages to Senior. If you want to get inside, please introduce it along the wire rope. How?”

Yan Ming lays a smile: “Well, then the troubled teacher is stunned, and we will wait for the ready-made children.”

Then, Zhang Zhaoyang took out the leather of Ten Thousand Swords from his arms and handed it to Yan Ming, saying: “Yanming Uncle Master, if I am in the forest, I will return this leather to my Sword Lord. ”

Yan Ming lays a glimpse, frowning and said: “So precious things, your home Sword Lord can give me confidence?”

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and said: “Uncle Master is allied with my Sword Lord. Naturally, it is not an outsider. It can be entrusted.”

Yan Ming’s detective caught and said, “Virtuous Nephew, although we are in the secret place, I will pay you back.”

Zhang Zhaoyang thanked: “Thank Uncle Master, I will enter here.”

After that, Zhang Zhaoyang pulled out Long Sword and headed into the forest.

Suddenly, Yan Ming’s layman stopped and asked, “How long is your silk rope? I remember going to Lin for a long time, I have to have four or five miles.”

Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and patted several other bags and said: “The disciples are still prepared here. If it is not enough, the disciple will turn back.”

Yan Ming lays a look at the bag at his waist, smiles and shakes his head, and said in his heart: “This is a long time, it is really a hero.”

Zhang Zhaoyang once again bowed to the crowd, which brought Treasure Sword and carefully stepped into the sun-smooth Sour Jujube Forest.

At the beginning, Yan Mingju and others could see the back of Zhang Zhaoyang. When he went deep, he could not see it. Only the white silk rope was hung between the trees of Sour Jujube Forest.

Waiting for a time of tea, there is no movement in Sour Jujube Forest, there is no sound of birds singing, Yan Ming lays up, pulls the rope with a hand, still tight, and shipped the Inner Strength Going out, coming over for a while, I feel shaking back in my hand. It seems that Zhang Zhaoyang’s head is still safe. The mentality of Yan Ming’s layman is a little more stable.

Yan Ming lays back and retreats back. Lu Yueming and Tan Feng naturally look at him eagerly. Waiting for Zhang Zhaoyang’s news, Yan Ming’s smiling nods, did not speak. In this weird place, Yan Ming lays Feeling a little pressure, can not help Mind to resist, so the original is not a lot of him, but also lazy to say something extra.

Waiting for a cup of tea, stunned, Yan Ming lays a heartless jump in the heart, it seems, perhaps, heard the screams in the forest, but his ears obviously did not hear any movement, still a dead Lin Zi, he looked back at the two people around him, but found that Lu Yueming and Tan Feng were also surprised by the look of the eyes, the eyes are dripping, ‘chaotic’ turn, his heart secretly thought: “Not good.” Immediately jumped forward With the hand tied to the silk rope tied to the tree, the luck is as before, half a slap, but there is no response. Yan Ming’s heart is in a hurry, and once again, he sent a message and still did not respond. Yan Ming’s layman thought about it. Start pulling back the rope with your hand to see if you can pull it out.

Sure enough, it can be pulled, and it is very light.

Yan Ming’s face is ‘colored’ and heavy wire ropes are drawn from the forest. Tan Feng quickly goes forward to help sort out the ropes that have been pulled out. Lu Yueming draws Long Sword and stands on the side of Yan Ming’s layman, staring at the eyes. Looks like the ordinary Sour Jujube Forest entrance.

The wire rope has been pulled out a lot, and I have already seen Zhang Zhaoyang hit a dead knot. It is estimated that he is connected to the Second root, but still has nothing to see, Yan Ming layman can not help speed up, not long afterwards, Tan Feng The silk rope has already been bundled out of the boss. Yan Ming’s ear also heard the sound of “Sassoo” in Sour Jujube Forest. As the speed of his hand changes, he keeps making a sound. It should be a silk rope. The other side was carrying something. At this time, Yan Ming layman was more careful, slowed down the speed, and pumped out little by little.

Near, near, everyone is alert.

However, at the end of the rope, there is no monster, and there is nothing on the rope, only one thread.

Yan Ming lays a frown, picks up the thread, carefully looks at it, sees the bald thread, it is not Rule, it is pulled off, instead of being cut with a sharp sword, Yan Ming lays again Put the thread on the nose and listen carefully, there is a faint bloody taste, and then look carefully, there is some blood on the silk rope, it seems that Zhang Zhaoyang is too fierce, even a little relic has not left, Yan Mingju sigh A tone.

Over there, Tan Feng took the silk rope tied to the tree and took the silk rope made of this precious snow silk to the Yanming layman. At this time, Lu Yueming holding the sword in his hand spoke. He asked Yan Ming to be a layman: “Yanming Uncle Master, you have come here twice. Have you found anything different from other places?”

Yan Ming’s layman thought about it and wondered: “I found no difference. What did Virtuous Nephew find?”

Lu Yueming Look at the deep Sour Jujube Forest, thoughtfully said: “Yanming Uncle Master, I grew up in the mountains, so the big Sour Jujube Forest has not seen, but such a big other I often go to the woods. It’s been a long time. I always think that this Sour Jujube Forest is different from other trees. I thought for a long time, and I found out that this Sour Jujube Forest is very strange. It seems that there is fog inside, the sun is actually Can’t vote in.”

Yan Ming’s layman said with a smile: “Yes, Virtuous Nephew is very careful. When we entered last time, it was foggy inside. I couldn’t see it very far, there was not much sunshine, and there were a lot of animals and Human bones.”

Lu Yueming points nods and says: “Where the dangerous places are, some people will be curious to go inside. The animals will also take the risk of falling in. It is not special to leave the bones. But there are special places that are not there elsewhere?”

Yan Ming lays and Tan Feng said in surprise: “What is special and special?”

Lu Yueming said: “You listen, is there a bird in the Sour Jujube Forest?”

Yanming layman and Tan Feng listened to the ear, and sure enough, there was no bird called in the mysterious forest. Yan Ming lays back and thinks for a while, saying: “Virtuous Nephew is right, I used to be silent in the last time. There are no birds calling.”

Lu Yueming is ‘color’: “This is the strange thing of Junior. The birds are no more than beasts, they have wings, wherever the world can go, and the woods are the home of the birds, this big Sour Jujube Forest doesn’t have a bird call, Yanling Uncle Master doesn’t feel strange?”

After listening to Lu Yueming, Yan Ming’s heart suddenly flickered, and it seemed to sink. The sweat of the whole body was erected, and the cold sweat on the back, then look at the silk rope stained with blood in his hand. There was no flusteredness for a moment, and then I looked at the Sour Jujube Forest, which was like a sleeping monster. He didn’t want to wait any longer. He waved his hand and said, “Virtuous Nephew, this is not a place for sermons. Let’s leave and find a safe one. It is not too late to elaborate on the place.”

Lu Yueming and Tan Feng quickly said: “But Yanming Uncle Master told me.”

Yan Ming lays not to say that the silk rope woven from the silk silk is included in his own bag, with Lu Yueming and Tan Feng showing Lightweight Art to leave, no longer look back.

It seems that nothing has happened in the quiet Sour Jujube Forest.