Chen Zimeng changed his direction and walked according to the Zhangchu tribe marked on the map, Wan Jingfei still followed behind, in his words, for the magic weapon flying sword that Chen Zimeng was greedy for.

According to Wan Jingfei's statement, the wooden boat can be dispensed without, and the flying sword beard will be returned to him.

During this period, Chen Zimeng also quietly took out the flying sword and looked at it carefully, and found that it was just a slightly higher-quality spirit level flying sword, and there was nothing else special.

Then Chen Zimeng no longer thought about the reason for this, and along the way, he said a few words, wanting to know the origin of the hairpin, but Wan Jingfei did not show the hairpin at all, and Chen Zimeng did not reveal that he was the monk who sold the magic weapon to him that day, so he had to consume it.

During this period, Chen Zimeng asked Wan Jingfei where he was going, and the answer he got was that he went out to practice, with no purpose and no time.

To put it bluntly, he is an idler.

Chen Zimeng was amazed, and then spread out the map and asked him if he wanted to go with him next?

The place where Chen Zimeng was located was still thousands of miles away from the Zhangchu tribe, and according to the route, Chen Zimeng still needed to walk for several months, but he didn't need to fly with the sword.

But the old man warned Chen Zimeng that the other side flower in his body could attack and encroach on his consciousness at any time, so he didn't have much time, let alone a few months.

So Chen Zimeng chose another road, crossing a mountain range, which was abandoned a hundred years ago, because the mountain range through which the road passed was inhabited by countless demon beasts.

Since the abandonment, there are not many people who can still remember this road, and the reason why Chen Zimeng learned it was thanks to a map from a hundred years ago given by the old man, which clearly marked this road.

Chen Zimeng looked at Wan Jingfei with only one question, "If you follow me again, maybe you will be buried in the mouth of the demon beast, can you leave?"

Wan Jingfei didn't answer quickly, but glanced at Chen Zimeng very seriously, and finally looked at the map.

"What kind of flower on your body will attack at any time, that young master has no choice but to follow you, in case you die in the mountains, I will collect your body. ”

After Wan Jingfei finished speaking, he looked at Chen Zimeng and grinned, and waved the folding fan in his hand, at this time, only the fan bone remained, and the fan surface had already been broken to the point that there was nothing left.

"You haven't thrown away this broken fan yet!"

Wan Jingfei's smile froze on his face, and he turned away silently, ignoring it again, but after a while, he felt angry again, and glared at Chen Zimeng with two eyes.

"The surname is Chen, you are greedy for my flying sword, and now you still look down on my folding fan, you should ask, who is this fan because it became like this, not you?"

"Okay, okay, since you have decided to follow me, let's go quickly, won't you just have a broken fan? ”

"Really?"

"Seriously!"

"That's good, it's not in vain that I'm willing to collect your body. ”

Chen Zimeng's face darkened, looking at Wan Jingfei, who was smiling very happily, and spit out two words for a while.

"Fuck off......

Chen Zimeng roughly determined the direction, and then flew towards the sword in front of him.

Chen Zimeng was holding a rope in his hand, the rope was extremely long, and the other end was no more than three feet above the ground.

Wan Jingfei was afraid of heights, and said that he wanted to walk, but Chen Zimeng was in a hurry, so he had to find a rope to tie Wan Jingfei up and drag him down.

The reason why he dragged it down was because he was afraid that it would be too high and really scare him to death, and it would be worth the loss.

But Rao is like this, Wan Jingfei's lips are still bruised, and his whole body is trembling.

When the night came, Chen Zimeng chose a mountain cliff, looked left and right, the sword flew up and made a hole in the cliff halfway up the mountain, Chen Zimeng's excellent drilling technique made Wan Jingfei, who was vomiting under the cliff, stunned, and alleviated the discomfort caused by his flight for a while.

"Niu, Brother Chen, your burrowing technique is a mouse, right?" Wan Jingfei raised his head and looked at Chen Zimeng in mid-air, giving a thumbs up, unable to stop laughing.

But Chen Zimeng just glanced at it, stretched out his hand and raised the rope in his hand, instantly dragging Wan Jingfei under the cliff into the air.

"Boom~", under the cliff, countless rubble burst out where Wan Jingfei was, and a monster with a body about the size of a leopard and an appearance like a cat, but with a pair of sharp horns on its head, stood not far away.

The demon beast opened its mouth, and a ball of blue light flashed in its mouth, condensing into a fist-sized bead of light, and when it spit out, the light bead instantly flew towards Chen Zimeng in the sky.

Chen Zimeng snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and slashed out, the sword light collided with the light bead, and instantly exploded in the air in front of the cliff, shining brightly, like fireworks.

In the mountains and forests in the distance, countless foraging demon beasts raised their heads, their eyes flashing with a faint blue light, and then their bodies jumped and surrounded the cliff.

Chen Zimeng squinted and looked around, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Wan Jingfei was thrown into the stone cave dug by Chen Zimeng, leaned out, looked at the demon beast under the cliff, and scolded.

"Grandson, I want to eat your grandfather, in the next life!"

Chen Zimeng lowered his head, his eyes fell on the demon beast under the cliff, and said coldly, "You better save some effort and prepare to fly!"

"Ah, flying again?"

"More and more monsters are coming towards us, if you think it's safe here, then I'll follow you. ”

"Of course they ran away, and the weakest of these demon beasts is equivalent to the early stage of foundation building!

After Wan Jingfei finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and a flying sword that was the same as before hung in front of him, dripping and spinning, and after turning into the size of a normal flying sword, it was grasped by Wan Jingfei in his hand.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see himself flying, Wan Jingfei looked up at Chen Zimeng suspiciously, but saw Chen Zimeng staring at the flying sword in his hand, and couldn't help but be furious.

"What do you see? Zimu Sword, Zijian is greedy by you, don't beat me again. ”

Chen Zimeng turned his head stupidly, tapped the flying sword under his feet, and flew upwards in an instant.

The rope that was originally held in his hand was tied around his waist by Chen Zimeng, the rope was straight, and Wan Jingfei at the lower end was instantly dragged into the air.

Under the cliff, the demon beast that looked like a cat saw Chen Zimeng flying away, and moved up to chase after it on the ground.

From time to time, the demon beast opened its mouth and spit out a bead of light, smashing it into the air to Wan Jingfei, who was not too high above the ground.

Wan Jingfei's face was pale, but he was also angry, looking at the light beads that smashed at him from time to time, he forcibly endured the nausea of the dizziness, and swung his sword to slash away.

The flying sword collided with the light beads, and a firework exploded from time to time over the silent mountain range, and countless demon beasts were attracted to chase and kill.

Soon, more and more demon beasts below ran between the mountains and forests, launching a wave of attacks towards Wan Jingfei from time to time.

"Fuck ......"

Wan Jingfei wanted to cry without tears, more and more attacks, and varied.

Wan Jingfei was tied to a rope and dealt with various attacks all the way, dizzy and miserable.

When passing a cliff, a giant ape jumped down from the cliff and stretched out his hand to pat Wan Jingfei, fortunately, Chen Zimeng at a higher place reacted quickly, and a sword light slashed towards it, forcing the giant ape to retreat.

But the sword light was vertical and horizontal, grazing Wan Jingfei's left hand at the lower end of the rope, and almost cut off Wan Jingfei's left arm.

"The surname is Chen, you bastard......"

Wan Jingfei's already pale face became even paler because of Chen Zimeng's sword, like white paper.

Chen Zimeng sent out a sword light, then retracted his sword and continued to fly forward, but then he had a premonition that trouble was coming!

In the distant sky, under the moonlight, several black shadows streaked across the sky and flew straight in.

Chen Zimeng felt several extremely strong wind currents, and at the lower end of the rope, Wan Jingfei only felt that his brain was extremely mixed, and he could barely see the black shadow flying in front of him, full of sadness.

", where did the eagle come from at night!"

Several black shadows, all huge eagle beasts, the pointed beak of the bird waited until it flew close and pecked straight at Chen Zimeng, Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand around the sword style, several sword lights cut out, and the sky was as bright as day in an instant.

The eagle beast roared, spread its wings and glided backwards to avoid the sword light, and as soon as he opened his mouth and spit out, there were several wind blades, slashing towards Chen Zimeng with a sharp cold light.

Chen Zimeng's feet were light, and he fell down, in the air, no matter how Chen Zimeng was, he could not fight the eagle beast that was good at flying and fighting, not to mention, there was more than one eagle beast.

Chen Zimeng fell down, Wan Jingfei landed first, there was no time to hesitate, Wan Jingfei rolled on the ground, dodging several attacks.

Standing up in embarrassment, before he could stand firmly, the flying sword in his hand was hurriedly raised, blocking a bead of light, and with a bang, Wan Jingfei was swept away by the energy of the explosion, and he couldn't stop falling backwards.

Chen Zimeng fell three feet above the ground, untied the rope tied around his waist, and slashed with his sword, cutting off the section where Wan Jingfei was bolted, and there was still a short rope left.

The spiritual power poured into the rope, Chen Zimeng ran the refining mantra, instantly turned the rope into a hard weapon, held one end and picked it up, the click sound continued, and Chen Zimeng connected and scattered several wind blades.

High in the sky, the eagle beast roared, its wings retracted and released, and in an instant, several small storms swooped downward.

"Get out of the way!" Chen Zimeng shouted, threw the rope in his hand, and then swung his sword upward, "Boom~", the impact qi wave generated by the attack spread out in all directions, and Chen Zimeng used the impact to fall towards the lower left quickly.

Wan Jingfei just stood firm, looking at the several energy impacts that fell head-on, his face changed in an instant, and he hurriedly dodged, and several storms brushed Wan Jingfei's body and slammed into the ground, and the dirt flew in an instant.

Between the mountains and forests, the roar of the demon beast shook the heavens and the earth, Wan Jingfei's eyes were bloodshot, and now he was trying to adapt to the discomfort caused by the dizziness, while swinging his flying sword and constantly blocking the attack.

One after another, the demon beasts surrounded Wan Jingfei, forming a big circle, and the snorts of each demon beast could be sprayed directly on Wan Jingfei's face.

The demon beast bared its teeth, its teeth looked silvery white in the night, glowing with cold light, Wan Jingfei glanced at it, and his calves began to tremble.

The demon beasts surrounding him, looking around, there was not a single one with low cultivation, and all of them were equivalent to human foundation building monks.

For a moment, Wan Jingfei thought he was dead.

"Tai'a, the sword rises to conquer Ze!"

Countless sword lights flashed, and the mountains and fields at night were illuminated like day, and a beam of silver-white light bloomed from the forest and spread out, accompanied by countless blood lights.

"Roar~"

A wolf demon roared, but his head was cut off by a sword, and his huge body slowly fell, and around the wolf demon, more than a dozen demon beast corpses lay on the ground, blood flowed out, and then stained the ground red, and for a while, the smell of blood was tangy.

Wan Jingfei couldn't hold back any longer, he fell to the ground and vomited, and the demon beasts around him retreated slightly, but they still surrounded Chen Zimeng and the others, roaring continuously, and his eyes were full of ghostly light.

Above the sky, several eagles and beasts circled and flew, and their long chirpings resounded through the mountains.

When Wan Jingfei recovered slightly, he reached out and touched his mouth, flew the sword in his hand, stood up straight, and looked around, surrounded by demon beasts, and there were more and more of them.

Wan Jingfei looked at Chen Zimeng, who was standing with a sword in the field, his figure was tall, his eyes were full of coldness, his body was full of aura, and in the face of countless demon beasts, there was no expression on his face, and he was unimaginably calm.

Chen Zimeng looked around, and countless demon beasts that came into contact with him retreated, between the time when Chen Zimeng used the Tai'a sword, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the horror of dozens of demon beasts was cut away with one sword, and the demon beasts did not dare to rush forward for the time being, they all surrounded their mouths and kept roaring.

The power of the Tai'a sword made the demon beast tremble, but the flying sword in Chen Zimeng's hand was quietly shattered, Chen Zimeng was not surprised, and simply changed a sword and held it again in his hand.

The Tai'a Sword was too powerful for a low-grade flying sword to withstand it, but Chen Zimeng didn't dare to use Lian Fenghuo wantonly, so he had to replace it with a sword every time he cast it.

Feeling Wan Jingfei's gaze, Chen Zimeng turned his head and grinned.

"Brother Wan, where do you think you should run?"