The chirping of birds broke the tranquility of the deep mountains and dense forests, and Master Li, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info can't enter the practice for a night, and from time to time I have to use my divine sense to probe again, for fear that the target will slip away, and I will be tired and depressed beyond words. Since he couldn't get too close, when he chased into the dense forest, he realized that his target was missing, but he was sure that he didn't run away, just hiding. Playing tricks with the Zhuji monk is more patient, your baby is a little more tender, and you have rescued the Seventh Prince, and you must take care of that hateful killer, Master Li's heart is full of anger.

Twilight began to fall again, and Master Li was a little out of breath, and he searched a wide range with his flying sword. In the cave, Xia Ye sat listlessly on the ground, the other party was silent and basically stopped talking to him. I haven't eaten for more than a day, and I finally understand what hunger is, so I can only drink a little bit of mountain spring water from time to time, the prince is in trouble, and the same pigs and dogs are not as good, Xia Ye has a new understanding of life in self-deprecation. He also sneaked out while the other party was deep in thought, but as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the cave, a stone whistled past his ears and hit a small tree at the entrance of the cave, and the trunk was almost broken, this was a warning, he could only reply with a smile, Feng Ge just stared at him coldly, no nonsense.

Ever since he inexplicably felt that he must not hurt this hostage, Feng Ge wanted to release him as soon as possible, and it would be a burden to carry him again. But if you want to let go, you have to find the right time, and your intuition tells you that the ghost of the person who is tracking will not go away. Looking at the wilted hostages, Feng Ge picked up a few stones, walked to the entrance of the cave, beat a few birds and finches returning at dusk, carried them into the cave, cleaned them up a little, and slowly roasted them on the branches.

Xia Ye came to his senses all of a sudden, staring at the sizzling bird meat, swallowing his saliva, how could he still have the dignified image of the prince and prince. "You have to eat your own baking." Feng Ge opened his mouth lightly, Xia Ye was overjoyed, and skewered the remaining birds and finches on the branches and roasted them. Roasted and roasted, the survivability is high, the meat roasted by Fengge is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat is fragrant, while Xia Ye is roasted miserably, black like charcoal.

And that's it, Xia Ye tore and ate very deliciously, but it's a pity that it's not enough to eat. Just as he was about to pull down his face to ask the other party for something, a few fragrant bird meat were thrown into his hands, Xia Ye didn't care about thanks, and gnawed on, the mud horse was too hungry! Mud horses are so delicious! Muttering while eating. After chewing and swallowing the last bit of meat and bones, he still couldn't praise it: "This king thought that he had tasted all the delicacies in the world, but he didn't expect that there was such a wonderful food." "There's no salt and no taste, there's nothing to eat." Feng Ge said disdainfully, "You don't understand, it is precisely because of the charcoal grilling without adding any seasonings that the natural tenderness and pure fragrance of the bird meat is retained---- "Xia Ye forgot about the environment and talked about the food scriptures. "When you're hungry, everything is delicious, and it's just a matter of time." Brother Feng said a cold word, which made Xia Ye silent.

This killer is unfathomable, which makes Xia Ye both afraid and more curious, and has an urge to tear off the mask on his face, wanting to see who this person is, and always feeling that he may know him, and even have a good relationship. Martial arts are superb, cold and not cold-blooded, taciturn, but a few words are thought-provoking, such talents have been recruited by the business alliance, and the bureaucrats of the dynasty are all rice buckets!

The weather in the deep mountains is changeable, and it rained heavily in the early morning, when Xia Ye opened his eyes sleepily, he suddenly found that the person had quietly left and was free! But why do you still have a sense of loss in addition to Qingxing? The rainstorm came at the right time to cover his whereabouts, and Feng Ge walked along the valley stream, and soon he should go out of the mountains and make plans again.

The sky was bright and the rain didn't stop, but Fengge had to stop, and the disaster couldn't be avoided after all. A scribe by the stream stood expressionless in the heavy rain, the rain falling on an invisible umbrella, the scribe's shirt not sticking to the rain, in stark contrast to the muddy wind song.

Master Li's face was like a flat lake, but his chest was full of anger. The hardships and sins he has endured in the past two days are all due to this son, if he is not patient enough, he will let him slip away, and it will be a joke to spread out, and it will shake the Dao heart. "Arrest me, follow me back to Hanmo Building for trial, and honestly confess or save your life." Master Li said coldly, "I didn't hurt the Seventh Prince, you are a senior person, how can you be untrustworthy?" Feng Ge asked, "I didn't kill you, a treacherous and shameless person, I am benevolent enough to believe it, and I will not show my tongue again!" Master Li waved his sleeves and scolded him with awe.

"Who is the treacherous and shameless? Who are the untrustworthy people? Don't pretend to be sanctimonious, people are doing it, the sky is watching, what ability can be used, the master can catch it! "Feng Ge laughed wildly in the rain, what joy in life, what fear in death, just a bad life. Master Li's eyes were sharp, his spiritual power was running, and the rain suddenly gathered between his palms when he waved his hands, condensing into a long water dragon in the midst of changes, and rushed straight towards the wind song.

Water Dragon! Hanmo Building's intermediate magic technique, Master Li in the early stage of foundation building, can only be instantaneous with the help of the weather. The dragon's mouth was wide open, and he swallowed the wind song in one bite, Master Li changed a few tricks, urged the spiritual power, and wanted to summon the water dragon back, but the water dragon just flew up and fell to the ground, and from time to time there were punches and kicks from the dragon's body.

As soon as Feng Ge's eyes were dark, he found that he was in the water, his whole body was frozen, and he was also dizzy by some kind of sound wave, but at the same time, the ferocity hidden in his heart was completely stimulated, and he instinctively played a set of punches when his blood was boiling, whether it was useful or not, he had to resist desperately.

After more than a dozen breaths, just when Feng Ge felt that he was about to suffocate, the water around him suddenly fell down, he was washed to the ground, and quickly stood up again, rushing towards the stunned Master Li, it was not his character to be beaten passively. A small qi practitioner actually broke the water dragon sword, and in the fighting method, he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in the opponent's spiritual power, as if he was fighting with the power of his body, this is impossible!

If it is impossible, it is also possible, and that is extremely rare: physical cultivation. This kind of monk pursues the physical body to become a god, my Dharma is my body, my body is the Dharma weapon, do not cultivate the soul and mind, ten thousand laws add to the body and I resist it, and ten thousand thoughts are present in the body and are in the body. But this method of practice is demanding, not to mention, it is extremely cruel and unbearable, and it is almost equivalent to constantly reshaping the physical body. In order to pursue extreme strength, in the process of cultivation, the physical body must constantly absorb and fuse foreign bodies, and it is easy to become a half-human and half-demon monster, which is against the way of heaven and is not tolerated by the so-called decency in the cultivation world.

Could it be that the person in front of you is the body cultivator? Master Li really moved to kill, of course, he thought that this was to eliminate harm in the cultivation realm. Seeing Feng Ge rushing forward, his spiritual power was in a hurry, and he pointed out, without using a magic weapon, this is his strongest magic skill: pointing at the country, containing a trace of the power of the Tao.

The majestic spiritual power faintly formed a huge finger, as if it was about to crush an ant, and pressed it to Fengge. In the crisis of life and death, Fengge roared angrily, and a punch was blasted out, and the fists and fingers intersected, like thunder and shock, the surrounding trees fell down, and the earth and stones flew wildly.

Feng Ge was knocked more than ten feet away, revealing white bones in some places, covered in flesh and blood, almost not humanoid, falling to the ground convulsions, his life hanging by a thread. Sure enough, it was a physical cultivation, and spiritual power was not used in this case, but the power of that punch collapsed his own magic skills, and he suffered a supreme blow without dying, and this son couldn't stay!