To be honest, Cong Ye always felt that the place of Hades Mountain was not suitable as a base for occupying the mountain as the king. "Co * Le * Words * Love * First * Hair ()] [. There are many books, and the updates are fast]

It is true that it is surrounded by mountains on all sides, but the entire Hades Mountain is bare, there is not even a tall tree, only a few low shrubs. Moreover, the mountain is not steep.

The reason why he wanted to go to the bandits' lair was that Cong Ye Ke didn't think about joining the gang at all. Since we are looking for opportunities, we can't miss any places. Especially the bandits' lair, they can rob everything, maybe they will gain something.

After a long period of commotion, the sky had already begun to lighten.

Since Yan Jing and the others hadn't slept all night, Cong Ye first asked the bandits to clean up the two rooms and arranged for Yan Jing to sleep before he sat down and carefully asked the bandits in front of him.

It sounds like it sounds, it's just that the people who were forced to be helpless in the nearby mountain villages first hid here to avoid the government to catch the strong men, and after gathering a certain number of people, in order to survive, they had to rob homes and houses everywhere, and gradually formed a force. As soldiers deserted from the front line and returned to join in, the number eventually grew to about 60.

The bald man, because he had a lot of strength and a ruthless heart, was pushed by everyone to be the boss.

When the bandits begged Cong Ye to stay and be the boss, Cong Ye neither agreed nor refused, he just offered to see how much wealth they had accumulated.

When Congye was led to the warehouse where the bandits stored food and goods, they found a tungsten stone slightly larger than an adult's fist in a very inconspicuous corner.

Walked over and picked it up casually, and asked the bald man next to him:

"Where did this thing come from?"

"Master, I got it by accident when I robbed a passing official more than a year ago."

Seeing that Congye couldn't look at anything else, but paid attention to this heavy and black stone, the bald man couldn't help but have more eyes. While carefully observing Cong Ye's expression, he asked tentatively:

"Master, at that time, the official was also carefully wrapped in a piece of red ling, and I was very puzzled, so I brought it up the mountain. It's just that no matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary stone, just a little darker and a little heavier. ”

"Haven't you heard that the Tungsten Kingdom is at war with the Black Mountain Kingdom for a stone?"

Cong Ye was not worried about telling them the truth.

"I've heard of it, but, sir, is it this stone?"

The bald man was very surprised.

"Of course not, that piece is regarded as a treasure in the palace, and this is just a smaller tungsten stone."

However, legend has it that the tungsten stone in the palace can predict weather changes and natural disasters. After this stone was brought up, although we didn't pay much attention to it, we never saw any warning about it. ”

"Oh?"

When Cong Ye heard the bald man's words, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Am I wrong?

At this moment, a small flame that had been silent for a long time burst out again. Suddenly, the entire warehouse was illuminated as if it were daylight.

Thinking of the scorching heat in the stone cave in the south mountain of the embroidery city, Cong Ye hurriedly ran towards the outside of the warehouse with tungsten stone, until he came to an open place, and then casually let go of the tungsten stone that had been wrapped in small flames.

The bald man and the bandits had long been stunned by the scene in front of them, and stood quietly behind the bush leaves, staring at the black stone that was slowly turning into juice with wide eyes.

When a purple-red object appeared suddenly like a pot with no feet, the bald man's mouth was open enough to put his fist down.

Before it was finished, the little sapling also flashed out again, still like planted in a purple-red object that looked like a pot and a ding, and then there were two yin and yang fish like light and shadow, one black and one white.

What Cong Ye didn't expect was that as the tungsten stone, which was slightly larger than an adult's fist, melted and went deep into it again, the purple-red thing like a pot and a tripod didn't change except for getting a little bigger and a little redder in color.

On the contrary, the small saplings grew a little more, especially the two buds that had just emerged, which obviously grew a little longer.

As the tungsten stone disappeared, the small flames, the small saplings, the tripod-shaped objects, and the two yin and yang fish that kept swimming disappeared into the body of the bush leaf again, and the bald man simply knelt at the foot of the bush leaf.

"Master, master, is the master a god?"

I couldn't explain to them, but when the little flame appeared, the bald man and the other bandits didn't notice where it came from, but just now they watched a brain burrow into the clothes of the bush leaves.

There was always a feeling that his strength seemed to increase as things no longer looked like pots, and as small saplings grew.

For example, now, I only feel that the blood in my whole body is burning, and it seems that I am looking for an outlet, if I don't vent it, Cong Ye doesn't know if I will be suffocated.

didn't bother the sleeping Yan Jing and the other eleven girls, just now it seemed that they saw an iron rod in the warehouse, Cong Ye turned back, and when he reached out to hold it in his hand, he found that it was more than twice as heavy as the one in Embroidery City.

The bush leaves that returned to the open place, danced the iron rod in no order, picking, splitting, smashing, stabbing, pointing, sweeping, anyway, as long as it could vent the surging power in the body.

This made the bald man who insisted on accompanying Cong Ye with an injury subconsciously reached out and touched Guangguang's head. I thought, if this young master had this iron rod in his hand last night, where would he still have his life?

I saw that the place touched by the iron rod in Cong Ye's hand, whether it was the flat ground or the rocks, all turned into dust. And the iron rod, which weighed one hundred and seventy or eighty pounds and was close to two hundred pounds, was as light as a child's thing in Cong Ye's hands.

The dull sound outside naturally woke up Yan Jing and the others, and they hurriedly dressed up and ran out one by one, only to find that they were picking up a clump of leaves with an iron rod to vent, and their faces were all red.

"Husband?"

Yan Jing knew that the best way was to use their bodies to let Cong Ye vent.

However, Cong Ye seemed to be determined to find another outlet, ignoring Yan Jing's concerned cry, and still kept dancing the heavy iron rod.

"Sir!"

The others, such as Mei Lan Zhuju, Zeng Jing and Miao Li, the seven girls who had followed Cong Ye the longest, also understood what was going on, so they shouted in unison.

Cong Ye was still indifferent, still desperately dancing the iron rod in his hand.

At this moment, the bald man seemed to remember something, and hurriedly turned back to his lodgings, and soon ran out with a pamphlet in his hand, shouting loudly:

"Master, the secret of the stick method, the secret of the stick method."

This time, Cong Ye stopped, and he also knew that if he could have a set of stick routines, dancing should be able to better help vent the restlessness in his body.