"Teacher Yang, are you alright?" Ling Qingfeng struggled to get up, although his body was still cramping, he was still more concerned about Teacher Yang's injury.

Yang Ying held the ground with a knife, covering the wound in her abdomen, and her eyes turned black for a while. The conversation with Guruba just now was just a hard support, and the situation was unclear, how dare she relax.

Practicing this trick of heaven and earth and longevity is the first time in his life that he has used it in actual combat. This move is obviously a sacrificial technique that will die with the enemy, although the angle of the blade has been as close to the gap in the internal organs as possible, and has not caused irreversible damage, but the size of this knife is still too large.

Excessive blood loss left Yang Ying with only one breath left, and she was able to hold on until all the living people fell to the ground, and it was already the will of the female god of war that was extremely resolute.

"No, it's fine!" After the female god of war said these two words in a voice as light as a mosquito, her body went weak and she fainted directly.

Ling Qingfeng was so frightened that he hurriedly rushed forward and hugged Teacher Yang's delicate body. As soon as the two touched their skin, he immediately felt that Mr. Yang's body was getting colder and colder, and the wound was still bleeding. If you don't treat it in time, I'm afraid that it won't last long and it will disappear.

Without saying a word, Ling Qingfeng held his breath and immediately established contact with the White Jade Queen.

"Queen bee, borrow some of your royal jelly to save people, and I'll take you away now!" Ling Qingfeng couldn't wait to pass the message.

"Buzz!" The attitude of the queen of the white jade bee is very friendly.

Ling Qingfeng laid Teacher Yang flat on the grass, and then pulled out his legs and ran towards the center of the sea of flowers.

Sure enough, there was no more obstruction along the way, and those flying white spirit jade bees received the consciousness of the queen bee and got out of the way.

Ling Qingfeng quickly approached the white boulder, gritted his teeth, and climbed up.

This time, Ling Qingfeng did not fall into the illusion realm again, but climbed to the middle of the white boulder in a few clicks.

A table-sized gap cracked in the middle of the white boulder, and dense white jade spirit bees crawled in and out of it.

A white jade-colored honeycomb the size of a millstone was exposed in front of Ling Qingfeng.

Reach out and uncover the hive, revealing the crystal royal jelly inside. Ling Qingfeng carefully took out a third of it, then stretched out his fingers and took out the fat white jade queen bee and held it in the palm of his hand.

"I'll take some of it, and leave the rest for your children and grandchildren." Let them come out after raising another swarm of bees, don't break the roots! Ling Qingfeng summoned the White Jade Bee Queen and said.

"Buzz!" The Queen of the White Jade Bee happily expressed her gratitude in Ling Qingfeng's sea of knowledge, and even the White Jade Spirit Bees around her had obviously changed from manic to much quieter.

With the white jade queen bee and the superb royal jelly, Ling Qingfeng trotted back to Teacher Yang in one step.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, she first poured more than half of this peerless tonic into Teacher Yang's mouth, and then applied the remaining half to her wound.

Ling Qingfeng has seen his father use royal jelly to treat people's injuries, this thing is very nutritious, contains extremely high energy, whether it is taken internally or externally, it is infinitely useful for muscle growth and blood. Of course, he also swallowed a mouthful to suppress the injury.

After dealing with Teacher Yang's wounds, Ling Qingfeng picked up his backpack among the flowers and put the white jade queen into it safely.

After everything was done, Ling Qingfeng hugged Teacher Yang, who was already asleep, sideways, and returned to the original path with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Although he had lived and died several times, Ling Qingfeng's heart was full of joy, and the harvest of this trip was extremely rich, just the white jade spirit queen in his backpack was an unimaginable asset.

As long as he thought that in the future, he could have the superb royal jelly brewed by the white jade spirit bee, he could eat it if he wanted to, he could refine it if he wanted to use it to refine medicine, and if he wanted to become fat, he would become fat, Ling Qingfeng was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Not to mention that in the future, when the queen of the white jade spirit bee gives birth to a new white jade spirit bee colony, then he can control the white jade spirit bee group to fight, this is one of the top ten strange bees in ancient times, and even the earth-level master can be poked to death, and it feels so cool to think about it.

Before they knew it, the two of them were under a misty cliff.

Ling Qingfeng looked at Teacher Yang in his arms, she was sleeping soundly, the bleeding from the wound had stopped, and she looked stable.

"Your mother, there is only one rope and one basket, how can two people go up?" Ling Qingfeng looked at the big rattan basket in front of him, a little confused.

If Mr. Yang hadn't been injured, and the two of them had climbed up slowly, there would have been some hope, but now there is only one person, and he is still injured, can he shout for help!

Just when Ling Qingfeng was stunned, a person suddenly sat up straight in the rattan basket, startling him.

The person hiding inside was the Russian white bear Chekhov, and the old man grinned at the young man, stretched out his thumb and said, "You're the only one left?" They shouldn't be able to come back! You're capable, lad! The pretty girl was also rescued by you! Ha ha! Awesome, awesome! ”

Ling Qingfeng's ears were buzzing with his loud voice, but countless thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

"This guy doesn't know what he thinks, although he looks smiling, but who knows what he's going to do next! These so-called masters are all perverts, one second they praise you for what you can do, and the next second they turn their faces and kill people, it's too normal. ”

Ling Qingfeng glanced down at Teacher Yang who was sleeping, looked up at Chekhov and laughed, "Yes! I also felt that I was very powerful, and I fell asleep on the big rock, and when I woke up, it seemed that my strength had increased a lot, and a few of them jumped up and down in front of me, and said something nasty, and when I was not happy, I blew them all up! What are you calling so loud for? Believe it or not, I you too? ”

"Really? Admire, admire! I can't imagine that little brother, you will become a fairy after a sleep! We have an old Russian proverb that before pouring a bottle of vodka into the stomach, who knows what kind of goods he is! Ha ha! Hahaha! ”

Hearing this old man's strange laughter, Ling Qingfeng's heart tightened, knowing that he couldn't be frightened by words alone, and he secretly said that it was bad.

Sure enough, Chekhov stood up completely from the rattan basket, and except for one arm, which was bloody and could not be lifted, the rest of his body was intact. As long as he can exert one-tenth of his combat power, pinching Ling Qingfeng to death is like playing.

"Come on! Brat! Let me see what great power you've gained from the Dao Stone! Chekhov sneered, he didn't believe that the boy really got the power.

Just looking at the opponent's vague footsteps, he knew that there was nothing to expect, and what made Chekhov more confident was that looking at Ling Qingfeng's state of holding Teacher Yang, he knew that this kid was talking at all!

Even if someone in this world is lucky enough to get strength after a good night's sleep, in such a short period of time, it is impossible for him to quickly get used to such a huge amount of power, let alone be able to hold a woman. If this kid really gains the power to blow up Amakusa and the others, I'm afraid that he will turn that woman into scum with a light hug.

"Wait, wait! There's a kind of wait for me to put her down, and we'll have a good fight! Ling Qingfeng was forced to a dead end, knowing that he couldn't beat this old man, so he could only take one step at a time.

Chekhov sneered, and simply stopped to see what tricks this young man could play! Even if he pulled out a gun, he couldn't have hit himself.

Ling Qingfeng gently put Teacher Yang on the grass, and then untied the backpack on his back and put it aside. Then he forced a smile, rubbed his fists, and said stubbornly: "Come!" Come! Come! See if you don't blow your head off! ”

When death is on the verge of death, he is still pretending! Although he knew that it was a delaying tactic, even Chekhov admired the courage and thickness of this young man's skin.

"Wait a minute, do we have to fight?" Ling Qingfeng suddenly shouted.

Chekhov frowned and looked coldly at his next move.

Ling Qingfeng was in a hurry, and simply started talking nonsense, "Anyway, it's no good to fight with you!" Let's make peace! I know what you want! You want to know what's going on over there, right? You don't have to ask, you can guess, you want to know what I'm getting, right? It's simple, you said it earlier! Actually, you don't have to pretend to be so evil, I'll tell you everything! But can you tell me something first? How are we going to get up later? ”

Chekhov's heart moved slightly when he heard this, this kid's ability to perceive people's hearts is really a little bit, since he plans to tell all the secrets, it saves Lao Tzu a lot of effort, and when he finishes speaking, it is not too late to slap him to death with one palm!

"Tell me about it! What happened next? If you lie to me, I'll let you know what hell is like! Chekhov asked with a foxy smile.

Ling Qingfeng quietly took half a step forward, shook his head and said, "I never lie!" But you answered my question first, and I'm in trouble! How are we going to get up later? ”

"It's simple, the Vietnamese have installed a zipline device on it, and when you come in the rattan basket, you just pull the noose, and the device on it can be pulled up! Say it quickly, don't waste your time! What happened next? Chekhov sneered.

Ling Qingfeng thought to himself, this old man has a lot of ghosts, he is hiding in the rattan basket alone, there is a good chance that he is the one who wants to sneak attack back, but he knows that it is Lao Tzu, he probably looks down on Lao Tzu's skills, so he is willing to take the initiative to show up!

"What happened next! You can't imagine it! The old Japanese man cut the old monk's head with a knife, and then jumped on the big rock himself. Then he went crazy and cut his hand again, saying that he was invincible in the world! Then the others got up from the ground and banged with him, and the bees flew around and stinged people! ”

"Nonsense! Who are those people? How can they get up and get their hands dirty? Chekhov immediately asked the key point, and although his heart throbbed a little during the question, he still hoped to get an answer from the young man's mouth.

Ling Qingfeng moved half a step forward again, and replied pretending to be relaxed: "It's the people who came with you!" They were stung by the bees, they became like stones, and then they all started moving again. Oh, the way they spoke became weird, as if, as if everybody's voice was the same, similar to that of an old monk, what a strange! ”

"What? You say they're all there? Chekhov thought of a certain possibility, and couldn't help but swallow wildly, his heart stirring.

Ling Qingfeng's words are seven or eight points true, three or four points false, and the truth and falsehood are mixed together, which makes people think clearly and have even greater doubts.

Chekhov asked sharply: "And then?" ”

"And then I slipped away! Do you want to stand there and wait to die! Ling Qingfeng gritted his teeth and replied as he suddenly took a big step forward.

Chekhov was shocked, realizing that the young man was too close to him, and roared angrily: "You want to die!" ”

The big white bear stretched out his right arm and slapped it on the top of Ling Qingfeng's head with a palm.

The strength of his palm is only stronger than that of a real bear. If he slapped it with one palm, I am afraid that even my head and neck will be broken.

Ling Qingfeng didn't avoid it, stepped forward, got up with one leg, and teased the big white bear's lower abdomen.

I have just swallowed a piece of the best royal jelly, and while the heat has not dissipated, my strength should be several times greater than usual! It was with this unexpected change that Ling Qingfeng made a desperate bet and fought hard.

This leg concentrated all of Ling Qingfeng's strength, and he didn't know if he could take down the other party, he only knew that he had done his best to squeeze out the last bit of resources around him. If you can't defeat the other party in this way, then admit it!

Bang! The big white bear twisted his body slightly and ate Ling Qingfeng's kick raw with the outer thigh.

Although the leg hurt Chekhov, it was far from knocking him out.

Rumble! Ling Qingfeng's whole person was like a kite with a broken string, flying out upside down.

He was slapped by a big white bear on the shoulder, and the pain was so painful that he didn't even have the strength to scream.

Chekhov strode forward, stomped on Ling Qingfeng's chest with a kick, and said angrily, "Fuck! How dare a puppy scare me? Die! ”

Ling Qingfeng spurted blood from his mouth, and still struggled to reach out his hand to wrench the other party's ankle, at this time, he was dizzy, his limbs were weak, his eyes were full of stars, and even his breathing became extremely difficult, no matter what kind of violent ape bone breaking hand he had, it didn't work.

Ling Qingfeng's consciousness couldn't help but blur for a while, he was very unwilling to think, am I going to die? Is this the end of my life? Teacher Yang is still over there! The queen bee is still waiting for me to take it out! No way! No, I can't!

Ling Qingfeng opened his eyes with the last bit of strength, but at this moment, a strange scene appeared in his eyes.

A fist-sized dark golden bee silently stopped above Chekhov's head, slowly extending its cold, sharp tail thorn.

Scold! The big white bear Chekhov's movements stopped abruptly, and the big foot that stepped on Ling Qingfeng's chest seemed to have lost its strength and became soft all of a sudden.

Ling Qingfeng's consciousness was blurred again, and only the appearance of the dark golden bee was left in his mind! "What is it? What kind of bee is that? Parasitoids? How can it be that big? The lack of oxygen caused Ling Qingfeng's mind to boom, and he couldn't think clearly.

In the real world, Chekhov's massive body crashed and fell to the ground, turning into a real corpse.

This Russian master, who is rough on the outside and secretive on the inside, finally did not escape the fate of dying under the cliff! Could it really be that this is a forbidden area for life? Or is there some unknown force at work, maintaining the mystery and balance of the forbidden zone?

The dark golden bee flashed away and disappeared without a trace, and someone far away in Hu Lingzhuang couldn't help but roll over while sleeping on the bed, and let out a louder snoring sound than before. (To be continued.) )