Night is getting dark.

In a rocky field in the West Mountain, a green smoke rose up.

Qin Ming raised the grill and roasted the meat of the burly lion.

"Okay?" asked the sword grass baby on the side, sitting on the side with her short legs spread, forty-seventh time.

"Not yet. Qin Ming replied forty-seventh times.

"It's so fragrant, master, it's so fragrant. ”

"Well, it's good, but it's not good. Qin Ming replied casually, spilling the various condiments he had concocted.

The aroma of the meat suddenly became more intense.

After cooking like this for another ten minutes, Qin Ming was satisfied and announced that he could eat it.

The milk baby suddenly cheered, and with drool, she reached out and grabbed a large piece of meat and bones and gnawed it.

What kind of sword grass is this, it's clearly an evil dragon with just teeth.

The half-sized belly was stuffed with beast meat heavier than him.

"Master, allow me to hunt those brain axes again tomorrow, Onishi. ”

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Qin Ming was half-lying, holding a sharp bone and picking his teeth, enjoying a rare leisure time after dinner.

This little thing is addicted to eating, and I want to find more ingredients.

"Can't you just talk about it at night? The baby fiddled with the bones piled up in front of her and whispered.

Qin Ming didn't hear it, narrowed his eyes, and entered the sword state of mind.

He now has to learn the way of the sword every day, even when he is out and about, and he knows that this is a great way for him to become stronger.

The next day, in the early morning, the air was a little humid.

There are still dew drops on the flowers and plants on the ground.

Qin Ming spent all night in the sword state of mind to comprehend the way of the sword, although this would consume spiritual power, but because the battle was basically solved by the sword grass during the day, his state was still intact, enough for him to cultivate uninterruptedly.

Every time he participates in enlightenment, he can have a new understanding of kendo.

Of course, not every understanding of kendo can make his sword style more powerful, it is a process of accumulation.

Just like solving a complex mathematical problem, there is often not only one formula to master.

Restraining his sword intent, Qin Ming broke away from the state of concentration.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the sword grass with a bored face was lying on the ground and tumbling.

He was responsible for Qin Ming's safety this night, but Qin Ming ignored him all night, which also made him quite bored.

Seeing Qin Ming wake up, he immediately stood up with a grunt.

"Master, let's go. ”

"Come on. Qin Ming said.

The little milk baby immediately grinned and jumped on Qin Ming's shoulder.

"Master, what are you going to eat today?"

"It depends on what spirits you'll encounter today. ”

......

Qin Ming walked, looking at the top of the mountain through the layers of jungle.

Before he knew it, he was not very far from the location of the summit.

"Huh?"

At this time, two corpses in the jungle caught his attention.

These were the corpses of two Terran monks, as if their blood had been drained, and their skin was shriveled down and shaped like dry bones.

What can be seen is their expressions before they die, their mouths wide open, full of horror and pain, and there is a feeling of death.

In fact, on this trip to the West Mountain, he had also seen dead monks along the way, but it was the first time he had seen such a way of dying.

"It's not like it was done by a spirit, it's more like it was killed by other monks using a secret method. Qin Ming observed the corpse and whispered to himself.

"Masters, I don't like the smell of them. The little milk baby sat on Qin Ming's shoulder, and when Qin Ming approached the corpse, he couldn't help but lean his neck back, covering his mouth and nose, his face full of disgust.

"Well, the residual aura is indeed very strange. Qin Ming said.

It was as if it had been soaked in the sewage of the drain for three days and three nights, and although it had not been long after it had died, it seemed as if it had been decomposing for months.

"Let's go, master. Sword Grass pulled Qin Ming's neck and urged.

After Qin Ming couldn't see any other clues, he got up and left.

Of course, before leaving, he also checked whether there was any money left on the corpses of the two monks, such as pill Yuan Jing and the like.

The results were disappointing, there was nothing on both bodies.

Half a day later, Qin Ming walked through a jungle, and the little milk baby's nose first shook, and then suddenly sat upright.

"Master, there is a strong aura coming towards us. ”

Qin Ming's eyebrows raised slightly, which made the sword grass speak with a strong aura, which showed that the other party was at least a monk in the late stage of the Judan Realm, and even the Divine Fire Realm.

You must know that the previous Nanshu Weng Peng, the little milk baby said that he was just a rookie, and he didn't look arrogant.

"But I didn't feel the killing intent in the other party. Jian Cao continued.

When Qin Ming heard this, he took the sword grass back into the spirit flag.

Immediately, the shape of the spirit banner was reduced to one inch and held in the palm of his hand.

If the situation is not good, he can summon the spirits inside to meet the enemy at any time.

After doing this, the bushes in front of him suddenly trembled violently, and even the mountain seemed to shake slightly.

The next moment, a familiar bright red python came out of it.

On the head of the python, it is a middle-aged uncle.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

The giant python stared at Qin Ming, a biting chill with a threatening look.

"Why are you?" the middle-aged uncle scratched his head and asked with some astonishment, as if he didn't expect that it would be Qin Ming standing here.

"Senior, meet again. Qin Ming greeted him quite politely.

This uncle who rides a snake, he has met once on Xishan Road, and the two have had a brief exchange.

At that time, the other party could see at a glance that Qin Ming had just come out of Yanhuo Purgatory, and he had forgotten to probe the other party's attribute interface.

Now that I saw it again, I no longer hesitated, and a probe was thrown over.

Name: Yuan Chang

Race: Terran

Age: 59

Cultivation: Divine Fire Realm

Information: Master the art of fire resistance, possess a fire spirit body, and hide a kind of strange fire.

Name: Lian

Spirit: Heart-burning python

Combat power score: Sixth-order upper grade

Growth potential: Seventh-order high-grade

Sure enough, this was a powerful cultivator of the Divine Fire Realm, more than one level higher than Qin Ming's cultivation.

And even his mount, the Great Python, is a sixth-order spirit of the upper grade.

It is worth mentioning that I don't know what secret method the other party used, which made the breath of him and the python extremely ordinary.

Even if Qin Ming was so close, if it weren't for the reminder of Jian Cao before, he really wouldn't have found that the person in front of him was a powerhouse of the Divine Fire Realm.

This is also one reason why he did not probe the other party when he passed by before.

At that time, like other passers-by, he regarded him as an ordinary monk and did not pay much attention to him.

Yuan Chang's gaze swept over Qin Ming's body, and then he quickly looked around.

"You're the only one here?" he asked after a moment.

"Yes, I should be the only one here. Qin Ming nodded and replied.

"It's strange, obviously I had sensed the existence of a powerful aura before, why did it suddenly disappear, and it was able to evade my perception......" The uncle muttered to himself in a low voice.