"Convey my meaning, let's go back first!"

Just when Jing Chong was completely lost in thought. Mao Dahu had also adjusted his mood, and he quickly returned to the position of the master of the village, and his tone of voice was also newly majestic.

At this time, Mao Dahu sat down with a sigh of relief, waved his hand to signal Jing Chong to leave, and he closed his eyes alone and chose to meditate.

The calm in the side room was restored again, and Jing Chong slowly retreated with interest.

As soon as he arrived outside the atrium, Jing Chong was surrounded by two figures, one fat and one thin, staring at Jing Chong with expectant, seeking-like eyes, and his eager breathing shook his eardrums a little painful.

"Jing Chong, what's wrong, what is the master of the village looking for you?"

It was not Nie Haiyuan who spoke first, but the withered and thin Zou Cang, a pair of small eyes that were dripping up and down, and he grabbed Jing Chong's wrist as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"yes, what the hell is going on?

This Nie Haiyuan didn't speak, and as soon as he spoke, he didn't have good words, and the two of them came into his ears, and he suddenly ushered in Jing Chong's disdainful gaze.

"This is not a place to talk, let's go out and talk about it!"

After speaking, Jing Chong strode towards the gate, and just walked outside the door to usher in a group of envious eyes, I don't know what it means, the three young people of the ninth shed and the tenth team, now everywhere they go, it seems to be the focus, especially this time from the atrium of the master of the village, it is even more infinitely glorious.

It's a pity that Jing Chong doesn't think so, he is a little introverted, but he prefers obscurity and obscurity.

In order to avoid the eyes of the crowd, and he didn't know what was going on, Jing Chong turned around and walked towards the gate of the ninth shed.

"Hey, isn't this kid crazy? Why is he running out alone in the middle of the day?"

The faces of the two people who followed behind him were full of puzzlement, but when they thought of the scene where the master of the village mysteriously arranged for him to enter the side room just now, the two of them suddenly couldn't hold back their curiosity, and when they turned around, they also chose to follow them.

"I said handsome black guy, slow down, don't you know that your big brother Nie's fat aisle is struggling?"

While running, Nie Haiyuan didn't forget to shout loudly, and his shouting really played a little role, and soon stopped Jing Chong in a hurry.

I'll go, after a while, I've become a "black handsome guy" again, and I have to say that Nie Haiyuan's ability to give nicknames to others is very unusual. But at this time, Jing Chong didn't bother to reason with him, so he simply ignored it.

In fact, Jing Chong was not running aimlessly, he was looking for a secluded place, and this secluded place quickly appeared in his mind, which was the mysterious cave he had just discovered a few days ago.

The reason why he has such a mind is actually very simple, because it is relatively remote and few people go there, and in the huge Wolf Tooth Mountain Blood Knife Cottage, he only has such a place.

"Hurry up, there are a lot of people here, let's find a secluded place to talk about it!"

Although Jing Chong stopped, he still didn't reveal the meaning directly to the two, and while looking back, he kept urging for a while, and then walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

"This kid doesn't learn anything, just learn from the master of the village to build a foundation, you see that the two of us are pulled into the dense forest in broad daylight, do you want to use us for experiments!"

Nie Haiyuan really deserves to be a chatter, he walked all the way, and his mouth did not stop for a moment, even if he was as obscene as Zou Cang, he couldn't help frowning secretly, and couldn't stop scolding him.

But fortunately, when he finally arrived at his destination, Jing Chong had already stood there upright, and when he saw the two coming, he was full of words and smiles, and poured out the promise made to him by the master of the village just now.

Speaking of urgency, Jing Chong was ecstatic, and even pulled out the steel knife on his waist with feeling, and waved it indiscriminately in this empty and secluded place, what he couldn't hide was the urgency.

"Hey, is this true?"

Not caring at all about Jing Chong's almost gaffe-like actions, Nie Haiyuan and Zou Cang did not turn around from this extremely good news until a long time later, and the two looked at each other and asked each other like fools.

"Really, really?"

The discussion between the two people is not said for the time being, the speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, they do not know that the secret just now has already alarmed the people with ulterior motives who have been following closely behind.

He had been following him in the dark since he came out of the ninth shed gate, so every move of the three people, including what he said, was completely in this person's ears, and while he was constantly secretly amusing at what Mao Dahu had done, his eyes were still firmly on the steel knife that Jing Chong wielded.

"Sure enough, it's a good knife, even in this huge blood knife village, it can be regarded as a superior existence! But it's really a waste in the hands of this stinky boy who is not as good as bullshit, if it is given to my family's apricot, it must be of great help to his future cultivation!"

The greedy gaze, the obscene face, the person who occupies it secretly can't withstand a burst of calculations in his heart, and a touch of determination quickly emerges.

Jing Chong's knife continued to swing with his body, and the cold light on it became more and more abundant, although he himself did not have a martial arts background, nor did he have the help of decent moves, but even so, under that clumsy and frequent swing, the cold light that was full of light flashed a faint blood in an instant.

"Hey, it's the Sword of Flesh!"

A little familiar, the man hiding in the shadows couldn't help but sigh lightly.

"No, although this knife has a bit of blood, it is still very different from the real blood knife, where does it have the domineering spirit of the blood knife?

The color of greed was even stronger, and the person hidden in the shadows once again couldn't help but take a step forward, and he saw that he was close to Jing Chong.

"Brush!"

Seeing that the blade of the steel knife in Jing Chong's hand turned, he stabbed directly in the direction of the person, perhaps because the force was too strong, or perhaps because Jing Chong's own strength was insufficient, the knife that was originally tightly held in his hand suddenly came out of his hand, and turned into a bright ray of light in the void and flew up.

Such a change was really unexpected, especially the person who was hiding in the forest reflexively shrunk his neck and gasped, but when he slowly raised his head and saw the bright steel knife flying in the void, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Ha, God help me!"

Seeing this, a flash of ecstasy quickly flashed on the man's gloomy face, almost at the same time, but seeing that his figure was upward, he stretched out his palm and flipped his wrist in the void, and unfortunately, he held the steel knife in his hand.

"It's a good knife!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man looked around, and after seeing that there was no one else around, he flashed away along the path under his feet.

"My knife!"

On the clearing, due to being too involved in wielding, Jing Chongyi accidentally detached the steel knife from his hand, and while he was secretly laughing at his clumsiness, he was still waiting for the sound of the steel knife falling to the ground.

However, after waiting for such a long time, he never heard the sound of the knife falling, but saw the black shadow in the forest flashing, and there happened to be a person shuttling through it.

"Who is it?"

Leng Buding shouted at the dense forest, Jing Chong grabbed his figure and chased after him, and his abnormality immediately alarmed Nie Haiyuan and the others behind him.

"What's going on!"

Nie Haiyuan shouted, turned around and chased in the direction where Jing Chong had disappeared.

After stepping up their pace and running for more than three miles, the two of them found Jing Chong with a face full of pain in a chaotic stone forest.

"What's the matter, Jing Chong?" panting, Nie Haiyuan shook his huge head and came behind him, patting Jing Chong's shoulder with his hand, he was surprised to find that his solid body was trembling.

"He's gone!"

The inexplicable words came from Jing Chong's mouth, but the two people present were even more puzzled, but at this time, it seemed difficult to know what was going on from Jing Chong's mouth.

"Who? Who's gone?"

Nie Haiyuan was a little anxious, but no matter how he asked, Jing Chong's eyes were as dull as ever, staring at the depths of the stone forest, but seeing that his dark face was as cold as iron, his red eyes flashed for a moment, but a few tears dripped for no reason.

Seeing this, the two of them realized the seriousness of the matter, and the original happiness in their hearts was swept away, and they were completely blocked like Jing Chong.

It has to be said that Zou Cang was more careful, and he saw the changes in Jing Chong's body at a glance, especially when he saw his empty hands, he couldn't help frowning and blurted out, "Jing Chong's knife is gone!"

As soon as the words fell, Nie Haiyuan came back to his senses from his previous solemnity, and his fat face instantly became cloudy, "Could it be that someone lurked here just now?"

Nie Haiyuan deliberately raised his voice, in a vain attempt to wake up Jing Chong in grief, in fact, even he didn't expect that Jing Chong, who had lost the steel knife, would suddenly become like this, maybe he couldn't understand what that steel knife meant!

"Father's knife is gone, I'm sorry for you!"

After a long time, Jing Chong almost collapsed and knelt down in the passage outside the stone forest, and the hot tears could no longer be uncontrollably gushing from the corners of his eyes like a rain spring.