Chapter 165

Stone Ping

At this time, the sky became darker and darker, and the thick dark clouds completely obscured the sky, and the sea and the island were pressed heavily

The reflection of the heavy sky in the sea water was not as black as ink as common sense, but gradually became transparent, and even revealed some colorful blurred halos. It is as if there is an old clam with 10,000 years of cultivation under the sea, opening its shell and spitting out pearls, letting the divine pearl that gathers the essence of the sun and the moon illuminate the thousands of miles of sea frontier......

There is no such bright pearl in this world, and at this moment, the vision of the sea water falls in the eyes of the old sea wolf, which represents another meaning: disaster.

The more terrible the storm surge, the more beautiful the signs from the sea.

People on the sea believe that this beautiful light and magnificent scene is a gift from the Dragon Lord to those who are sailing on the waves and are about to die in the belly of the fish, the beautiful scenery before death.

The storm is coming, and the air is filled with restlessness. Yan Ding noticed the abnormality of the skyscape, but he did not stop, and practiced to his level, as long as his feet stepped on the ground, no matter how big the wind and rain were, he would not put it in his eyes, so he felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to get close to the natives and win favor...... When hurricanes and thunderstorms hit, I don't know how many giant trees will be uprooted, and the natives will be in danger and it will be difficult to escape.

If everything goes well, when the rain passes, he will become a benefactor and friend of the natives, Yanding thought.

But a little unexpectedly, this dense forest is far less vast than it looks from the front, and after running with the natives for a while, the swallow top suddenly emptiness in front of them, and they have passed through the forest and are in a huge stone lawn.

The square circle of more than ten miles of bluestone ping, pure natural formation, so it is very untidy, the foot is full of potholes, a stone purlin is horizontal, ordinary people will be tripped and fell to the ground if they don't pay attention to it, there are huge stones in the depths of the stone ping, the big one is twenty zhang away, comparable to a small hill, and the small one has to have the height of a two-story pavilion.

The blue-gray boulders are scattered on the stone lawn, not an inch of grass grows, the edges and corners are hideous and the shape is distorted, such a peculiar landscape is difficult to find in the world, anyone who suddenly breaks into it, will also sigh from the heart: the magic of creation.

The terrain is peculiar, Hua Xiaofei said with a smile: "Good guy, there are people on the stones, this place is no better than sniping the enemy." ”

As he said, there are people hidden on the boulders, and there are natives poking their brains on them.

In the distance, at the end of the stone lawn, the simple dwellings made of grass and trees were connected, and it was obvious that they had chased them to the native's lair.

The red-faced chief led them into such a place, which was a little suspicious, but the natives' nest was behind the stone ping, and it was logical that the natives were very good at finding a place to build a nest, and chose a dangerous place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack as a natural barrier.

When he arrived at the door of the house, Yanding slowed down, but did not stop, walking side by side with Hua Xiaofei on the stone floor, the two brothers did not hide their figures, they were relaxed from their movements to their eyes, trying not to put pressure on each other.

The wind is blowing, coming from the west, full of salty seawater, blowing on the body not only does not have the slightest coolness, but makes people feel damp and uncomfortable.

People are in the wind, and their clothes are hunting.

The red-faced chief ran to the center of the stone flat with his men in one breath, and climbed the tallest boulder with his hands and feet, before taking up his footsteps, turning and glaring at the two intruders, and at the same time let out a series of strange screams from his mouth. With the order, the natives who were lying in ambush on the boulders all appeared, holding stones of various sizes in their hands, but they did not smash them down, but only grinned and intimidated the incoming people.

Yan Ding and Hua Xiaofei allowed themselves to be exposed to the attacks of the natives in the heights. I ran twenty or thirty miles all the way, and with the eyesight of the two masters, I had already seen the strength of the other party clearly, and the natives on the island were also nimble in their legs and feet, and in terms of strength alone, they were not as good as the young farmers of Dayan, and they had no combat power at all.

As for the condescending 'ambushes' on the top of the boulder, they were even more of a joke in the eyes of the two. There were dozens of huge rocks scattered on the stone lawn, but the only ones that could really pose a threat to the two of them were always the four or five near them, and the others were too far away, and there was no way to throw the stones around the two of them with the strength of the natives.

It is important to know that the situation at this moment is different from storming a city and attacking a mountain, and a person standing on a high place can pry or push down a thousand boulders to smash the enemy. The national teacher and Hua Xiaofei will not be stupid enough to stand upright at the bottom of the rock, because the natives want to attack, they have to pick up the stone first, and then aim at the two and throw it out, this way, the stone that the natives can smash down will not be too heavy, and the frequency is limited, whether the Yanding brothers are dodging or retreating or even rushing to the top of the rock, it is very simple.

Completely ignoring the threat of large and small stones, the brothers walked to the place in front of the boulder where the red-faced chief was, and after holding a steady foothold, Hua Xiaofei spread his hands countless times, put on a posture that was not hostile to the natives above, and then repeatedly tested in Chinese, and really determined that the other party did not understand Chinese.

Hua Xiaofei clasped his hands together and made a gesture of 'shake hands and make friends', his face was full of smiles, and he cursed in his mouth: "Don't be embarrassed, stand so high and be careful to fall down and smash yourself into a meatloaf." ”

Yan Ding was amused by his brother: "What are you competing with the wild people, just envelop them and help us find things out." ”

Hua Xiaofei kept making gestures to the natives in his hand, and replied to Yan Ding: "The red-faced one is the most hateful, if you want to raise your head and talk to him, you should be killed." ”

"He is not sensible, although he is guilty, he will not die, you have to feel angry, when the matter is over, we will beat him together, and don't take his life." Yan Ding shook his head, paused for a moment, and then added with a smile: "When did your murderous intent become so heavy, like Jingtai." ”

Hua Xiaofei smiled: "I don't care, the main thing is that he is higher than you, I can't see it." If you say spare, you will forgive...... Anyway... If that was true, they wouldn't have lived long. ”

The two brothers talked in a low voice, and their hands were communicating with the natives, and the red-faced chieftain was a little tired from running all the way, so he squatted on the top of the rock and looked at the two of them impatiently.

Being treated as a monkey by a monkey-like guy, Hua Xiaofei was quite helpless, and gestured for a while, seeing that the native was still unmoved, and even ignored it, he simply stopped his gesture and turned his head to look at Yanding: "What should I do now?" ”

Yan Ding responded: "Wait a little longer, they will smash us." "The sky is sinking, the sea is stuffy, the wind is rising, and even Yanding knows that a great storm is coming, not to mention the natives who have lived on the island for generations? It won't be long before the hurricane takes shape and waves crashes against the island, and then the earth shakes and the natives can't stay any longer on top of the boulder, so they have to chase away the enemy before the storm comes, so that they can come down from the rocks to escape the storm.

Sure enough, before Yan Ding finished speaking, the red-faced chief lost his patience, and his hideous face once again let out a string of strange words, and issued an attack order, and the natives on the extremely fast boulder nearby responded in unison, and without any politeness, he picked up the stones that had been prepared a long time ago, and smashed them hard at the two people on the stone lawn.

For Hua Xiaofei, even if he was smashed, it was more interesting than vain gestures, and he laughed loudly and spread his skills, knocking all the stones that fell nearby. When the cultivation is used to transfer luck and internal strength is infused into the whole body, Hua Xiaofei's skin, flesh, muscles and bones are as strong as steel and gold, even ordinary swords are difficult to hurt him in the slightest, and the stones thrown down by the natives are no more than the size of a casserole, and the momentum is sparse and sparse, so how can he be a threat at all.

Maybe it's because he's been depressed for a long time, Hua Xiaofei isn't even satisfied with just opening the stones that fly towards him, even those stones that have lost their head and can't touch them at all, he also unfolded his body and rushed forward to punch them away.

The lion-like old man, with his hands and feet in the wind, the stones around him were broken or crumbled, and the majestic and majestic style shocked the natives, and they couldn't help but grow their mouths.

The red-faced chief screamed, urging the tribesmen not to slow down the attack, and it had to be said that the natives had prepared quite well in advance, and transported a large number of stones to the top of the boulder, which could not be finished for a while. But when the momentum is taken away, the strength will be weakened, and the stones thrown out will become crooked, and the strength and accuracy are not worth mentioning.

Hua Xiaofei alone is enough to block the attack of the natives, Yan Ding carried it with one hand, stood quietly in place with a smile in his eyes, and said to Hua Xiaofei: "Don't really be fierce, you will save people with me later." ”

Although Shiping is different from the dense forest, but the change of terrain has no impact on Yanding's previous thoughts, the stone can't run away from the strong enemy, the red-faced chief will not dare to come down from the boulder, and if he is trapped, when the storm comes, he will be in big trouble, Yanding will think about saving people at that time, so it is to repay grievances with virtue, and the natives can't help but be grateful to him.

The master of the Eastern Soil Buddha is free to control the mind. This storm is not in anyone's calculations, but it is a good time for Yanding.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, but the attack of the stones had no effect on the enemy, and the red-faced chief became more and more agitated, and jumped a few times on the boulder, but was almost blown down by the strong wind, and quickly crouched down again and stopped moving, and shouted vigorously in his mouth, but this time it was no longer a series of awkward words, but a single tone that was kept repeated.

Hua Xiaofei was able to resist and resist the flying stones, and when he heard the chief's shout, he still had the strength to ask Yan Ding: "Did he shout ...... Garlic? Is it garlic? ”

The national teacher nodded with a smile and joked with his brother: "It's 'garlic', and you may shout 'vinegar' later, and finally 'noodles', please have a hot meal of noodles." ”

The ears of the national teacher and Hua Xiaofei are exquisite, but in the roaring wind and the chaotic sound of falling stones, they can only hear the loud and strange screams of the natives, and they can't hear the whispers of the deliberately lowered voices on the boulder more than 20 zhang high...... Alihan asked the old Gu beside him softly, "What is the chief shouting?" ”

Gu Zhaojun is much more careful than the Uighurs, and after coming into contact with the natives these days, he knows more about the chief's accent: "Garlic is Song, umbrella is Su, and shouting garlic with a red face is beckoning Song Yang to do it." ”