"Bright Moon!"

"What did you say?"

"Ming... Month! ”

"Say it again! I seem to be deaf!! ”

"Mingyue, you've shocked your ears, it'll be fine in a while!"

"Oh, you just called my name, didn't you?"

Next to the 'fire pit', Lan Li wiped the soil on his face, and looked at the breeze in front of him, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

He's a traverser! Or from the social system of industrial perfection to the ancient times before the start of industry!

The result? It was actually made by the ancients to get out of the earthen explosive bag?

Is there anything worse in the world than this?

God's special thunder!!

found that he really couldn't hear the sound clearly, Lan Li's heart was also discouraged, at this time, he didn't even think about going to Wu Kaishan for revenge, he just squatted on the ground and picked out his ears vigorously, hoping that his ears still had the possibility of 'rescuing'.

To hell with all the peerless magic and rare treasures!

If anyone can make his ears hear, Lan Li promises that he can set up a golden body for the other person and make offerings like a saint......

Seeing that Lan Li was suddenly decadent, Qingfeng, who had just gotten up from the ground, hurriedly ran to Zhuo Yihang's side: "Senior brother, this ...... Look at Mingyue, is his ears really deaf. ”

When he said this, Qingfeng was also a little weak-hearted.

His own ancestor Zhang Zhenren's 'Alchemy Pill' fryer is not once or twice, and Qingfeng still understands the sequelae of using the thunderbolt to some extent, but now he is completely concerned and chaotic.

"Mingyue is fine, it's just too close just now, just rest for a while."

Zhuo Yihang glanced at Lan Li, and saw that his ears were not bleeding, so he comforted Qingfeng.

Then Zhuo Yihang carried his eight-sided Han sword and walked towards the location of the trap.

Boom thunder, a subsidiary product produced by Wudang patriarch Zhang Zhenren when he was alchemizing.

Well, at least in the door, that's how it goes.

In fact, Zhuo Yihang knew in his heart that the gunpowder that made the thunder had been armed in the army as early as the Northern Song Dynasty, and his own ancestors had made up the 'by-product' of the thunder, which was just a name to come up with something to defend themselves for their junior disciples.

After a few steps to the still bubbling trap, Zhuo Yihang looked down and saw the black bear curled up in a corner under the big pit, lying there motionless, with flames burning on his body.

"I took a thunderbolt, and this beast doesn't know if it's dead."

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that the fire under the pit was completely extinguished, Zhuo Yihang nodded to the three junior disciples who were pulling the fish scale net on the side, and then lifted the corner of the fishing net and jumped down by himself.

Even if he didn't die, the black bear was half-crippled, and he, the senior brother of Wudang, would naturally be able to lead by example at this time, go down and take a look!

Zhuo Yihang went down the fire pit, and when the three people guarding the fishing net saw this, they also withdrew the fishing net made of cold silk in their hands, and stood next to the pit to press Zhuo Yihang.

"Big brother, is there no problem?" Fang Yue asked.

No one paid any attention to him.

Lan Li was temporarily deaf, and the three of them were closer, so naturally they were even worse than Lan Li!

Ten seconds later, Fang Yue scolded Wu Kaishan beside him and cursed: "You bastard!" ”

Wu Kaishan: "??? “

"What do you say? Be louder! I can't hear you! ”

Seeing this, Fang Yue put his hands in front of his mouth and pretended to be a trumpet: "I, say, you, yes, king, eight, egg!" ”

When Wu Kaishan heard this, he nodded happily: "You don't need to invite me to dinner when you go back, just hide the old wine you hide in and share it with me!" ”

Fang Yue: "......"

The disciples who had just run over from behind: "......"

Senior Brother Wu can't be really deaf, right?

The disciples with intact ears looked strange, and they didn't know if they would trouble Senior Brother Fang after Senior Brother Wu's ears were healed later.

The white crane and they all ran to the side of the trap, and Lan Li's side, after Qingfeng comforted him a few words, and felt that his ears were slightly soothed, he also followed.

And then......

"Big brother, don't move! Leave me alone!! ”

The words fell, and Lan Li had already jumped down the edge of the trap to the pit.

Under the trap, Zhuo Yihang, who was about to solve the black bear with the Han sword in his hand, was stunned when he heard it, and then saw Lan Li 'rolling' from the trap.

It's really a tumbling!

The two-zhang high trap, more than seven meters, caught up and jumped down from three floors!

If it weren't for the fact that they didn't dig this trap rigorously enough, and there were still a few places to borrow strength, I am afraid that this jump would have broken Lan Li's jump......

Seeing his junior brother jumping down as if he was dying, the corners of Zhuo Yihang's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times: "Mingyue, who are you?" ”

"Ah, senior brother, you see that because of this black bear, my ears are deaf, if I don't kill him with my own hands, I will not be reconciled!"

Lan Li didn't hear what Zhuo Yihang said, it was just an excuse he thought of temporarily when he saw Zhuo Yihang's actions!

As for why?

In Lan Li's perspective, the black bear's head is displayed with such handwriting.

......

【Black Bear Spirit 1 Skeleton (NDE)】

......

Skull-level black bear spirit! I don't know how much combat power is higher than him! Still near-death!

The experience of delivering it to the door, if Lan Li doesn't grab it, he can regret it for the rest of his life!!

As for Zhuo Yihang, will he have any opinions on this?

Try it first!

......

......

Facts have proved that Zhuo Yihang has no opinion on Lan Li's desire to snatch people's heads, hearing that Lan Li wants to slaughter the black bear with his own hands, Zhuo Yihang just smiled and handed over the eight-sided Han sword in his hand after determining that the black bear spirit had no ability to resist:

"Senior Brother Mingyue, be careful, this sword is not light."

Well, this is equivalent to saying it in vain, Lan Li couldn't hear it at all, and when he saw Zhuo Yihang handing over the sword, he also wanted to take it with one hand.

Bang.

One didn't hold it, and the eight-sided Han sword fell directly to the ground.

Above the pit, the Taoist children who saw this scene couldn't help laughing.

And beside Lan Li, Zhuo Yihang was also dumbfounded.

was a little embarrassed to be laughed at by everyone, Lan Li was also very helpless in his heart, there was no way, his body bones hadn't grown yet, everyone was a child, and it was right to be teased.

"That, small hands, I didn't hold it."

With an explanation, Lan Li shook the hilt of the sword again.

This time he lifted the Han sword with both hands.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, Lan Li lifted it up, and he had a feeling for Zhuo Yihang's hand strength in his heart.

I don't know what material this sword is made of, although it looks similar to the model sword he put at home in the previous life, but the weight is far exceeded.

"I'm afraid it's not twenty pounds......"

After muttering a sentence, Lan Li's eyes lit up and he picked up the Han sword.

That's right! It's just picking up!

With the strength of the sledgehammer, he smashed the big sword towards the head of the black bear spirit!

Bang.

The next second.

Bloodstained!