In the days that followed, Zhongli became busy, not only preparing materials for entering the grassland, but also consulting various documents to accurately and accurately determine the general orientation of the black mine cave.

Liuhuo always had a very stable feeling in the face of Zhongli, feeling that everything would be fine with his help. The reassuring fire turned leisurely in Wengang City.

Wengang City is a city that relies entirely on the nautical industry. The people of Shanyin themselves are good at business, and the adventure genes flowing in their veins stimulate them to bravely explore the sea, and it is with the efforts of generation after generation that the people of Shanyin have actually explored three golden waterways in the endless sea, one can go around to the south, bypassing the East Leaving Country, the Black Forest and Yongyang Mountain, and directly connecting to the south of the Chu State. The other two lead to two large islands overseas, Penglai and Tien Shan.

The secret of the channel is the key to the wealth of the people of San'in, and as long as the people of San'in always have these three keys, the people of San'in are not afraid of any danger.

Liuhuo admired the dazzling array of exotic goods in Wengang City, watched countless foreign merchants with strange accents, tasted strange food from all over the world, and politely rejected the hot and unrestrained alien girls.

At this moment, Liuhuo regained the playful nature of the teenager a little bit, and unconsciously there was a pair of cold and fiery eyes behind the crowd quietly paying attention to him.

In an unknown corner of the vast grassland, a lone tent was propped up by the river. Outside the tent a campfire had been lit, and a few red-scaled horses roamed outside the tent, searching for the freshest pasture in the meadow.

It was getting dark, and the figures of the two men by the fire were stretched long.

"Hearing you say that, the flowing fire has already set off for Shanyin?" spoke a middle-aged man with a very bookish atmosphere.

"He's already coming north, and it's not clear when he'll arrive—" spoke a large man dressed in black, his sword lying flat on his lap.

"Yes, yes, you are worthy of being the leader of the shadow army, I didn't expect you to even find out Lao Liu's information," the middle-aged man said.

"Everything is cultivated by adults, and now according to my analysis, there is a good chance that Liuhuo is the person that adults are looking for, don't adults really want to recognize each other?" asked the man in black.

"The time has not come, and now it is counterproductive to recognize each other"

The middle-aged man looked south and whispered, "We don't have much time. We must cherish every moment to make ourselves stronger. Only when I'm strong can I live a good life in the future..."

"Then what now? Those dog noses under the Senate have already sniffed out the strange appearance of the black mine hole, if they touch it, what will happen to the treasure we have accumulated over the years?"

"Let's start the transfer, the materials and the magic tools are the focus. Don't evacuate the personnel first, wait, wait..."

Within a few days of Flowing Fire's happy life in Wengang, Zhongli informed him that everything was ready and that he would leave tomorrow.

"Big brother, don't you have to ask the lord of the country for advice?"

Zhongli smiled after hearing this, and said, "No need to ask for instructions, he already knows my every move, in his eyes, as long as I don't get too close to the army, I can do anything..."

When I first saw the flowing fire of the grassland, my heart was very shocked. The endless grassland is in the middle of summer, and some of the flourishing weeds are actually half a person high, walking in such a sea of grass, riding a horse has a feeling of driving a boat, floating, floating, floating.

Sometimes, the two would camp by a creek or lake. The bonfire jumped and emitted light, reflected by the water waves, and dotted with stars.

The stars above their heads were so bright that they were like a brocade quilt studded with precious stones, covering the heavens and the earth.

Sometimes, the two would encounter scattered herders. Those eyes that were a little wary at first became gentle and shy in front of the gifts given by the two.

A handful of snow-white salt can be exchanged for the exclamation of a small tribe collective, not to mention that the distinguished guest actually gave the tribe a bag of precious spices.

The shepherd's long tune began to be sung, and the blazing bonfire was lit. The roast lamb on the fire was ticking with grease and splashing sparks.

Bags of mare's milk wine were brought out, and the unstoppable flow of fire could only be poured bowl after bowl.

When Liuhuo got into the tent drunk, he hurriedly came out again, and his face was red and dripping blood. It turned out that there was a big girl in the tent.

The flowing fire can hold such a warm and unrestrained girl, and the embarrassed expression makes everyone laugh.

The bustle on the grassland is always temporary, and more time is for Zhongli and Liuhuo to move forward alone.

In Zhongli's mouth, Liuhuo knew that the grassland people were not all bad people, and those who had ambitions for the south were just those big tribes, and many tribes in the more northern part had never even been to the Central Plains, and they were still very friendly to strangers.

Flowing Fire is more and more fond of the grassland, Flowing Fire has never seen such a vast world, endless and endless. Liuhuo even had a faint feeling in his heart, which was an indescribable feeling.

An incomparably mysterious feeling arose in the bottom of his heart, as if his heart was torn apart by this vast world.

Zhongli also became more and more fond of flowing fire. Zhongli followed his master when he was young, and he also met the Awakened. The relentlessness of those proud awakened to mortals made Zhongli remember for the rest of his life.

When Zhongli saw Flowing Fire in the tavern, with his Great Sword Master's perception, he vaguely felt that Flowing Fire might be an awakened person. It was then that a strong urge to fight him swayed him.

Impulsiveness caused Zhongli to throw that punch, and impulsiveness also made him suffer. It is not so much that a few days after the tavern, Zhongli is preparing supplies to enter the grassland, but rather that Zhongli is cultivating his aching arm.

Although the magic moves shown by Flowing Fire during the fight are already surprising. But the flowing fire on the grassland made Zhongli feel the strength of the Awakened even more.

With the flowing fire, the flint is no longer useful. The flames will burn out of thin air in his hands.

With the flow of fire, some impassable rivers became flattened. In the middle of summer, an ice bridge can be frozen.

With a flowing fire, the insect repellent ointment on the body should be thrown away. Because no bugs can get close to them.

Even the war horse that he had raised for many years had no reason to get close to Liuhuo, which made Zhongli a little jealous.

The journey proceeded little by little in the cranky thoughts of the two, until they came across a strange caravan.

The caravan is indeed a bit quirky. More than a dozen two-horse carts loaded with goods were parked in a mess on the grassland. In addition, there are dozens of horses, carrying goods around aimlessly.

The people of this caravan were like drunk. Some stumbled on the ground, some leaned against the carriage and muttered to themselves, some looked left and right and giggled.

The flowing fire was the first to feel the danger, and the grassland was covered with a kind of wood poison vitality, which was a kind of wood vitality, using the paralyzing effect of the vitality itself to attack people's brains, which made people demented like drunkenness at light, and directly made people crazy in serious cases.

Flowing Fire waved his hands lightly, unfolding his divine sense, trying to collect these wood poison vitality, but found that his divine consciousness could not completely control these vitality.

"Big brother, it seems that someone here is manipulating the vitality to attack these merchants. You get these merchants together to prevent them from getting hurt any longer, I'll go find out..."After saying that, he waved his hand to form a light film on Zhongli's body, and then dismounted and ran forward.

As he ran, he slowly felt the change in his vitality. Flowing Fire knew that the place where the vitality was densest must be the hiding place of the attacker.

Soon the fire locked onto its target, in the dense grass to the northwest.

As the drift fire rushed towards the target, a short man in the grass made a strange voice, "Hey, someone actually saw through it?"

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly flames rose in the dense grass, and thick smoke billowed from it.

The short man was caught off guard by the attack of the fire, and hurriedly put an ice shield on himself and jumped out of the grass. The short man held a short wooden staff, pointed at the flowing fire, and said, "Who are you, why are you attacking me?"

"I should ask, who are you, and why are you attacking these merchants?" asked Driftfire.

When the short man heard this, he smiled and said, "I thought you were going to ask something, and things are not what you think..."

Only halfway through his words, the short man's face changed and he waved his wooden cane. Several demonic thorn vines suddenly burst out from the feet of the flowing fire, tightly wrapping the flowing fire's legs.

The dwarf man didn't give the Drift Fire any time to react, and with a flick of the wooden staff in his hand, several huge wooden thorns appeared out of thin air and shot towards the Drift Fire. It wasn't just the wooden thorns, and then the top of the wooden staff shone in a dark light, and a black cloud of smoke and dust rushed towards the flowing fire, and there was a dead air in the smoke and dust, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying.

"Hehe, my Cang's triple attack is not something that ordinary people can break..."The dwarf man was smug about his spell.

"Ghost thorn vine, haunt you. Giant wooden thorns, stab you to death. Finally, there is another ghost fog, and that is the three insurances..."

"I don't know what magic weapon this kid has..."

Just when Cang'er was muttering nonsense, his heart was complacent. The ghost mist suddenly shone brightly, and the wood thorns, ghost vines, and black mist all vanished under the intense strong light, turning into the source of vitality.

"Little Niangzi, you dare to stab me..."Flowing Fire was very angry. Although the ghost vine was conjured by the Yuan Qi, the pain caused by the barbs on it was real.

Flowing Fire is very angry, not only angry at the opponent's despicable sneak attack, but also ashamed of his own underestimated enemy.

However, it is understandable that Flowing Fire underestimated the enemy, because after all, this is the first time that Flowing Fire has confronted the Awakened Head-on, and the opponent's rich combat experience has made Flowing Fire suffer a dark loss.

The flowing fire hands shone brightly, breaking through the black mist and heading straight for Cang'er. While running, the fingers of the flowing fire kept changing their postures, and in an instant, thousands of ice picks shot at Cang'er.

At the same time as the icicle was fired, two walls of fire quickly pressed up from the left and right sides of Cang'er.

Just as Cang'er was a little surprised, the tremor under his feet made him hurriedly look down. Who knew that as soon as he lowered his head, a huge earth thorn broke out of the ground in front of him.

"My mother..."Cang'er fell to the ground, and without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and ran forward.

"My mother... How can he use all the light, water, fire, and earth spells..."

"Great mastery... Oh my mother... How did you provoke a big master..."

In the end, the flowing fire didn't catch up with Cang'er, and he really couldn't understand how such a small man could burst out at such a fast speed? As he ran, he swung his wooden staff backwards, and one after another muddy pools appeared behind his ass like laying eggs.

In the end, Liuhuo gave up the chase, looking at the figure in front of him who was running farther and farther, secretly angry.

"Great mastery? Why does he call me great master? What kind of brainless apprentice is this bullshit master taught, and I can't tell the difference between big master and small master?"