He coldly glanced at the middle-aged man who was drinking water not far away and observing the movements around him.

Meng Yang subconsciously swallowed his saliva, licked his chapped lips, looked at the water in the lake, and immediately bent over to drink.

Meng Yang, who drank the lake water after a few breaths, just looked up and saw that the two men and women actually took out a bamboo tube from their waists to salvage the lake water.

With a slight movement in his mind, Meng Yang couldn't help but look at a few bamboos in the woods behind him.

After a little silence, he immediately walked out of the bamboo forest as far as his eyes could see.

Most of the middle-aged attention was on this silver-haired young man who made him feel threatened.

Seeing that the other party stared at the man and woman opposite, he immediately turned around and walked towards the woods behind him, wondering, he couldn't help but look at the man and woman who were still scooping water, and it was only then that the middle-aged man found out what the young man with no sword scabbard on his waist was leaving.

Sooner or later, more and more people will appear in this lake, and I am afraid that there will be many powerful people occupying or even possessing it.

They are already mortals, and they are no longer monks who do not eat fireworks, and everything they do and think must be from the perspective of secular mortals.

And the man and woman obviously knew the importance of the lake, and prepared four or five arm-thick bamboo tubes in advance to hold the water.

At that time, this forest was controlled, and the bamboo tube was enough for them to support them for half a month.

Meng Yang, who was standing in front of a bamboo, noticed the middle-aged man walking in.

Glancing slightly, with a hint of warning in his eyes, he ignored this person.

At this moment, a bamboo in front of him was only two meters tall and his arm was thick, but Meng Yang didn't know what to do.

If this is placed before, just a slight movement of the mind, the bamboo will decompose on its own, forming the shape you want.

But at this moment, it is difficult, especially the storage ring The storage ring is gone, and there is not even a sharp tool on the body, how to make a bamboo tube that can hold water.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at Xiaohu, and found that the man and woman had left.

couldn't help but look at the middle-aged man in the distance, and just saw the middle-aged man looking at him with a hazy face.

Meng Yang sighed, slowly squatted down, and began to pull out the weeds under his feet.

After picking a stone that seemed to be handy among the stones, he glanced around as if he was looking for something.

The middle-aged man who didn't know why looked at Meng Yang holding a stone in his hand, and found one casually.

There was a strong look of seriousness in his eyes, and he watched Meng Yang's every move curiously.

I saw Meng Yang walk in front of a big stone and touch it, then turned over the big stone, revealing a frosted corner, and began to rub the small stone in his hand on it.

Meng Yang's actions suddenly made the middle-aged man in the distance feel like he had been enlightened, and he suddenly came to his senses.

Hurriedly looked down to find a relatively large stone, and also began to rub it.

I don't know how long it took, when Meng Yang stood up again, in addition to the sadness of the memory, there was also a trace of confidence in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the selected bamboo, began to cut a shallow circle, and then retreated, ran and kicked hard.

The bamboo, which was more than two meters high, immediately broke from Meng Yang's shallow incision.

According to this method, Meng Yang divided this bamboo, which had seven sections, into seven parts, and began to make bamboo tubes.

And the middle-aged man in the distance is also busy, but the bamboo he chooses is slightly larger, and it takes some time and effort.

When the third bamboo tube was just made, Meng Yang came to the lake early with seven bamboo tubes to scoop water.

Before leaving, Meng Yang didn't forget to take a few sips, and then his body did not enter the jungle.

Looking at the back that disappeared into the depths of the woods, the middle-aged man touched the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, panting and sighing deeply.

Holding seven bamboo tubes filled with water in his hands, Meng Yang had just walked less than a kilometer before he became out of breath.

Looking down at the bamboo tube he was holding in his arms, Meng Yang was slightly stunned, then squatted down, put down the bamboo tube and leaned against the tree, took out a sharp stone from the placket, and began to look for a target.

After a while, he walked to a big tree, touched it slightly with his hand, couldn't help but look satisfied, and nodded.

Then he took a stone and cut out seven round barks the size of a human face and different shapes.

These barks are very soft and can be folded up with a slight amount of force in your hand.

When the hand is released, the bark stretches out again on its own, and there is no trace of folding.

Looking at this scene, Meng Yang nodded more satisfied, and then walked towards the big tree where the bamboo tube was placed.

But just after Meng Yang jumped over a few big trees, he suddenly saw a scene that made his whole face turn pale.

"Brute, shut up..."

I saw a green cow with a flicking tail, leisurely using its nose to arch the bamboo tube to drink water.

Meng Yang's voice not only frightened the surrounding birds and beasts to scatter, but also frightened the green cow subconsciously kicked its hind legs.

A pair of eyes full of spirituality, full of panic, kept looking around behind him.

When he saw Meng Yang, whose black hair was scattered in a random shawl, the cow put up a defense.

The hind legs are raised and dropped from time to time, and if Meng Yang is approaching, kick him immediately.

Obviously, Meng Yang also knew that this green cow's retreat was full of strength, and if he didn't die, he was seriously injured.

Especially now, he who doesn't have any spiritual power to cultivate, if he is kicked in the chest by the hind legs of this green cow, there is no need to guess, even if he survives, he will not last for ten days.

Meng Yang, who had a gloomy face, looked at the green cow, especially when he saw that the fallen bamboo tube was flowing with water, and he gritted his teeth and felt heartache.

This is what he finally picked up from the lake, and when he left Shaoqing, he let the young man drink a full meal, and drank it, and Meng Yang didn't say anything else, it was a big deal to go back to the lake to scoop water after a hard trip.

The key is that the green cow is too ignorant, and all the seven bamboo tubes were turned to the ground, how not to make him angry.

"You brute, you really don't know what to do, don't you know that the bamboo tube is the owner's thing?"

Meng Yang took a deep breath and scolded loudly in a hoarse voice, he didn't care if there was anyone nearby, he just wanted to vent the anger in his heart.

"You're hurting people at the exit, and I'm killing you..."

The green cow screamed, turned to look at Meng Yang, a pair of bronze eyes, flashing fierce light, an invisible sense of oppression, and a scene of human speech, which made Meng Yang look stunned, and couldn't help frowning in surprise and looking at the cow up and down.

"You rabbit cub, if you are outside the inheritance space, I will make you disappear with a sneeze. ”

As soon as the words fell, the green cow shook its head.

But when he heard a roar and an inaudible sound of cracking bones, the cow slammed directly into the big tree on the side with its horns.

Meng Yang glanced at the green cow in surprise, and before he could breathe, he saw that the left corner of the green cow suddenly broke off.

A man and a cow looked at the horns that fell to the ground, and for a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

After a while, I saw that the green cow stepped forward with some panic, and his distressed forefoot stepped on the broken horn, and said in a muffled voice: "See, my old cow, as soon as the horn comes out, it is this big tree that the four people can't hold, and they will leave my horn print." ”

Meng Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he ignored the green cow, walked to the bamboo tube that was overturned under another big tree, picked them up one by one, glanced at the young man coldly, returned the same way, and walked towards the lake.

Seeing that Meng Yang didn't take himself in his eyes like this, the green cow had fierce intent in his eyes, and he screamed and pushed Meng Yang's back.

"If you want your other horn to be cut off, come and do it. ”

Sensing the green cow panting behind him, Meng Yang reminded him indifferently, didn't stop, and continued to walk forward.

"Also, since you know that this is a inheritance space, don't lose your life because of your bull temper. ”

"Don't forget, in addition to thirst, naturally some people know hunger, don't become someone else's mouth because of carelessness. ”

Meng Yang paused, turned his head to look at the disdainful Qingniu, and snorted coldly.

This was the first time he had learned about the inheritance space from the mouth of the green cow, and he had heard a little about it in the Desolate Star River Basin before, but because the situation was too complicated at that time, he wanted to know about it, but he was afraid that he would be killed because of it.

After taking a deep look, the fat green cow, Meng Yang subconsciously licked his lips, and the frightened green cow immediately took a few steps back.

He snorted coldly again, and without saying a word, he immediately walked towards the lake, leaving the green cow wandering in place for a few breaths.

Knowing that Meng Yang had just reminded was an exaggeration, it was the most dangerous situation he faced.

You must know that in this inexplicable inheritance space that was teleported, there were not only human monks, but also some monks of other races.

Take this green bull as an example, he can take on any human form without teleporting in.

But after coming in, the cultivation of the body disappeared, and the transformation was not enough to support it, so it naturally showed its original form.

Not only this cow, but also other demon beasts, even those dragons with a length of 100 zhang, after teleporting into this inheritance space, became a creature that was only a few meters long and looked like a snake.

This is just the beginning, many people know to find water, I am afraid that in the near future, all the monks will start killing in order to fill their stomachs, and the strong and fat young people will definitely be hunted down by countless monks.

In the same way, human monks may also become the mouths of these demon beasts, but whoever dies depends on who prepares more.

Without cultivation, no spiritual power, and no magic weapon, they can only live like a primitive and eliminate all competitors.

Looking at Meng Yang, who disappeared into the woods, the young man retracted his gaze viciously, looking at the broken corner under his feet with a pitiful expression.

He shook his head, didn't say a word, and immediately ran in the other direction.

After half a pillar of incense, Meng Yang, who returned again, looked at the woods that were already empty of cows.

This time, he had already prepared, and all seven bamboo tubes were sealed with bark covers, tied with relatively strong hemp grass, braided into hemp rope, and hung on his waist. It was much easier than walking with him in his arms.

More and more people are gathering around the lake, and the originally clear water of the lake is cloudy in the blink of an eye.

Some monks, as well as some demon beasts, even threw themselves directly into the lake to wash their clothes and fur.

Fortunately, Meng Yang went in time, otherwise the water in the bamboo tube would have to mix with a lot of peculiar smells.

Just as Meng Yang was about to make a move and leave the woods, suddenly a hard thing was cushioned under his feet.

Remove your feet and look, this is not the broken horn of the green cow, what else can it be.

Meng Yang, who looked happy, bent down to pick it up, looked at the sharp end of the horns, and secretly threw the stones in the placket of his clothes on the ground.

Then Mei Zizi left the place.

He now has a lot to do, and the tools can be replaced by horns, which are much better than stones if careful.

Although there are many trees in the woods, because they are close to the lake, the branches are slightly soft, even if they are broken, they need to be dried for a few days before they can be carved, which is not in the scope of Meng Yang's consideration.

After several hours, Meng Yang finally stepped out of the woods surrounding the small lake, and the scenery was full of endless mountains.

The sunny flowers and plants under their feet are also swaying and swaying under the gust of breeze.

Meng Yang took a deep breath, let the faint smell of flowers and earthy earth fill the tip of his nose, and after a few breaths, he walked towards a path down the mountain.

After several hours of secret speculation, Meng Yang found that the inheritance space where he was located was actually a different dimension.

The difference is that this space will suppress the spiritual power in the bodies of all monks.

Along the way, Meng Yang sorted out some ideas, and also secretly noted down the direction, and the mountains and forests he had just left.

The first thing to do now is to go to the highest mountain and see if there is a flat river nearby.

After trekking through mountains and rivers and climbing all the way, Meng Yang finally reached the highest mountain forest in the vicinity a few hours later.

Walking all the way, the bamboo tube tied to his waist made a sound of collision from time to time.

It may also be because of this reason that he has not seen anyone again.

After putting down the bamboo tube on his waist, Meng Yang swept his eyes coldly, and found that there was no movement nearby, so he pulled up the tree.

Standing on a branch that could bear his weight, he looked into the distance.

This sight really made Meng Yang discover the flat land, the end of the mountains and rivers, green grass everywhere, a big river that divides the mountains, until the end of the eye, in the end of the countless small tributaries, to the extent that it is as pleasant as a picture of mountains and rivers spread out.

Secretly noting the direction, Meng Yang immediately jumped off the tree, picked up the bamboo tube and tied it around his waist again.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a black shadow, not far from him, passing by.

Tracking his eyes, he found a little squirrel with a cute expression.

The squirrel was standing on the top of another big tree, standing on the top of another big tree, wagging its white tail, grasping the branch with one hand and scratching its belly with the other, observing the scenery in the distance and its own position.

"Demon Beast..."

Meng Yang looked at the little squirrel's whole body revealing a human-like wit, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, and retracted his gaze a little strangely.

I've seen a green cow before, but when I see this pine tree now, I am not as surprised as I was at the beginning when I faced the green cow who spoke out.

After counting the breaths, Meng Yang checked the bamboo tube, saw that it was intact, and walked away and walked down the mountain.

The squirrel was about to turn around and go down the tree, and when he saw the back of Meng Yang walking down the mountain, he couldn't help combing his beard, his eyes were thoughtful, and he secretly hesitated.

After a few breaths, he saw Meng Yang's back gradually disappearing into the mountains and forests, and he moved flexibly, and he followed directly.

"Huh..."

Halfway down the road, Meng Yang found a small dry branch, leaning against the crossway.

The twig was more than a meter high, slightly thicker than a thumb, and its roots were broken, and there was some charred black.

The slight paralysis in the hand made Meng Yang subconsciously look up into the air.

"Could it be that the lightning struck the ?...?"

Meng Yang, who withdrew his gaze, looked at the dense trees around the small branch, and couldn't help but become more puzzled.

His mind moved slightly, and he couldn't help but use fifty percent of his strength, wanting to test the hardness of the branches.

After this attempt, he found that the branches were unexpectedly hard.

With mental preparation, Meng Yang took out the broken horn from the placket, grinded the root of the branch, and used all his strength to fold it, but the small branch still did not bend at all, as if the branch in his hand was not a branch, but a shovel.

Meng Yang, who showed a satisfied look, didn't say a word, put down the bamboo tube hanging on his waist, sat cross-legged, and carefully began to carve with the horns in his hand.

And the little squirrel that had been following Meng Yang, on the big tree that Meng Yang was leaning on, curiously lying on the branch and watching Meng Yang carve. A pair of big black and bright eyes, blazing, swept the horn branches and bamboo tubes in Meng Yang's hands from time to time.

The horn is unexpectedly easy to use, the horn is unusually sharp, in the scraping, the hard branches did not leave any traces on the horns, and Meng Yang, who was concentrating, was also engrossed in changing the branches in his hands little by little.