Xiao Jiansheng's bold guess immediately aroused everyone's interest, these people were like a group of scoundrels who saw a Peugeot woman, and a drunkard smelled the intoxicating aroma of wine.

It's been a long time since I couldn't live it.

Cultivators of my generation, when they cut through the thorns and the moon, are not afraid of life and death, and do not take risks, how can they ask?

At this time, Xiao Jiansheng's original words were very inspiring.

However, just in case, Xiao Jiansheng chattered and wasted two or two mouthfuls of water to persuade everyone to calm down first, recuperate his body, recover from his injuries, and then make further plans.

His own injuries are also very serious, in addition to the blurred flesh and blood on his chest that was cut by the golden sword shadow, there are also four deep sword wounds on his back, which looks like he was scratched by a shrew from a distance, but because of his special physique, the four sword wounds all broke through the armor in his body, and the recovery was faster than others.

In terms of who has the most swords, of course, it is Fu Yao, because she is stronger than anyone else, and her sense of battle is not very strong.

Large and small combined, Fu Yao has more than a dozen sword wounds on her body, the most serious one is near the sea of qi, close to the delicate navel, a sword is poured diagonally, and it is stabbed out from one side of the waist diagonally, it is a very thrilling sword, fortunately, the barbarians have a unique healing method and an ancient recipe with strange medicinal effects, so these injuries Fu Yao did not take it to heart.

It's just that Xiao Jiansheng's words have made her linger to this day.

When Fu Yao secretly applied the medicine, she was "secretly" seen by Xiao Jiansheng, and said with a slippery mouth, this injury will definitely leave a scar, and it will not be treated by men when the time comes.

Until now, Fu Yao has refused to talk to Xiao Jiansheng, and she doesn't even have a straight eye.

As for the others, everyone hung the lottery, light or heavy, but with a variety of internal and external drugs brought by Fu Yao, after a morning of pranayama, almost noon, basically no major problem, just to slowly recover.

After a simple, fast and simple lunch, the group packed up and walked towards the borrowed soldier mountain, before leaving, Xiao Jiansheng was silent for a few breaths at the grave of Lu Yishan, perhaps knowing that it was impossible to come to see him in the near future, he filled the messy grave with a few handfuls of soil alone, sprinkled half a pot of wine, and then turned around and left.

At first, the crowd walked cautiously, like a frightened bird, any wind and grass can make people's hearts beat suddenly, until after walking for nearly a hundred miles, there was no wind or rain, and everyone put their hearts back into their stomachs.

Xiao Jiansheng guessed correctly, this is really a big lie.

If Wan Qiuyang knew that this lie he had carefully compiled was exposed by Xiao Jiansheng, how would he feel, would he be happy or angry?

But what can be imagined is that once this lie is announced, it will inevitably make many people beat their chests and regret it, and at this point, maybe the gate of the Thunder Temple will be closed for hundreds of years.

Several people adjusted on the spot, and sacrificed their flying swords for the sky, and their figures jumped into the air, led by Xiao Jiansheng, simulating the flight of the wild goose formation and approaching the direction of the borrowed soldier mountain.

Along the way, the wind was galloping, and the eight hundred miles were urgent, and it was extremely smooth.

It is almost dusk, a group of people finally flew to the boundary of the borrowed mountain, was blocked by a very wide rushing river, the river water is green and crystal clear, the water vapor of the river water is refreshing, with the river as the boundary, the two worlds on both sides, one side of the yellow sand is even the sky, the other side of the mountains and rivers are beautiful, it can be described as the place of Zhong Xiu.

Look at the distant peaks, such as a cone standing, as if reaching the sky, a heavy high like a heavy, a mountain and a world, it is simply a hidden fairyland, who would have thought that this was once an ancient battlefield, there were countless masters who fell here.

The sword light has passed, the sword shadow is dim, and there is only one beautiful scenery in the world.

The sound of the rushing river drowned out the sound of everyone's heartbeat, and the milky white water vapor covered everyone's eyes, the reason why Xiao Jiansheng didn't dare to lead everyone to fly over the river in one breath was actually strange about the huge difference between the two banks, some did not dare to break in, for fear of disturbing the quiet of the quiet world.

Xiao Jiansheng sighed: "The mountains and rivers with such aura, if the barbarians can be migrated here to live, maybe it will not be like this." ”

After that, Xiao Jiansheng looked at Fu Yao eagerly.

Fu Yao snorted and said coldly: "Young Master Xiao, don't forget that this is a cemetery, where the souls of countless ancestors are buried, but it is suitable for people like you to live here." ”

Xiao Jiansheng snorted, but still smiled and said: "This is a later story, but you can think about it, then again, this is not a natural treasure house, not to mention the countless magic weapons hidden during the period, maybe those predecessors left behind the practice cheats are enough to build a super-large size scripture building, if ......"

Fu Yao didn't pay attention to Xiao Jiansheng anymore and walked towards the river alone, Xiao Jiansheng knew that this girl loved to be clean, but he didn't forget about Huangquan, so he had to follow from a distance.

Yu Xuan looked at the little couple from a distance, and couldn't help being amused, she turned her head and said to the others: "There is still a glimmer of light in the sky, are you really wasting your time on Shang Jing?"

At this moment, there are still three people on the shore, all watching the scenery on the other side.

Tang Niu came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I don't have any good opinions, but ask for a peerless spear, and the rest is up to Senior Sister Yu." ”

Shen Jian Ning stabbed Shen Jian Yu with his hand and said, "You really don't plan to go in with us, don't worry about throwing your sister into the deep mountains and old forests?"

Shen Jianyu reached out and stroked his sister's hair, and said with a smile: "Isn't there a junior brother Xiao, he will take care of you." ”

Shen Jianning's nose was almost crooked, and he said unhappily: "That guy is not thinking about me now, counting on him...... Humph......"

Shen Jianyu looked at the two backs in front and back, and smiled: "It's also, relying on farts to blow fire, my own sister hurts." ”

When the night approached, the group crossed the river, stepping on the green grass under their feet, as if they were in the illusion of clouds and mist, but before they came to the hurry of body and mind, several people suddenly turned to look at the river bank where they had just stopped, where a person was sitting.

A stake stool, a bark-woven robe, a hat twisted from leaves, and a rough fishing rod that propelled far above the river......

The rushing river that everyone had just crossed was still at the moment, the river was as flat as a mirror, clearly reflecting the surrounding beauty, and the fishing rods were full of jubilant red fish, sometimes jumping out of the water, splashing a few splashes, sometimes spitting out a few bubbles.

A few people looked at the fisherman by the river like a ghost, and couldn't help but stop.

The angler didn't look up, and said from the other side: "It's easy to get lost in the mountains, so it's better to accompany the old man to fish and see the scenery, why not." ”