The sword refining finally came to an end, and Fang Fan and the two returned to the same way, as for the bone fang, because of its huge size, they could only retract the space of the mount again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wriggling out of the narrow hole like a worm, Fang Fan looked at the crimson dome and stretched his waist greatly, and said comfortably: "Finally finished a hot day, let's do something serious next."

The little expert who set fire to the fire with a small paper umbrella on his head narrowed his eyes slightly, like a frosted eggplant, and said listlessly: "I just want to get out of this ghost place as soon as possible."

"How?" Fang Fan turned his head to look at it, and was shocked in his heart, the little expert in setting fire was now like a cooked shrimp, and his skin was terrifyingly red.

Fang Fan was slightly shocked: "You...... What's wrong with you? ”

The little expert in setting fire sighed gloomily and said, "The fire is roasted."

"Before......"

The little arson expert said unlovingly: "I used to have six layers of fire shelters, but now the sequelae are coming, and I didn't have an umbrella when I entered the island to sell the pie in front of you, and I am only a handful of cumin powder away from baking now."

……

The moonlight was cold, and the sea gradually calmed down, except for the sound of the raft breaking through the surface of the water, and the clatter of bone feathers cutting water.

The silver-white water splashed, Fang Fan unfolded the fragmented map, his fingers kept tapping on the side of his leg, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's next for you?" Both legs of the arsonist were soaked in water, and the reddened skin gradually returned to its normal color.

Hearing this, Fang Fan put away the map, turned his head and smiled at the little arson expert: "How long have we not fought side by side?"

The arsonist expert's eyes lit up, but he smiled slyly: "If you want me to contribute in vain, your abacus is really good."

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't you want to see what Sword Seven is like?"

Don't want to plug in a lever?

Don't want to bully people with me?

Don't want to see the faces of those people? ”

"This ......" the arsonist expert's face changed again and again, and finally, he shook his head and sighed: "I lost to you."

The little arson expert looked up at the sky sadly, of course he knew that it was a vain effort with Fang Fan, but Fang Fan really knew his temperament too well, and wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the gloomy faces of those who failed, he couldn't help laughing, he really wanted to experience it for himself.

"But if I get involved, you get this map, and you have to put together another map, and it will take us a longer time, will "Sword Seven" be taken by someone else?" The little expert in setting fire frowned slightly.

To get to Kenczuka, the map is not just for directions, but also for the entrance ticket to the island. Someone leads the way, and there is no map, and there will be a layer of enchantment outside the sword shrine, and this layer of enchantment cannot be broken even if you cultivate as a god.

Fang Fan said with a relaxed face: "With this map, it will be much easier to come up with another one, not to mention, there is a big force behind me, as long as I find them, I dare not say anything, a map can always be made."

The arson expert nodded: "That's right, although the official will have some restrictions on gangs, but it won't be too ruthless, and there should still be one or two maps."

Fang Fan said again: "Besides, even if I can't find anyone from the Bull Head Society, I still have a lot of the same fragments in my hand, and if I spend a little more effort to put it together, it will always be much faster than when I was moving around before."

……

When the sky revealed the faint morning light, Fang Fan and the two were standing next to a purple-robed corpse, five or six fragments were placed in the palm of his hand, Fang Fan smiled and put a crescent-shaped fragment on the mutilation of the map, and the complete map was instantly shining, a blue line meandered on the map, and finally stopped at the end of the crescent.

"Ding......

System Prompt: You have completely spelled out the Sword Shrine map, and you can now find the Sword Shrine according to the marked route.

System prompt: The number of places that can enter the Sword Shrine is fifty, and your rank is forty-five, in order to prevent being squeezed out of the list, please rush to the Sword Shrine as soon as possible.

"Looks like we need to pick things up." Fang Fan put away the map and looked at the arson expert with solemnity.

"How?"

"There are only five places to enter the Sword Shrine." Fang Fan's face was slightly heavy.

"What's your ranking now?"

"Forty-five."

"Forty-five...... "The little arson expert whispered silently, and then said: "Does that mean that even if you are ranked within these fifty people, you will still be squeezed out of the list if you are late?"

Fang Fan nodded and said, "That's probably what it means."

The little arsonist sighed: "It's a pity that we can't use flying pigeons to pass on books here, otherwise we will soon find your people."

Fang Fan said: "This should be for better competition, we didn't know the distribution of the islands in this sea when we came, otherwise we could let them wait for us at an agreed location."

The little arson expert shrugged his shoulders and said: "It's not without benefits, at least we don't have to worry about too many people and being soft."

Fang Fan frowned slightly and said, "But time is pressing, how can we find the people of the Bull Head Club for a while, do we want to search them one by one?"

"I have a good idea." The smile of the little arson expert was full of danger, and he said, "We can wait at the entrance of the sword shrine."

Fang Fan's eyes lit up, his index finger swayed and pointed at the little expert in arsoning, squinted and smiled: "Your method is poisonous enough."

The little arson expert spread his hands and said: "Everyone is vying for the first place on the way to the peak, and there are so many unscrupulous people, besides, they are doomed to fail when they enter the island, it is better to give us the 'ticket', after all, "Sword Seven" is destined to be in our hands."

Fang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

It really can't wait any longer.

……

Noon.

In the drizzle, Fang Fan and the little arson expert were standing in the hazy rain curtain waiting for the prey to come to the door.

Behind him, there is a crescent moon island overgrown with wild grass, there are no trees on the island, only withered yellow weeds, it seems to have entered the late autumn early, and everything is withered.

Fang Fan knew very well that this was by no means late autumn, and everything in the world was full of vitality. Crescent Island is desolate, because everything on the island is shrouded in sword qi, and it is destroyed by sword qi every day, how can there be any anger?

There are two sesame seed sized numbers in the lower left corner of the line of sight, which used to be 45, but now it has become 48, and if the number increases further, Fang Fan will completely lose his chance with "Sword Seven".

However, the two of them were already guarding the entrance to the sword mound, and as long as someone came with a map, the opportunity came.

At this moment, as long as the person with the complete map in his hand is racing against time, a sword technique that does not require internal strength, but can slash into the holy realm like cutting vegetables, no matter who it is, will be interested.