Just as Zuo Feng was about to leave from the entrance of the cave, he couldn't help but look back at the hidden cave again.

If there is no stone here, if there is no beast soul, I am afraid that at this moment I am already the same as the lonely grave outside Zuojia Village. Even if you are proud to live in the world, I am afraid that you will spend the rest of your life with the current.

It's just that there are some doubts in my heart, the beast soul must have been stored in the stone, but why can it leave by itself from it. It happened to appear when he was attacked and was about to die, and he happened to be absorbed by himself and survived. If it weren't for these coincidences, none of this would be the way it is today.

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng's gaze suddenly stopped on the stone chips. After a slight hesitation, Zuo Feng stepped forward and collected the stone chips all over the ground into the Najing, and then got up and left the cave.

Zuo Feng can't see these stone chips, and he doesn't know whether they have the value of reusing them after taking them away, but Zuo Feng still cautiously collects them.

When he came to the mouth of the cave, Zuo Feng reached out and grabbed the rattan rope he had braided, and was about to climb down it, but what happened next caught Zuo Feng a little off guard.

"Boom"

"Damn"

"Puff"

After a crunch, the rope broke, followed by the angry sound of a teenager, and then the sound of a heavy object entering the water.

When Zuo Feng staggered out of the pool, he coughed violently, and countless droplets of water erupted from his mouth and nose. After a few breaths of relief, he crawled out of the water with difficulty, but after taking a few steps, his steps showed unsteadiness and fell headlong, although he did not faint, but he was no longer able to get up.

Just now, Zuo Feng was about to climb down the rattan rope from the mouth of the cave, but he forgot for a moment that the rattan rope was only to bear his weight of less than 100 catties when it was first compiled. But right now, the guy he was carrying on his arm was six or seven hundred pounds, how could this shoddy rattan rope bear such a weight.

Therefore, as soon as the left wind climbed on top of the vine rope, the rope immediately disconnected. Zuo Feng also immediately remembered the damn "prison lock" on his arm, and couldn't help but angrily burst into a foul mouth, but he was planted headlong in the waterhole below, and thanks to the fact that this waterhole was relatively deep, Zuo Feng was not killed on the spot.

But not being killed does not mean that there is no danger, Zuo Feng with the heavy "prison lock" on his arm cannot float at all. I had to walk forward with it at the bottom of the waterhole. Thanks to Zuo Feng's physique, which had been tempered and transformed, even so, he still choked a few mouthfuls of water when he was about to walk out of the pool.

The result is the scene seen above, when Zuo Feng comes out of the water, like an old man suffering from asthma, he keeps coughing and squirting out the water in his chest and abdomen. At this time, he was lying on his back on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently, and he thought of a question depressedly.

If he can't remove this "prison chain," then he will become a landlubber completely. Thinking like this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but secretly curse the old man called "Ning Xiao" in his heart. Now that you have explained everything else, why don't you tell yourself how to take off this "prison lock".

Constantly wheezing, Zuo Feng slowed down on the ground for half an hour, and then slowly got up from the ground. Looking at a small pit on his side due to the "prison lock", he couldn't help but show a wry smile of self-deprecation.

Struggled to his feet, Left Wind walked with small steps into the woods. He had left a clear trail on the ground after he had walked, and the footprints on the left were noticeably deeper than those on the right.

Zuo Feng dragged his heavy steps to the place where he had hidden the belongings, and then threw the three large packages into Najing.

The three large parcels of Zuofeng originally thought they were too heavy, but now those parcels were nothing to him.

Zuo Feng shook his head with some annoyance, and could only grit his teeth and endure the terrible weight to continue walking, the destination was of course the "long-awaited" Yancheng.

......

In the scorching sun, a thin figure walked through the forest with a little difficulty, stopping to wipe the sweat from the corners of his forehead. Leaning against a large tree, he gasped slightly, and his eyes looked at the wrapped left arm, intentionally or unintentionally.

This young man is the left wind who rushed all the way to Yancheng. At noon, Zuo Feng felt a little unbearable, so he found a shady place to sit down and rest.

A breeze blew, making Zuo Feng feel a sense of comfort after a long absence, as if he had returned to the decadent period of that year. He couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face, after half a night last night and a morning of hurrying, he helplessly found that he had not finished half the journey.

Zuo Feng, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but take off the shirt wrapped around his left arm, which was something he would do almost every time he stopped. He was going to try again to remove the hateful "locks", almost every way he could think of it.

At first he stoned him, then he slashed with a short blade, twisting with all his might. He also pressed and touched all the places of the "prison lock", but still could not open it, and he found that the "prison lock" was even tougher than the stone.

Now he finally understands why this thing is called "prison lock", it turns out that this "prison" really means to imprison the wearer. He also couldn't help but secretly scold the old man named Ning Xiao for being perverted, and he had the idea of designing such a strange guy for his apprentice on a whim, where is this helpful for cultivation, this is simply playing tricks.

But even Zuo Feng didn't notice it, since he wore this "prison lock". Although it was extremely inconvenient at first, as he hurried, he became more and more able to adapt to the terrible weight, and the speed of his journey increased little by little.

In fact, Zuo Feng's body has undergone the initial thunder forging body, as well as the later transformation of the beast soul energy, and his body has already been very different from ordinary people. If it is an ordinary martial artist, even if a martial artist in the tempering period wears a "prison lock", I am afraid that he will slowly abolish his body training.

But Ning Xiao's original intention was also for the martial artists of the God Refining Period, so naturally there would be many discomforts for Zuo Feng. But even Ning Xiao himself didn't expect that this thing he made could be worn by a martial artist who had just stepped into the bone refining period, which was also the limit that Zuo Feng could wear at this time.

If he adds even a "prison lock", not to mention trying to move, even if he stands normally, he will inevitably damage his body.

After fiddling with it for a while, Zuo Feng stopped studying and leaned against a big tree, closing his eyes and thinking wildly.

Now that he has a Najing, if he goes to the bandit's lair now, he may be able to empty it. But when I thought about it, I felt that my idea was a little too whimsical.

Because although the space in Najing is huge, what can be used by him is only more than a zhang wide from front to back, left and right. Even if you want to pack more, you can't break through the invisible barrier. With such a little space, Zuo Feng believes that it is the three stone rooms of the bandits, and it is impossible to take all the things in one of them.

What's more, this place is too far away from the bandit's lair, and with his current situation, if he goes to collect his things and then returns to Yancheng, he is afraid that ten days and eight days will be less.

Zuo Feng forced down this idea that had just emerged, although he also wanted to take all the things in the three secret rooms underground. But he still understands the truth that he can't be blinded by greed, and now everything has to be leaned back, and going back to Yancheng is the top priority at the moment.

After resting for a while, Zuo Feng looked up at the sky, then took out the dry food from his arms and ate it quickly, which was turned out of the ruins when he left Zuojia Village. Including the clothes on his body, I don't know who the original owner was, but now he can have clothes to cover his body, which is a good thing.

After eating the dry food, Zuo Feng rested for a while, and then got up again with difficulty and continued to walk.

It wasn't until the next day, when the sky was twilight, Zuo Feng's thin figure finally appeared outside the east gate of Yancheng. At this moment, there were many people lining up outside the city gate, all dressed as some merchants, and occasionally there was a person who looked like a warrior standing among them.

At this moment, although Zuo Feng is still a little strenuous to walk, there is basically nothing unnatural from his appearance. And now after the left wind passes, there will be no more terrifying footprints on the ground as it did at the beginning. These are also the tricks he slowly figured out after two nights and a day of travel.

Before the sun could set, the huge gates slowly opened with a cacophony of screeching. Two groups of brightly armored soldiers, lined up in an extremely neat line, trotted out from within the city gates, and then stood on either side. A soldier then took out a table from inside the gate and placed it at the gate.

Everyone is also familiar with the way, Zuo Feng stood in the middle of the team and slowly walked towards the city gate. Those who approached the table handed over the coins, and then got an ID badge and walked happily into the city.

Left Wind moved slowly forward in the crowd, keeping an eye on the soldiers around him. He realized that the "crooked mouth" who had been in the city the last time they had entered the city wasn't among them, and he didn't know if he had been transferred out of the city, or if he was just not on duty today.

Just as the left wind was puzzled, a neat sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him. The speed of the horse team was extremely fast, and it only took a few breaths to reach the city gate, and the city defenders only glanced at it from a distance, and immediately drove away the people in front of the city gate in shock, and shouted at the same time.

"It's the people of Dongjun, get out of the way, otherwise no one will care if you are trampled to death. ”

Zuo Feng frowned slightly and stared at this group of strange soldiers, all of them were wearing silver armor, and behind them were uniformly draped in light green daze. From a distance, the momentum is amazing, and it is very beautiful.

Zuo Feng couldn't help but retreat with the crowd while looking at the group of people who were coming quickly. Suddenly, his gaze rested on a burly rider who looked to be dressed in the same costume as the others, except for a silver mask on his face.

The moment he saw this burly figure, Zuo Feng felt like a familiar acquaintance, but for a while, he couldn't remember that he had seen it there.

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