After hesitating for a moment, Ling Zhi gave up the idea of visiting Niu Yuanhang and Shu Feiyao, the two of them have a simple and stupid nature, and the other is timid like ants.

He was worried that he had made a special trip to visit at this moment, which would attract the attention of some well-intentioned people and bring them some unnecessary trouble.

I don't know what kind of starry sky body Niu Yuanhang is, and how powerful it is. Thinking that the other party could resist the tall man's magic skills with only the strength of his body, he also broke a low-grade soldier with a hard palm.

Ling Zhi sighed in his heart, carried the ink sword on his back, randomly identified the direction, and went straight away.

There are countless peaks in the Fallen Leaf Sect, and there are often wild beasts roaring at night, echoing among the mountains, and the goal of Ling Zhi's trip is here.

Go hunt those wild beasts, obtain materials, exchange contribution points, and complete this impossible task within a month, and pay off the debt.

Although he knew that even if he couldn't repay his debts, he would not really be expelled from the sect, but whether it was for Zhou Xuanqing or for himself, he couldn't lose this face!

On the Fallen Leaf Elder Peak, in the main house in a huge courtyard, an old hand poked out of the darkness in the corner, and this hand hung down and waved it gently.

The void in front of him shook, and a dark shadow appeared and disappeared into the room.

"Back then, you took away my creation in the Heavenly Tower, and I have put so much effort into cultivating him over the years, but at this critical juncture, you suddenly brought such a kid from the reincarnation pool and accepted him as a disciple. Those old guys didn't care, you think I wouldn't care?

A gloomy voice rang out from the darkness, and two eerie rays of light came out of it.

"Coming out of the Heavenly Tower, you have no obstacles all the way, entering the tower at the age of twenty at the seventh floor of the physical realm, in less than three years, you broke through into the artistic conception, leaving our generation far behind, although I don't know why you have made such slow progress over the years, but the things in the Heavenly Tower, I must get!"

......

Ling Zhi plunged headlong into a mountain behind the main peak of the fallen leaves, and in addition to the things he had exchanged, he was wearing a few large and solid sacks around his waist.

He was lying on the ground at the moment, holding the ink sword and cutting on the body of a second-grade desolate beast, although it was said that the desolate beast was a treasure, but generally different kinds of desolate beasts, there were only a few parts on the body, and the value was the greatest, Ling Zhi's task was so arduous, if he dragged a whole desolate beast back every time, then he could give up now.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had some doubts, like the old man with a white face before, he suddenly took out such a big book, and Jiang Xue was also wearing a little clothes to cover his body, but he took out more than a dozen blood-benefiting grasses, and he didn't know how to do it.

"This can't be done, it took half a day to kill a few first- and second-grade desolate beasts, and the total is less than two hundred contribution points, when will this be killed." Ling Zhi got up, pondered for a moment, and sped up his speed towards the depths of the mountain.

His target is a fourth-grade, or even fifth-grade desolate beast, and there should be no problem with the comparison of the strength of the two phases.

Skimming through some of the lower third-grade desolate beast areas along the way, when Ling Zhi stepped into the mountainside, some strange movements came.

Habitually looking around, but found nothing, until a shadow appeared above his head, Ling Zhifang was shocked, slapped one hand on a tree on his side, and bounced to the side with the help of reaction force.

An iron hook-like claw slashed in front of him, leaving three deep scratches on his chest.

Well.

Gritting his teeth and retreating, Ling Zhi snorted in pain, the flesh and blood were as fragile as tofu in front of the iron claws, the three wounds in the chest were like the ground in the rice field, the flesh and blood rolled like a bulging rice field, if he reacted more slowly, he would definitely hurt the bones.

The trees above him made an unbearable squeak, and a gust of wind hit, and before Ling Zhi could see the appearance of this desolate beast clearly, the branches and leaves in the sky were covered in front of him, mixed with a black shadow rushing towards him.

Drawing out the ink sword, Ling Zhi stepped on Tianyan eight steps, quickly dodging and moving in the forest, the ink sword in his hand was worthy of being a medium-grade soldier, and the sonorous sound was intertwined with the pair of claws, without any damage.

It was only after retreating to the dense array of several ancient trees that the attack in front of him stopped, and Ling Zhifang had a chance to look at the desolate beast in front of him.

The black shiny feathers were neatly attached to the body, and the body was more than two meters high, without a trace of variegation, and the sharp claws were grasping at the trunk of the tree, glowing with cold light.

"Five-grade desolate beast, black feather eagle?" Ling Zhi spat out this sentence with an ugly face.

I have to say that in those two weeks, in addition to learning words, Ling Zhi read a lot of things, although they were more miscellaneous, but they were very useful. After all, there is also a Zhou Xuanqing, a lake that chooses books for him.

The Black Feather Eagle is a rare flying beast with strong attack power and strong defense.

This also makes it extremely difficult, because for the martial artist of the physical realm, for this flying beast, he can only try to kill the enemy with one blow, otherwise it is difficult to cause fatal damage to the opponent, once he is injured and escapes, there will inevitably be endless trouble.

Therefore, Ling Zhi would rather run into a sixth-grade desolate beast than a black feather eagle, if he encounters a six-grade desolate beast, he can still try to escape, but if he wants to escape under the amazing eyes of the black feather eagle, it is simply an impossible thing.

"Fortunately, this is only a juvenile black feather eagle, if it is an adult, it has the strength of six grades, and that kind of black feather eagle is not easy to think about when those few people on the heavenly list meet. ”

Ling Zhi raised his sword to dodge the Black Feather Eagle's attack, and at the same time, the ink sword stabbed from the bottom up, from the left side of the Black Feather Eagle, against its wings, towards its body.

Bang.

The black feather eagle's wings flapped and struck the ink sword, making a crisp sound, deflecting the ink sword blow to one side.

made Ling Zhi's gong shot miss.

The field was extremely chaotic for a while, and every time the black feather eagle flapped its wings, it would bring a gust of wind, causing the fallen leaves and dust in the mountains to fly in the air, causing considerable trouble to Ling Zhi.

After fighting for half an hour, Ling Zhi did not cause any substantial damage to the black feather eagle except for the sword body that grazed the body of the black feather eagle and scraped off a few feathers.

Instead, he added another wound to his shoulder.

Spelled.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, and the blood from several wounds was non-stop, making him gradually weaker, Ling Zhi gritted his teeth and fiercely forced the black feather eagle back with a sword, causing it to fly backwards.

Tianyan took eight steps under his feet, almost at the same time, but this time the eight steps were taken in a different direction, he was still on the ground in the first five steps, the ink sword kept hitting the claws of the black feather eagle together, relying on the superimposed power of Tianyan's eight steps, and kept forcing the black feather eagle backwards.

When he stepped down on the sixth step, Ling Zhi finally shook the body of the black feather eagle, and he couldn't stabilize his body between the fluttering wings.

Seizing this opportunity accurately, Ling Zhi's seventh and eighth steps were instantaneous, and unlike the previous ones, he suddenly changed direction in these two steps and stepped on a tree beside him, and the tree he stepped on shook violently.

And its body is also stepping on the body of a tree, and the whole person is parallel to the ground, a few feet above the ground.

With a leap of force, the ink sword in his hand was glowing with coldness, wrapped in the momentum and power of eight steps, and stabbed at the body of the black feather eagle that had not yet stabilized.

The little white dot at the top of the ink sword. Under the sunlight, it is sandwiched between the jet-black sword body and the pure black feather eagle, dazzling

(End of chapter)