The night was darker, and there was no moonlight. In one corner, there was a slight noise, and a pair of eyes flickered a few times in the darkness before falling into deep thought.

The owner of the eyes, a man dressed in gray, was hiding in a small dirt bag at the moment, which had been hollowed out, just enough to accommodate the existence of a person. Around the dirt bag, there are some dead branches and rubble piled up in a mess.

The man in gray pondered for a long time, and muttered, "Why haven't you gone in?" as he spoke, his gaze again towards the brightly lit Alliance camp in the distance. In this gaze, there is a clear revelation of deep hatred and schadenfreude.

With a slight movement of his right hand, the man took out a small piece of dry food from the storage bag and fumbled to stuff it into his mouth. Judging from the fact that he still needs food to replenish his physical strength, his cultivation is not high, and it is not easy for a person with such cultivation to survive for so many years in this netherworld.

A gentle inhalation sounded as he touched the wound on his body, and some viscous liquid dripped from the wound to the ground.

"It's not an option to stay here," the man sighed, thinking of his distant relatives in Sunset, his beloved little daughter and elderly father, and the little wand shop that barely had much of an impression. Looking at the night sky in the distance, after a long time, he carefully crawled out of the hole, and slowly left with his cat's waist facing southeast.

If Han Bing was here, he might be able to recognize him, after all, Han Bing had once obtained a jade slip with information about this person from the old man in the wand shop, and he still remembered the little girl who asked him to help find his father. This person is Cui Feng, whose cultivation is not high, but he has an extremely high talent in refining weapons.

When the day was almost dawn, he came to the edge of the Netherworld Rift, and in front of him was the jungle, after looking around, he took out an object from the storage bag, threw it down, and turned into a strange huge wooden sword, carrying him deep into the dense forest, the wooden sword emitted strange ripples around it, like a sharp blade, silently cutting off the branches and leaves in front of him, and forming a distinct path where he passed. Although it was not fast, it was far faster than he had walked before.

"Who is it?"

Three days later, Cui Feng had tried his best to avoid the monk as carefully as possible, but the figure that appeared out of thin air in front of him still made him tremble, and the path of the wooden sword was blocked.

The person who came was a bearded middle-aged man, and after Cui Feng was shocked, he saw the alliance badge on his chest.

"Boy, your vehicle is a treasure. The bearded middle-aged man showed a greedy smile on the corner of his mouth, staring at the wooden sword under Cui Feng, as for Cui Feng, he didn't pay any attention to it at all. A monk in the Spiritual Enlightenment period is like an ant in front of him.

"Senior!" Cui Feng wanted to speak and stopped, his heart was bitter, he knew that it was difficult for him to get out now, even if he took the initiative to give the wooden sword, it would be difficult to save his life.

"Acquaintances, leave this wooden sword, and the storage bag on your body, and roll away. The bearded man had a bigger smile on his face. As he spoke, he walked slowly forward with small steps.

Cui Feng's face was solemn, looking at the middle-aged man who was approaching step by step ten zhang away, his mind was running fast, he had experienced a lot of this kind of encounter of being robbed of treasures, but today's middle-aged man obviously cultivated too high, and some of the usual skills were estimated to be difficult to work.

"There is a treasure here, willing to dedicate to the seniors, and ask the seniors to put it on the next life path. When the distance between the two was only eight zhang, Cui Feng suddenly threw out an object and threw it at the other party, which looked like a jade box. The moment the jade box was taken off, Cui Feng's face was obviously a little stiff, but there was a look of determination in his eyes.

"Huh. The bearded man smiled faintly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed it in the air, and the jade box turned into an arc and flew towards his palm at a very fast speed.

Cui Feng kept staring at the jade box in the air, and at the next moment when the jade box was about to fall into the palm of the bearded man, the wooden sword under him suddenly emitted a strong fox light, and disappeared in place with a buzz, because the speed was too fast, the space where the original wooden sword was located seemed to be distorted.

There was a loud bang, and in front of the bearded man, there was a huge explosion, and the billowing smoke expanded rapidly, covering the surrounding ten zhang in a blink of an eye.

"That's good!" Almost at the same time as the smoke rose, the bearded figure flashed, jumping out of the center of the explosion, his gaze calmly looked at Cui Feng, who had escaped a hundred feet away, with a look of disdain and sarcasm on his face.

Cui Feng didn't dare to look at the situation behind him, he could guess that his trick didn't have much effect on a monk like the bearded man, and at this moment only by escaping could he have a chance of survival.

"You can't run away, boy. With a wave of his right hand, the bearded man swept away the smoke and dust on his body, and took a step forward unhurriedly, this step, his figure was like lightning in an instant, and when he was about to catch up, in front of him, several black beads suddenly appeared, and after a series of rumbling sounds, an extremely strong and disgusting smell of fishy smell came to his face.

"Bah!" the bearded figure stepped forward again, resisting the urge to vomit, and his old face flushed. At this moment, Cui Feng had already fled two hundred zhang away.

The bearded man spat a mouthful, his body did not stop, and he took two steps in a row again, and at the same time, the spiritual power was running, and a layer of light and shadow quickly took shape, forming a protective shield around his body.

"Little rabbit cub!" the bearded man roared, thinking that his cultivation in the early stage of his soul was actually played by a junior in the spiritual stage, and his old face was a little unhappy.

The bearded man was extremely fast, and in two steps, he was already about to catch up with the wooden sword, just as he was bound to win, and when he stretched out his hand and was about to slap Cui Feng to death, Cui Feng didn't look back, and threw out a black bead backwards, almost like the stink bomb in front of him.

"Again?" the bearded man sneered, and with a push of his palm, he slapped the bead, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him, and he couldn't see anything.

He really couldn't see anything, and the beads that Cui Feng threw this time were not stink bombs, but strong light bombs, and the strong light produced by the instant explosion was unbearable for ordinary monks. Although the bearded shield can resist the smell, it can't block the light, and at this time, when it flashed by this strong light, he was suddenly a little dizzy, and along with the divine consciousness in his body, he was also slightly affected.

Cui Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood on the wooden sword, and part of the bearded palm still fell on his back, this palm almost killed him, and the wooden sword was pushed by the palm wind, and the speed was a little faster, but on the sword body, there were slight cracks.

"Little ghost, you're dead!" the bearded man jumped like thunder, and the blind spot caused by the bright light had not yet recovered, but his divine sense had been locked on to the target.

Cui Feng spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his face turned even paler, and his face showed a look of despair, he had already done his best, in the face of absolute strength, a sense of powerlessness came from the bottom of his heart, and it swept through his whole body in an instant, even if he was not injured, he also had no chance.

He looked at the wooden sword under him, and after leaning less, he pressed the center of his right palm eyebrow, forced out a drop of essence blood, and slapped it on a formation on the sword body without hesitation, and suddenly, the wooden sword trembled violently, and in the click, the original fine crack expanded sharply, and it was about to collapse, but at the same time, the speed of the wooden sword's flight increased tenfold in vain, and it flew across the treetops in a sweep, and flew towards the center of the forest desperately.

After the wooden sword carried Cui Feng thousands of feet at an extremely fast speed, it shattered in the air and turned into powder, and Cui Feng's body turned into a parabola and fell uncontrollably.