Knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, at present, Luo Siming's details are unknown, and if he wants to increase his chances of victory, he can only be fully prepared.

The Art of War: The man of the terrain is also the help of the soldiers. Expect the enemy to win, calculate the danger far and near, the way of the general, know this and use the war will win, do not know this and use the war will lose.

Coming to the top of Eagle Wing Mountain, Ximen Jing carefully inspected the battlefield, simulated several battles with Wu Cong, simulated some possible accidents, and made a few small arrangements, trying to be prepared for the battle.

At noon, the two people full of pregnant Lingxian Zhi sat next to the Lying Niu Stone in Qiuhong Valley and had lunch. In the distance, the mountains and ravines gathered the rich spiritual energy here, forming a huge whirlpool. The aura beside the Lying Niu Stone was almost visible to the naked eye of mortals, as if bursts of thick fog were wafting in.

Why does the aura gather here, Ximen Jing once suspected that it was the topography of Qiuhong Valley, and also wondered about this lying cow stone. After lunch, he used a straight knife to cut a small corner from the Lying Cow Stone, intending to take it back to study.

Wu Cong has always admired this extremely sharp knife, and took this opportunity to take it and play with it, he suddenly exclaimed: "Ximen, your knife is broken!"

Ximen Jing looked at the part he was pointing at, and saw a clear crack on the front end of the straight blade with smooth blades.

"This is broken, and it starts to break from the inside, you have to find a blacksmith shop to repair it, otherwise it will be completely broken at some point, it's a pity that this is a good knife!" Wu Cong said as he stroked the blade.

For straight knives, Ximen Jing knows everything about them, and even remembers every gap on the blade, but he has never seen this obvious crack, could it be that it fell when he fought Luo Siqiang last time?

If this knife is destroyed, it is equivalent to a broken arm, and it must be repaired. Ximen Jing asked Wu Cong to continue digging up some pregnant spirit immortal mushrooms. After he left, he sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, and took out the bone needle box and placed it in front of him.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of bone attachment needles flew out of the needle box and floated in the air like living creatures. In an instant, the bone needles were lined up in a small spirit gathering array, and the extremely rich spiritual energy within a radius of a few feet was pressed to the level of liquid, boiling and tumbling as if it were boiling a pot.

Those floating bone needles gradually drifted outward some extremely fine silver-white dust, like salt powder. This is the silver in the bone needle, which is washed out by the rich aura.

Originally, Ximen Jing wanted to wait for the duel to do so, because once he lost the Death Silver Bone Needle, it would become fragile and could no longer be used as a hidden weapon, but at this time, it was important to repair the straight knife, and he urgently needed these Death Silver.

With the cultivation of the aura, the silver floated in the air like a pearl of mercury and rolled slowly, gradually gathering together, forming a ball the size of a peanut kernel, exuding dazzling brilliance, these should be all silver.

The internal toxicity of the bone needle has long been washed away, and at this moment, it has been washed away again, and it has become extremely pure, and it has stopped in the air and began to absorb the aura by itself, especially the thirteen needles made of yellow eyes, which are even more cheerful in the aura, as lively as a group of children.

Ximen Jing took the straight knife, according to the record in the "Lingshi Record: Refining Instrument Chapter", put the straight knife in the tumbling aura, and made a few handprints in succession, the aura instantly calmed down, and the hundred rivers poured into the straight knife like a sea frantically, and gradually the blade became transparent, and the cracks and gaps on it were exposed.

Under Ximenjing's control, the small ball of silver slowly fell on top of the crack of the straight knife, like the dough of a pancake, slowly kneading and rolling on the crack. In a moment, the crack seemed to be plated with a layer of silver, and the silver ball was consumed a little.

Half an hour later, the jet-black knife body was covered with silver patterns, exuding a vigorous and simple atmosphere, which appeared more mysterious and profound, making people dizzy and beautiful at first glance.

And that small lump of silver was only the size of a mung bean grain. Ximen Jing let the straight knife stop in the spirit array to continue recuperation, summoned the silver wing, and used the remaining silver to evenly coat its surface.

After a while, the silver wings became even more radiant, like a silver butterfly fluttering around Ximen Jing, exuding a cheerful message.

In the end, there was still a little bit of millet grain left, which was carefully put away by Ximen Jing for future use.

The majestic aura of the hundred rivers to the sea, towards the straight knife, silver wings, and bone needles that stopped in the air, and then they were sucked in, and from a distance, it seemed like a group of silverfish swimming around Ximen Jing, which was extremely beautiful.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ximen Jing also plans to absorb some aura and consolidate the meridians, after all, it is not easy to come once, although the mountain road is a lot better, but it will also waste a lot of time to go over the mountains and mountains. In the summer, there are more and more people who take refuge in the heat, and it is no longer suitable as a place for cultivation.

In the sky, the sun gradually turned west, the clouds on the horizon were dyed red by the setting sun, and the spiritual energy mist was also stained with golden red, and the entire Qiuhong Valley seemed to be bathed in a red smoke. The sky is getting dark, and the Ximen Jing meridian is also full of rivers. He was just about to get up and beckon Wu Cong to return, when he suddenly heard intermittent calls for help.

"Help, help!"

I was shocked in my heart, it was not Wu Cong who had an accident, and when I listened carefully, this voice was not Wu Cong, and it didn't look like a person.

Standing up, I followed the sound, and sure enough, I found a strange animal by the bushes. This thing was covered in scales, a rat's head, a snake's tail, short limbs and sharp claws, its body was pressed by a large stump, blood flowed from the corners of its mouth, and it made a faint cry for help, and it was about to die.

At this time, Wu Cong also came from a distance, and when he got closer, he shouted, no, there are pangolins in the north?

This is a pangolin, commonly known as dace, also known as dragon carp or stone dace, mainly distributed in the southern provinces, as well as Southeast Asian countries, and almost extinct in the north.

Seeing the pangolin, Ximen Jing was not surprised, anyway, when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, when the mountain is big, there are all kinds of beasts, and when the waves are big, who knows what seafood can be urged. To his amazement, the pangolin was able to emit spiritual language.

All living beings, except for the spirit of all things, human beings, other species can only have spiritual wisdom and send out spiritual words if they have been cultivating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for many years, just like a chick, and can only do so after cultivating for six hundred years.

This little beast obviously doesn't look like an old birthday star, and the pangolin is not a long-lived species. Could it be that it has something to do with the strong aura in this valley, where the species are more likely to produce spiritual intelligence than those elsewhere under the perennial immersion of aura?

Ximen Jing and Wu Cong joined forces to remove the big tree and hold the pangolin in their arms. This guy is not light, more than 20 catties, Ximen Jing injected a wisp of aura into his body, checked the injury, and found that many internal organs were crushed.

Wu Cong said from the side: "The meat of this thing is sour, and it is not delicious, but it can be used as a medicinal herb to make medicinal wine, forget it." ”

Since he has spiritual wisdom, Ximen Jing plans to save it.