The branches of the trees spit out new shoots, and the wildflowers in the forest are dotted among them, and the five-day period makes the breath of spring gradually stronger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a few days of exploration, Liuyun has basically adapted to his own changes, so he made a decision - to leave.

This is not a rash act of arrogance, but an accurate estimate of one's own strength.

At this moment, Liuyun stood in front of the cliff by the cold pool, with a dagger pinned to his waist. The dagger was made of stone, about five inches long, and the handle was wrapped with a fine bark rope, and the whole was rough and rudimentary.

This short dagger is still Liuyun's handiwork a year ago, and the construction of the wooden house and daily life depend on it, and as a "meritorious man", it is also the core of Liuyun's plan to climb the wall and get out of the valley.

Around Liuyun's neck, Xiaoli was tightly wrapped, and a finger-thick bark rope was tied around her waist, and the other end of the rope was firmly tied to Liuyun's waist.

Liuyun originally planned to go up to explore the situation by himself first, and then come back to pick up Xiaoli after confirming that it was safe. But after thinking about it, I can go up but not necessarily down, so I took Xiaoli with me.

It's not that he hasn't considered the possibility of encountering Nie Ya, but the improvement of his strength has allowed him to regain his confidence in facing Nie Ya, and even if he is still defeated, the problem of escaping should not be big, which is also the conclusion he came to after carefully comparing the strength of the two.

"I'm leaving..."

Silently looking back at the hut in front of the woods, Liuyun's eyes showed a little complicated color, although the days in the valley were poor, but the peace was really lingering.

With a silent sigh, Liuyun turned back firmly, he patted Xiaoli's little head and reminded, "Hold on!"

After speaking, Liuyun took a deep breath, activated his soul power, bent his legs, kicked it, and jumped straight up...

The spring breeze that swept past him was a little steep, stirring up Xiaoli's pure white and flawless hair, but it didn't affect the flowing clouds in the slightest, and his swift figure easily rose along the steep cliff.

Here it comes!

The mirror-like stone wall in the field of vision made Liuyun's face calm and his spirit more concentrated. Although the previous one was also perpendicular to the ground and very flat, there were still more or less uneven points for him to borrow, but this section was so smooth that people couldn't get started at all, and didn't he fall into the cold pool because of this when he climbed for the first time.

The so-called eating a trench grows a wisdom, since then Liuyun has learned from the pain, meditated hard, and worked hard, but unfortunately there is none.

In fact, he originally wanted to use his soul power to steadily build a "broad road", but an "unexpected encounter" dispelled his thoughts and made him choose the current "shortcut".

Besides, if he wasn't sure, he would take Xiaoli on the risk? Obviously not.

His gaze turned back to Liuyun, and at this time, his eyes were fixed on a certain place on the stone wall, and at the same time, he held the dagger in his backhand and quickly pulled it out, and the transparent soul power covered it in an instant.

Before half a breath could complete all this, Liuyun's eyes froze, and he raised his blade-gripping arm and swung it down violently.

"Dang", the dagger with soul power stabbed into the stone wall at an oblique downward angle. The embedded two-inch distance not only ensures that the flowing clouds will not be pushed out due to reaction forces, but also establishes a support point. He tightened his grip on the dagger and pulled it up with all his might, pulling it out as his body rose rapidly.

It is as if it has been practiced countless times, and in fact, it is precisely because of this that Liuyun has tried many times on the lower cliffs to get the practice that makes perfect today. As for how he came up with this approach, we have to start from the beginning.

Previously, he found that soul power can be attached to objects with the help of limb contact, although the consumption is relatively large, but it can enhance the toughness and firmness of objects. He originally wanted to use this characteristic to carve out the mountain walls and create climbing points, but the moment the dagger collided with the mountain wall, inspiration suddenly appeared.

It turned out that the method of Liuyun Fu to the soul was very effective, and he was now gradually approaching the top of the cliff with it.

It's coming, it's coming!

Looking at the "exit" thirty zhang away, Liuyun's expression had irrepressible excitement, and the speed of rising couldn't help but increase a few points.

With a "click", Liuyun jumped off the cliff and landed lightly on the ground.

"The air outside is so nice. ”

Liuyun greedily sucked the fragrance of spring, his face was full of enjoyment and satisfaction, and the excitement of "seeing the light of day again" filled his heart, making him forget the faint sorrow.

Xiaoli, who is surrounded by Liuyun's neck, is also happy and happy, but she is not as happy as Liuyun, after all, for her, the place where Liuyun is is home, and it doesn't matter where she is.

After a while, Liuyun expressed his emotions a little, and then reined in, he hadn't forgotten that Nie Ya was still outside.

"Hurry, let's go!"

At this time, a subtle shout suddenly came from afar, Liuyun's brows furrowed slightly, listening to the hurried tone, he must have encountered something urgent, and the only crisis that can be thought of here is...

"Nie Ya..."Liuyun muttered the name softly, his eyes flashing with hatred. The original events are vivid, and he has never forgotten them for a moment, but due to various objective reasons, he has not broken out, and now he has a stronger force and may be able to snow his hatred, but...

Liuyun looked at Xiaoli, his gaze wandering.

"Ahh

A scream passed through the vast woods and into Liuyun's ears, tilting the scales in his heart, and he decided to go and find out the situation. So, he immediately untied the rope from Xiaoli's body, carried her to the ground, and told her, "Wait here for me to come back." ”

After speaking, Liuyun ran away like a wind, leaving Xiaoli, who was still a little stunned, to stay in place.

......

Not so long ago, on the other side of the Silver Mountain.

A group of 30 people marched through the mountains and forests, they wore uniform light blue suits, the important parts were protected by leather armor, and the emerald green word "Feiyan" was embroidered on their shoulders, coupled with the sophisticated armament and strong physique, all indicating that this was a well-trained team.

Right now, they were in loose formation, their eyes wandering back and forth between the trees, and their mouths were occasionally calling someone's name, as if searching for someone.

"Hey~~" Suddenly, a sigh came from the center of the team.

But seeing that the person who spoke was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a white jade crown, eyebrows like ink paintings, clear eyes, soft cheeks, and a bright and beautiful face and a slender and slender figure, if it weren't for the slightly protruding Adam's apple under the chin, I am afraid that he would be mistaken for a woman.

Next to him was a middle-aged man in his forties. The man's eyes are sharp, there is a slender scar at the end of his left eyebrow, and his well-proportioned and streamlined muscles exude a fierce aura.

He heard the sigh of the handsome young man, and opened his mouth to persuade: "Young Master Fang Fei, we have found the depths of this Heavenly Silver Mountain, and it must be impossible to find it. Besides, this missing person should have been solved by the government, so let's return to Luolin City as soon as possible and prepare to leave for Beijing. ”

"Uncle Feng, I know, but since I have promised the woman to help her find her husband who has not returned to the mountain for a long time, how can she give up halfway. Hey, let's do our best to obey the fate of heaven, and after searching the surrounding area, we can also have an explanation. ”

Helpless words, frowning eyebrows, obviously, Fang Fei didn't have too many expectations in his heart.

"Young Master Rende. The middle-aged man called "Uncle Feng" praised him from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey~~" The only thing that responded to him was the young man's sigh again.

The silence flowed quietly, and everyone buried their heads in the pursuit of the faint hope.

At this moment, a "bang" sounded suddenly, and everyone looked back to check, only to see a person at the end of the line lying on the ground, blood gushing out of his pierced chest.

This scene made them stunned, and they were even angry, who and which of the eight lambs killed their good brother.

"Are you looking for me?" Before everyone could make a move, a figure slowly walked out from behind a nearby tree.

The wind rustled, and the dappled sunlight reflected the bloody evil face on the corner of the mouth. Brown hair and brown eyes, firstborn beast ears, who is not Nie Ya.

When everyone saw Nie Ya's strange appearance, they were stunned at first, and then immediately looked at each other angrily, they who have experienced a hundred battles will not be surprised, they just want to avenge their brother by stabbing the person in front of them.

"Quiet", a rebuke seemed to have infinite magical power, and suddenly suppressed everyone's impulse.

Uncle Feng didn't pay attention to whether they listened to his words, he stared at Nie Ya solemnly, and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, we don't seem to have offended, why..."

Before Uncle Feng finished speaking, Fang Fei interjected excitedly: "Uncle Feng, why don't you say more, this guy has harmed Brother Hua, then he should pay for his life!"

"Young Master, we support you!"

"Yes, Uncle Feng, what kind of reason do you have to talk to this guy. ”

"That's right, I did this kid to avenge Xiaohua!"

“......”

Under the leadership of their own young master, the torrent of suppression broke out again.

Uncle Feng sighed secretly when he saw this, how could he not be angry, if the other party was easy to match, he would have long since ignored the three-seven twenty-one, and he should have chopped it, but the sense of danger and bloody aura exuded by the other party made him extremely jealous. Therefore, Uncle Feng, who took it as his duty to protect Fang Fei, did not attack at the first time, but chose to ask for his intention to avoid conflict as much as possible.

"Noise. A faint disdain came out, and Nie Ya, who had stopped in place, suddenly moved, leaving a string of afterimages, and the two heads were thrown away with the blood flowers in the sky.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, the audience was dead silent, and the phantom speed just now made the people who shouted at first lose their voices, and a chill rushed through their heads.

Uncle Feng was the first to react from the horror, he hurriedly pulled out his saber and yelled: "Wake up!"

After speaking, he immediately turned his head and ordered a person nearby: "Lu Zhong, escort the young master to retreat first, and we will hold it here." ”

Everyone was shocked back to their senses by Uncle Feng's shouting, they left behind the fear in their hearts, and immediately showed their respective blades. Lu Zhong led the five people to quickly set up Fang Fei, whose face was pale, and retreated from the opposite direction.

"Yes, yes, courage is commendable. Nie Ya slanted over the twenty or so people surrounding him, and praised them lightly, not paying attention to them at all.

Compared with Nie Ya's carelessness, Uncle Feng and the others were tense, staring at the big enemy in front of them for a moment, and they didn't dare to relax at all.

At this time, Fang Fei, who was a little frightened, woke up like a dream, he twisted his body and tried to break free of Lu Zhong and the others, while shouting: "Uncle Feng, I want to stay and fight the enemy together!"

Uncle Feng heard the shouting behind him, his body shook slightly, he didn't look back, just urged loudly: "Hurry, hurry up!"

When Fang Fei heard this, his expression became even more anxious, and he wanted to say something, but he was knocked on the back of his neck by Lu Zhong with a hand knife, and he fainted directly.

Lu Zhong understood the current situation and could not tolerate the slightest delay, so he had to do it as a last resort. He took one last look at Uncle Feng and them, gritted his teeth, and left Fang Fei with reluctance.

In the field, Nie Ya clasped his hands to his chest and watched the drama quietly, without any intention of obstruction. For him, these people are all in the bag, and none of them can escape, so it doesn't matter about the trivial things. And the feast in front of you is even more tempting, isn't it?

Nie Ya thought and couldn't help but lick the blood on his lips.

A person behind him mistakenly thought that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and swung his knife upward, but the next moment, a heart-rending scream shook through the mountains and forests, startling countless birds. And the sneak attacker's arms were broken, and the knife in his hand was playing between Nie Ya's fingers.

"Fragile gadgets, boring. As if he was tired of playing, Nie Ya shook it casually, and the knife in his hand turned into a beam of white mang, which ran straight through a big tree not far away.

"Sizzle~~", a gasp sounded all around, and everyone was once again intimidated by Nie Ya's unpredictable strength. Uncle Feng's pupils also shrank, and his face became heavier and heavier.

I can't go back.

Although his heart was full of pessimism, there was not a trace of regret in Uncle Feng's firm expression. In the same way, the people around him also looked like they were going home.

Uncle Feng quickly made eye contact with everyone, and then attacked Nie Ya head-on. He knew that no one was the opponent's opponent except himself, and instead of being broken by the other party one by one, it was better to fight to the death to create opportunities for his own side.

As if they had received the signal to attack, everyone moved one after another with Uncle Feng's attack, the knife in the near area approached, and the bow in the distance was aiming, and the formation was launched in an orderly manner.

"Huh~~", Nie Ya looked at the sword light that was forcing him, not only did he not take it seriously, but he also took the time to observe the vicinity, and praised it slightly by the way. It wasn't until the blade was within reach that he seemed to strike slowly.

"When", the fist blades clashed with gold and iron, and Uncle Feng only felt that the knife was slashed on a hard rock, and then a strong force surged in an instant, knocking him away with a knife. Nie Ya didn't pursue, he was "playing" with those swordsmen and archers.

Uncle Feng grudgingly grasped the trembling knife with his bleeding tiger's mouth, he settled down, and when he was about to continue to rush forward, an angry shout suddenly sounded with the sound of breaking wind.

"Nie Ya!"

"It's you!"