Volume 2 ink churns for 90,000 miles, and a sword light chills fourteen states.

Chapter 68: The "Cursed Journey" that is about to end

...... This is the ninth day of special training with the help of Qingyu......

"Alright...... You just have to keep doing this......"

"Miss Yanwei, you've almost mastered the method of shooting arrows smoothly while moving!

The next step is to improve your stability through constant practice......"

The boy jumped down from the tree, "Can you already draw a bow and hold an arrow?"

(PS: The best archery technique since ancient times, "Arabian Archery" claims to be the most outstanding archery technique with a history of at least 5,000 years, and it has been lost in real life (of course, those hanging on the wall do not count))"

Ming Yanwei and Qingyu looked at each other and smiled, "Do you want to try it?" "Hmm...... Very curious......"

Sixteen nodded without hesitation. Then he saw the ink dragon head that was constantly swimming in his white Hanfu, wrapped around his right arm, opened his mouth wide, and spit out three pure black arrows: "Use this!"

(ps: Since the piece of wing behind him has fled, the Morowana has reappeared on his Hanfu,

He also vaguely understood what the inky wings were made of.)

"Is it already possible to do this?" exclaimed Qingyu, looking at the ink-colored arrow in his hand, which could almost be fake.

"No...... This is completely done by Mo Long......" He told the truth, but Mo Long was also at his signal......

"Look!" Ming Yanwei began to run around the targets scattered around, agile as a civet cat shuttling between the trees,

Then I listened to the three sounds of pop, pop, pop, and pop from different directions. Then I saw her figure coming from a distance.

"Awesome!It's only taken so long to master this technique......

looked at Ming Yanwei Sixteen and did not hesitate to praise herself. Qingyu also praised her talent, "She seems to have an almost instinctive intuition about bows and arrows, and she has been exposed to modern archery (modern bows and arrows are all stationary and need to aim for a long time......

And what Ming Yanwei and even the entire space need is not competitive archery, but archery that can be used in actual battles!

So she had to forget what she knew about modern shooting...... ）

With the eyesight of Sixteen and Qingyu, he could naturally see that the three arrows were all straight into the bull's-eye.

As soon as he beckoned, three arrows inserted in different directions turned into a little rain of ink and came to him, and then, the ink dragon poked out his head and swallowed it, and once again submerged into his clothes...... (PS: These are different from ordinary ink, which are made up of part of Molong's body, so they need to be recycled)

"What about Sister Lian?" Ming Yanwei asked the young man curiously.

Sixteen threw the black soul jade in his hand up and down: "I'm practicing mastering that energy...... It looks like I'm going to find her some martial arts cheats and other exercises when I go back......"

Indeed, the destructive power of that "cyan flame" coupled with martial arts ......

A living women's version of the "Fire Cloud Evil God"!

Looking at Li Xiulan, who was constantly condensing the cyan flames in her hands below, and then slapping at the trees, she thought in her heart.

"Okay, Sister Lian, let's go, let's go back early today?" Sixteen jumped to Li Xiulan's side like a bird, held her right hand, wiped her sweat, and said softly.

"It's so early today?" asked Li Xiulan, closing her eyes and enjoying the tenderness of the young man. "Sister Lian~ Have you forgotten? Today is the ninth day! It's time to get down to business......!"

......

Zheng Zha hugged Lori and fell asleep, I don't know how long it took, suddenly a strange palpitation woke him up from his sleep, as if something was about to happen,

And as time goes on, the feeling gets even stronger.

Zheng Zha finally couldn't help but sit up from the bed, he carefully covered Lori's whole body, and then ran out of the door while putting on his clothes and pants, he didn't hesitate,

rushed out of the hotel all the way, and then ran desperately towards the place of premonition.

At this moment, it was about four or five o'clock in the morning, and it was the quietest and coldest time around, Zheng Zha ran all the way to the beach, and the palpitations were getting stronger and stronger, and at the same time getting weaker and weaker......

"Zhan Lan!"

As soon as Zheng Zha ran to the beach, he immediately saw a small black dot floating on the sea surface in the distance, inexplicably,

He opened his mouth and shouted Zhan Lan's name,

Then he didn't care about anything and swam towards the black spot, and when he swam to the black spot, it was Zhan Lan who had fallen into a coma!

...... On the beach in the distance, a man looks at the two people in the sea with extremely deep eyes...

... A teenager who was far away in the downtown area of Japan was also staring at the house that was engulfed in flames in front of him......