On a big tree two or three hundred meters away from the battlefield, the brothers and sisters of Bing Feng watched coldly by the light of the skyrocketing fire.

Suddenly, a familiar figure broke into the sight of the two. Even if they were separated by a distance of hundreds of meters, even if the light was dim at night, and even if there was a lot of people on the battlefield, Bing Feng still recognized the identity of the other party at a glance - Liang Mancang!

At this time, Liang Mancang was disjointed and scarred, and he was a lost dog, completely free of his usual nobility and calmness.

As the only son of the Liang family and the only heir to a huge industry, he has shown extraordinary cultivation talent since he was a child, and Liang Mancang has long been accustomed to the feeling of being on top. But how could he, who has always been pampered, ever experienced such a battle?

As soon as the battle began, Liang Mancang was completely panicked, and even forgot his identity as a cultivator, and in the face of the overwhelming rain of arrows, he didn't know what to dodge at all. If he hadn't been desperately rescued by the guards around him, he would have died under the first wave of random arrows.

It wasn't until he was drenched in blood by the guards that Liang Mancang finally recognized the facts, he was no longer a pampered nobleman, but a mustard who struggled to survive on the battlefield.

Faced with the cruel reality, Liang Mancang finally inspired the bloody nature that he should have as a cultivator, resolutely picked up the long sword on the ground, rushed left and right, tore and killed in blood, and broke through step by step.

"There is a set of ancient quenching exercises in the auction, and the Liang family is determined to get it", the words of the prince echoed in his ears, and Bing Feng stared closely at the small package on Liang Mancang's back in the field, his eyes glowed with green and faint blue light, like a wolf staring at a lamb to be slaughtered, "It's him!"

At this time, Liang Mancang, in his eyes, represents not wealth, nor hatred, but the quenching exercises, as well as the ensuing superior strength and all hope!

"Cher, let's ......"

Bing Feng leaned into Bing Xue'er's ear and whispered a few words, and the latter quickly showed a knowing smile.

Kill, kill, kill!

Liang Mancang was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. His physical strength was already exhausted, and he could only instinctively swing the long sword in his hand, fending off attacks from all sides while breaking through under the cover of the guards.

As the guards around him became fewer and fewer, gradually approaching nothing, an irrepressible loneliness and hesitation grew in my heart - it would be great if my father could be by my side at this time!

Yes!

The screams of the last guard beside him before they died interrupted his last illusions.

"Just a little bit!"

Looking at the woods close at hand, and then looking at the five or six Northern Mongolian soldiers who were smiling and pounced on him, Liang Mancang put down his long sword in a dejected manner, he knew that the distance was already equivalent to the end of the world, and he was in a catastrophe!

"Damn, fight!"

Bing Feng knew that if he didn't make another move, Liang Mancang would be finished. Liang Mancang is not dead, he doesn't care at all. But the crux of the matter is that if this guy confesses here, his exercises and dreams will be completely finished!

The last thing that is lacking on the battlefield is weapons. His eyes swept quickly to the ground, knives, guns, swords...... As far as the eye can see, there are no less than a dozen pieces.

I practice basic marksmanship, so it stands to reason that I have to choose a gun. But his own family knows his own family affairs, and with his own cultivation of the third layer of quenching the body, it is not to save people, but purely to find death!

"That's right, Longbow!"

His eyes were fixed on the bow and arrow, and the soldier's eyes lit up.

Holding the bow in his hand, suddenly, an extremely familiar feeling arose, and the soldier seemed to have returned to the battlefield of his previous life - holding a sniper rifle, a gun in hand, I have it in the world!

Draw the bow with arrows, distance, wind direction, temperature, humidity, ballistic difference...... Data flashed quickly in my mind.

Aim!

"Whoosh", just as the long knife was on his neck and Liang Mancang closed his eyes and waited for death, an arrow instantly slashed a distance of nearly 100 meters, and suddenly appeared without warning.

"Smack", an arrow that should have been shot in the throat was shot at the raised arm of the Northern Mongolian sergeant. Under the pain of the other party, the long knife suddenly fell to the ground.

"Really use the bow and arrow as a sniper rifle!"

Orientation Correction ...... High-low correction ...... One arrow to make a contribution, without stopping. Shooting and archery are already connected, and as a first-class shooting master in the previous life, Bing Feng uses a bow and arrow to get started very quickly.

I can only hear "whoosh", the sound is endless, the arrows are as fast as meteors, the angle of the road is tricky, and the branches are not far from the key points.

The soldiers quickly shuttled through the forest, firing a "gun" to change places, and arrows continued to be issued.

Several Northern Mongolian sergeants were on guard with their swords with all their might, and kept flying arrows that were shooting at them one after another - the sharpshooters were terrible, the sharpshooters hiding in the shadows were even more terrifying, and the sharpshooters like Bing Feng, who had mastered the theory of sniping, were even more terrifying!

"Don't run yet!"

Emerging from the darkness, Bing Feng shouted at Liang Mancang, who closed his eyes and waited for death. The latter didn't know where the strength came from, and with a "whoosh", he pulled his legs and rushed into the mountains and forests.

Several Northern Mongolian sergeants glanced at each other, and they didn't dare to pursue for a while-although the wealth is moving, no matter how much wealth you have, if you don't have your life to enjoy it, it will be in vain.

"Wait for me!"

In a desperate situation, Liang Mancang almost cried with joy, subconsciously let out a low cry, and quickly followed.

One intended to be together, the other was bent on chasing, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and after dozens of breaths, the distance between the two was less than three meters.

Just as Liang Mancang took three steps and made two steps, ready to catch up and walk side by side with him, a tripwire rose from under his feet without warning.

If it was placed in normal times, he naturally didn't care about such a small rope, but the crux of the matter was that the previous escape and battle had already consumed too much of his energy, coupled with his unsuspectingness, so Liang Mancang was completely tragic - one stumbled under his feet, and the other fell to the ground heel, and he was suddenly smashed.

However, the tragedy has only just begun. Before he could get up again, a big foot that emitted a stinky smell had already kicked heavily on his head, and Liang Mancang's eyes suddenly turned black and Venus scurried.

In a trance, he vaguely saw two slightly familiar figures. But before Liang Mancang could figure out where he had seen it, a wooden stick had already hit the back of his head mercilessly, and he completely fainted.

"Brother, this guy won't really die!" Throwing down the wooden stick in his hand, Bing Xue'er glanced at Liang Mancang, who was silent, and said with some concern.

"It shouldn't be so fragile!" Bing Feng wasn't sure if Liang Mancang was really dead, but he really didn't care if he was dead or not, what he really cared about was the package on the other party's body.

"I saved your life, but I am not a humble gentleman, and I can't do it without expecting reciprocation. As a life-saving reward, these things are now ours!"

Staring at Liang Mancang with burning eyes, Bing Feng tore off the small package on his back, and then reached out to touch his chest for a while, until he grabbed something that looked like a scroll, and then showed a surprised smile.

"Let's go!"

When the goal was achieved, the brother and sister did not stop, and ran away. The two did not take the avenue, but chose the remote mountain trail to walk.

The Northern Mongolian people will soon clean up the battlefield, and when the time comes, they will definitely chase along the avenue, their two legs will definitely not be able to outrun the four-legged war horse, and only by walking the mountain road will there be a glimmer of life.

At dawn, the two stopped in a small secluded valley. Looking around, I soon found a waterhole more than ten meters square and a cave where I could temporarily shelter.

"That's it!" Bing Feng said secretly in his heart.

It's in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere. And hundreds of miles of Dingjun Mountain, if there is no specific goal, even if the Northern Mongolian people want to find here, it is not simple. The main thing, of course, is that he can't move any further.

Although there are no demon beasts in Dingjun Mountain, there are also a large number of fierce beasts, and with the strength of the two brothers and sisters in the early stage of quenching, it is difficult to have a chance to escape after encountering them.

The beast already has a certain amount of wisdom and knows how to seek good fortune and avoid evil. This place is not too far from Joyama Castle, and the huge movement of the Northern Mongolian people attacking the city has already caused the nearby fierce beasts to run away, but it has become a temporary comfortable nest.

Bing Feng decided to settle down here first, and then make another plan after improving his strength.

"Alright, it's time to count our loot. ”

After briefly cleaning up the unknown animal hair feces in the cave, the brother and sister sat down in front of a large stone slab. Bing Feng took out the small package on his back and placed it on the stone slab.

I was only concerned about escaping before, but only now I really have the time to sit down and carefully observe the harvest of this trip.

Gently spreading out the package, twenty or thirty small jade bottles suddenly appeared in front of the two of them. Bing Feng casually opened a jade bottle, and a faint spicy smell wafted into his mouth and nose. As far as the eye can see, it is a fine reddish-brown powder.

The brother and sister glanced at each other, and each could clearly see the shock in each other's eyes. After two or three breaths, the three words "quenching body scattering" came out almost at the same time, and the joy was overflowing.

The so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, the cultivation of martial artists is inseparable from the assistance of elixir. Quenching body powder is a kind of medicine powder that assists the cultivation of martial artists in the quenching body realm, and the price is very expensive.

For the brothers and sisters of Bingfeng who didn't even have food and clothing before, let alone taking it, they didn't even have the qualifications to take a look. At most, you can only dig out some waste medicines in the garbage heap, which is better than nothing.

Dozens of bottles of such a precious thing were suddenly placed in front of them at once, and both brothers and sisters had the feeling of being hit by a huge pie falling from the sky, as if they were in a dream.

"Brother, there's still a quenching spirit fluid here!"

Bing Xue'er opened a jade bottle again, and when she saw it, she called out in surprise. Like the Quenching Body Powder, the Quenching Body Spiritual Liquid is also an auxiliary medicine used to assist the cultivation of Quenching Body Realm martial artists, but the medicinal effect is better than that of the Quenching Body Powder, and the price is also more expensive.

Quickly opened the jade bottles one by one, and the two found that there were a total of twenty medicinal powders and ten spiritual liquids.

"Let's take a look at this again!"

He took out a somewhat broken beast skin scroll from his arms, saw the seal on it that was still intact, and felt the faint aura fluctuations in it, even with the heart of the soldier, his heart couldn't stop pounding.

If it was said that when he first heard that Liang Mancang was determined to obtain the ancient body quenching exercises, Bing Feng still secretly prayed, hoping that someone would be able to suppress the Liang family and let them draw water in a bamboo basket. At this time, he extremely expected that the Liang family could really beat the crowd and win the bid in one fell swoop.

"It must be a body quenching exercise!"

There are many folk legends about ancient exercise scrolls, and Bing Feng is no stranger to this. Trying to bite the index finger of his right hand, he let the blood slowly seep into the seal, staring at the ancient scroll in front of him, both apprehension and anticipation.

After a dozen breaths, as the blood continued to penetrate, the scroll finally slowly unfolded, and one by one the blurred handwriting slowly appeared. After another five or six breaths, the three big characters of "Nirvana Jue" first jumped into view.

"Whew", the brother and sister breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that the heart that had already mentioned the throat and eyes suddenly let go, and then bounced up and fell again. After repeating this several times, the two looked at each other, suppressed the ecstasy in their hearts, and continued to look down.

"Heaven and earth have reason, it is difficult to hear and see; The mind is empty and self-transforming, and it can be done at will...... After the completion of the deeds, the ...... of the pure body is achieved"

"It's ......"

When he saw the first type of "Wei Tuo Offering Pestle", Bing Feng couldn't stop shaking in his heart.

Huaxia Shaolin has two major martial arts secrets: the Yijin Sutra and the Washing the Marrow Sutra, which are said to have been written by the ancestor of Bodhidharma. However, due to the long inheritance, the original has long been lost, and there are countless versions of folk circulation.

In the modern era with the development of the Internet, some people have finally studied and synthesized the health qigong "Washing the Marrow and Yi Jin Sutra" according to various versions, but they have long lost the effect of the original "inner strength, outer strength".

Out of the needs of his work and his love of martial arts, Bing Feng searched on the Internet and studied it carefully. He clearly remembered that the first form was Wei Tuo's offering pestle.

Keep watching.

"Picking stars for fighting, nine ghosts pulling horses, and green dragons exploring claws......"

The moves are similar, the names are slightly different, but the formulas are very different. Is it a coincidence, or has someone on Earth ever been here, and if someone has been here before, would I have been able to return to Earth?