The Masked Man's carelessness made him lose at first, and after a few moves, he quickly realized that he might not be able to defeat him, and his heart suddenly became anxious to find a way out.

A trance was caught by Zhang Qixun, and he whipped it with one leg in the air, directly pumping the masked man out and crashing into the big tree behind him.

The knife in the masked man's hand flew away, clutching his chest and falling to the ground, the left chest was obviously sunken in, and his throat emitted a bellows-like inhalation sound.

"You...... Ahem...... It's worthy of the Zhang family, cough cough...... I was careless." The masked man struggled to roll over, his wheezing voice growing more rapid.

The drizzle gradually became heavier, and the raindrops fell more and more rapidly, hitting the leaves, making a rustling and sobbing sound, and the air seemed to be covered with a veil of moisture.

Suddenly, he chuckled, walked over and picked up the Tang knife on the ground, stood half a meter in front of the half-dead masked man, and said coldly: "Conceit seems to be really a common problem of your Wang family, how about it, are you still satisfied with this way of death?"

The blood choked out of the mask's mouth flowed down his chin and fell to the ground, his eyes widened when he heard the words, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty, struggling to grab Zhang Qixun's feet, but in the end he could only hang down weakly, and the last bit of light in his pupils dissipated, and he was unwilling to die of anger.

Zhang Qixun waited for a while, and saw that he was indeed not moving, so he used a knife to pick off the mask on his face.

When he saw this person's face clearly, he sighed lightly, to be honest, putting aside the hideous and frozen expression when he was dying, this guy is quite handsome, and he is estimated to be in his twenties.

Squatted down and groped with his left hand behind his ear, but he didn't find anything unusual, and it seemed that this guy was using his original face.

Zhang Qixun took off the black clothes on his body again, and then baked it from his neck with a lighter, and sure enough, he found a little dark red in the position of his lower back, and continued to burn in that small area, and soon, a palm-sized phoenix tattoo emerged little by little.

Zhang Qixun's eyes lit up suddenly, but he knew what this tattoo looked like, while the temperature had not cooled down, he quickly took out the camera from the space, took a few photos in a hurry, checked and confirmed that it was clearly recorded, and then put away the lighter and restored his clothes to their original state.

Although it was a hostile relationship, he was very humanitarian.

There is no special imprint pattern found on the silver mask, it is just an ordinary fox face mask, but I don't know what level the silver mask belongs to in the hierarchy of the Wang family, but it is estimated that it is not a very important role.

This person should be the contact person who monitored the actions of Zhang Qixun after "A Ning" mixed into the team.

It may be that the death of "A Ning" was too sudden, and their superiors could only send him to continue to monitor the surroundings, but because of Chen Wenjin's appearance, he was exposed.

Zhang Qixun glanced around the surrounding bushes, I don't know how many people they sent this time, but since they have already scared the snakes, they will definitely be more cautious in the future, and it will be difficult to catch these rats.

Putting the mask into the space, Zhang Qixun dragged the corpse to the side and stuffed it into a bushy place, and after cleaning up the traces of the battle, he looked at the unfamiliar environment around him and scratched his face a little dazedly.

Fang Cai only cared about chasing people, and he didn't have time to turn the right direction, and after running wildly, as expected, he got lost.

"." Zhang Qixun wiped his face, a little embarrassed.

[Dear system, show your host a way.] ]

Although the system cannot accurately navigate, it is still no problem to point out the general direction.

[37 degrees south-east] system abbreviation.

[Thanks.] ]

Zhang Qixun adjusted the direction of the compass on his watch, put the straight knife into the space, and then carried the captured Tang knife and walked in the direction pointed by the system.

Not far away, he suddenly thought of something, and said to the system, [Do you know where the little brother's black gold ancient knife was lost? ]

Anyway, it's already out of the team, so it's better to get the knife back by the way

Come.

【24° South-West】

[Okay.] Zhang Qixun nodded, changed directions, and continued to chat with the system, [Why aren't you dormant this time?] ]

[The energy absorbed by Qinling is temporarily sufficient, and when the Zhangjia Ancient Building is over, you may need to go again]

[No problem.] Zhang Qixun made an OK gesture.

After walking for more than two hours, the scene in front of me gradually became familiar.

Zhang Qixun returned to the place where they had fought the two pythons before.

The stumps and broken leaves remained in place, but the body of the python was gone, and I don't know if it was taken away by the pheasant's neck or eaten by other beasts in the jungle.

There may be more ferocious beasts still wandering around, and Zhang Qixun didn't delay any longer, looking for it in the direction where the black gold ancient knife flew out last in his memory.

"Weird, where did the knife go?"

I wandered around there for half an hour, but I didn't even notice a shadow.

The rain became more and more severe, and people couldn't even open their eyes, so Zhang Qixun had to rest under a tree for a while, and took out the things in the space to build a simple tent to shelter from the rain.

After eating the self-heating meal, Zhang Qixun laid out his sleeping bag and lay on it, listening to the sound of rain idly, the ground under this tree is a little higher, and the rain will not pass through here even if it forms a stagnant flow.

Wait a minute, Zhang Qixun's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, Made, he knows where the black gold ancient knife is.

Zhang Qixun turned over and jumped up, looked at a tree, climbed up in three or two, and pulled the canopy to check.

This one doesn't, replace it with another tree.

Braving the rain, he climbed five trees one after another, and finally found the black gold ancient knife obliquely inserted in a hollow in the heart of a crooked neck tree with a trunk that looked a bit like a forked five-finger mountain.

Zhang Qixun was overjoyed, "I can be regarded as finding you."

This big tree hole grew cleverly, it is estimated that it was bitten by insects, and then after thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, it slowly decayed, became bigger and bigger, and finally became what it is now.

Wrapping the black gold knife in bandages, Zhang Qixun climbed down the tree, nested back under the tent, and continued to hurry when the rain was lighter.

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Lens cutback.

Wu Xiaoxie and the others were dripping in waist-high muddy water, looking at the direction in which Zhang Qixun and the little brother were chasing each other, and looked at each other.

"Why did the two of them run away separately?" The fat man was shocked and wondered, "Could it be that Chen Wenjin who came out of the mud will be a clone?" Shall we split up and chase after each other?"

Pan Zi lit the lamp and shone on the dark and oppressive dense forest, and sighed, "I can't catch up, they run too fast, just drill somewhere in the swamp, it's so dark now, you can't find it even if you break your head."