I walked with my head bored, and without saying a word, both teammates died.

Silent, giving an absurd scribble.

Very philosophical.

Life is impermanent, like a mayfly in heaven and earth.

They all came back to life in Qingquan Village, but on the way, they died so easily.

Life is like a mustard.

Important:

Both of them died.

Why didn't he die?

Lin Feng stood aside and let out a long breath.

Not to mention the protagonist's aura, there is no protagonist's aura in this broken game, and the protagonist has been dead.

Squatting down, Lin Feng turned over the downed guide, and the guide opened his eyes, ghostly, and grinned at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was expressionless.

A sword into the throat.

The dragon and tiger qi crit, the yin soul wailed, and it was gone.

He took the guide's clothes and wiped his sword.

The guide was silently harmed by the ghost, and Zhu Baihu had a dragon and tiger aura on his body.

Therefore, Zhu Baihu was probably not taken away by the ghost.

As soon as he turned around, Zhu Baihu's lips were swollen and cracked, black blood flowed out of his mouth, and the inside of his nose began to bleed.

It's poison.

Drug addict?

Is it the poison in the mountains of Xiangxi?

Lin Feng came to a conclusion, which was even more strange.

So why is he okay?

Is it the power of the mountain god?

I didn't expect [Mountain God's Power] to have such benefits.

In an instant, the two people who were still alive just now became corpses, three people, and only one Lin Feng remained.

The dragon and tiger qi blessed him with no harm to his soul.

[The power of the mountain god] protects him from poison.

He is the person who is most adapted to life in the mountains.

Who would have thought that the rookie at the beginning, after a game, would become an old driver in this team.

Lin Feng looked at the two companions who had died, and from their bodies, he took off the water bladder, food, and some medicinal herbs, and sachets and hung them on himself.

The sachet on the guide's body smells strong.

Zhu Baihu's sachet has no smell.

It seems that Zhu Baihu's problem appears here.

As for some strange things, here is talking about many evil magic weapons on the guide's body, and he didn't take them.

Fishing for things that are out of the way, and he is angry.

took his waist card from Zhu Baihu, put it in his arms, picked up the map, took a cursory glance, and walked forward.

There is only one road ahead, no need to choose.

There are several places on the map, circled in blood ink.

Lin Feng felt that this might mean danger.

Lin Feng held the map in his hand, and entered the "determination" shallowly, [Sword Heart Tongming] did not feel danger, and there was no danger signal in the wind.

Unlike in the fog, Lin Feng felt that he had entered the "Ding" this time, and the entire mountains of Xiangxi were extremely welcoming to him.

It's like a child coming home.

Following the wind and leaving his body, Lin Feng saw that the woods were densely packed with yin spirits, they were all hiding behind the trees, pulling the trunk to peek at him, and found that Lin Feng saw them, these yin spirits suddenly became manic, and the compelling yin qi slapped towards him from all directions.

I don't know why, Lin Feng felt that these yin spirits were just like that compared to the nematodes.

You can see it all.

He wasn't so afraid.

Just kill if you can.

Moreover, he did not feel a trace of threat in these Yin Spirits. Before he could move his sword, a tiger roar came from behind him.

Those ghosts suddenly dispersed, and Lin Feng also felt that his "fixed" state had been broken.

"Is the dragon and tiger really a tiger roaring? Is there a dragon chant too? ”

Lin Feng was surprised.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt that he had inhaled an extra wisp of air, reaching his lungs.

He was sure that the mountains of Xiangxi really took care of him as his own, he opened his mouth and gently exhaled a breath, the nine grades of shaman priest practice are called qi collection, and the upper eight grades are called qi nourishment, the difference is that the wind spirit chose Lin Feng's lungs, and over the years, he warmed the whole body from the lungs, collected the qi in the lungs, and exhaled it when he used it.

Qi collection is not very powerful, at least it can't appear like a Lin Feng, outside the body.

Maybe it's not as good as being stupid.

After all, even the people with souls were sold to the Yaksha King, and Lin Feng just picked up some wool from the wind of the Creator.

When it comes to nourishing qi, Lin Feng manipulates the wind around him and blesses the wind on himself, for example, when he runs, he runs faster, and when he uses a sword, the sword is sharper.

When the time comes, even if he is a Taoist master, when he sees Lin Feng, he will be praised, "Sword Immortal".

However, these are a little far away for the time being, and now the sword immortal is a little precarious.

There was no choice to quit, Lin Feng planned to go forward on his own and see what was ahead.

After staying here for a while, about a hot tea effort, Lin Feng felt that there was a feeling of "needles on his back" behind him, as if some big danger was approaching.

The wind had become a little louder, and the leaves rattled and urged him to go first.

Get away from here.

Glancing towards the heavenly dome, Lin Feng had a feeling between this web-like dense forest.

It's a little dark.

Even in the air, there is a smell of dampness.

It's going to rain!

Although Lin Feng didn't have much common sense and didn't have any valuable experience in protecting forests in the deep mountains, he also knew that being wet in the deep mountains was not a good thing.

Rain can take away heat from the body, causing people to die of hypothermia.

This is the mountains.

If he was unlucky, a thunderbolt could kill him.

"Two, see you in the next few lives, go first!"

Lin Feng said politely, pulled his legs and left.

His speed is not unfast, but the distance between the mountains and the plains are completely different things.

Neither can the road conditions.

There was no landslide, and it wasn't much better.

Rao is his legs and feet are strong, but the Lord of Heaven still quickly changed his face, and in the sky, the stone castle-like cumulonim thunderclouds obscured the sky tightly.

The rumbling thunder came from a distance from time to time, and Lin Feng panicked.

Tianwei!

The raindrops the size of copper coins had not yet fallen, but the darkness around them was visible to the naked eye, and even the ghosts that came and went around them disappeared, and they didn't know where to hide.

Lin Feng had a feeling.

The mountains with the sun and the mountains without the sun are completely different places.

It seems that under the first thunder, the entire deep forest has changed.

As the saying goes, on the night of thunder and lightning, the ghosts and evil spirits must lie dormant, otherwise they will be killed by the thunder in the sky.

But this is Xiangxi, and Lin Feng doesn't know how true or false the words of those old people are true.

Pulling open the map, Lin Feng found that the Xishen Inn that the guide said was still three miles away from here.

It's also close to the left.

Even if the guide said that the inn was evil, he couldn't care about it.

I don't have a choice.

Between being struck by lightning, being caught in the rain and temporarily sheltering from the limelight, Lin Feng chose to temporarily avoid the limelight first.

Another thunderclap sounded, and Lin Feng felt that the hairs on his arms stood on end.

He spread his legs and ran towards the Xishen Inn, which inevitably deviated a little from the right path.

Drilling into the depths of the forest, Lin Feng forgot one thing.

He doesn't have a compass.

There are no stars in the sky.

There is also no sun.

How does he find his way?