Chapter Seventy-Eight: Hibernation

The female disciple of the Chessboard Sect widened her eyes, and the cultivator in front of her, who was even lower than herself, actually laid out ten second-order formations in the blink of an eye?!

Even if the senior brother takes action in person, it may not be so easy, could it be that this person's attainments in the formation have surpassed that of the senior brother?!

That's impossible!!

Jiang Ze didn't care what she was thinking, just stared at the water.

The bottom of the river was silent, and the occasional fish swam past the two of them, unaware of their presence.

The two of them waited at the bottom of the river for half an hour, and the female disciple's clothes were already soaked by the river, and the clothes fluctuated with the current, and the graceful and delicate body appeared from time to time.

Jiang Ze glanced at it inadvertently, and nodded thoughtfully, it turns out that not all young people are well nourished!

happened to meet the gaze cast by the female disciple, and the female disciple was ashamed and annoyed, and slapped Jiang Ze in the face.

Jiang Ze was almost broken by her sudden blow, and choked on two mouthfuls of river water.

After calming down in his chest, Jiang Ze glared at her viciously.

The female disciple struggled to go out, but was trapped by the ten hidden formations arranged by Jiang Ze and couldn't get out.

At this moment, Jiang Ze noticed something unusual above the water, and pressed her down.

The female disciple was about to get angry, when she saw a figure on the surface of the river, the sword swept quickly, and from the reflection, she could vaguely discern that the figure was missing an arm, and it was actually the middle-aged monk!

The female disciple no longer struggled, but unconsciously leaned towards Jiang Ze, as if she had found a sense of security from him.

After the middle-aged monk left, he didn't find that the monks who were heading in the direction of the stone palace were all rushing to the entrance of the fourth floor.

Sensing that something was wrong, the middle-aged monk suddenly woke up, immediately turned back, and angrily searched for a hundred miles in a radius, but never found any trace of the two.

The two of them saw the reflection of the middle-aged monk back and forth on their heads, and their hearts were pounding.

I can't beat him, and I can't escape as fast as him, so I can only hide from the limelight at the bottom of the river.

The middle-aged monk searched for nothing but to avail, and frantically slashed out countless Dao Gang Qi to vent his anger.

It was actually tricked by a third-order ant in the military realm, resulting in such a huge hidden danger.

A series of explosions and trees crashed along the riverbank, and the river was swelled by the surging water.

Looking at the undulating river, the middle-aged monk seemed to think of something, and jumped into the river with his qi protection!

Seeing the middle-aged monk suddenly burrow into the water, the two of them were scattered in an instant, could it be that he noticed the traces?!

Jiang Ze tightly squeezed the Rain Master Temple token in his sleeve.

According to Yu Zhi, in the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, this token can enter and exit the Rain Master Temple at any time.

If he is helpless, Jiang Ze can only expose this hole card.

The middle-aged monk drove a long sword to break the waves at the bottom of the river, and passed by Jiang Ze and the others several times.

The female disciple was very afraid of the middle-aged monk and kept squeezing Jiang Ze.

Although Jiang Ze was also full of anxiety, he had to pat her back to comfort her a little, so as not to show her feet.

After searching the bottom of the river several times, the middle-aged monk took out the female disciple's stone magic weapon and tried to find the female disciple's traces with this object.

Jiang Ze glanced at the female disciple and saw that there was no panic in her eyes, Fang breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged monk had already spent a lot of time on the third floor of the Immortal Mansion Ruins, and the gains outweighed the losses.

After several investigations to find nothing, the middle-aged monk was unwilling to drag it any longer, so he directly broke through the water and rushed into the air, turning into a ray of light and flying towards the fourth layer of the Immortal Mansion Ruins.

The two of them endured holding back at the bottom of the river for half an hour, and seeing that the middle-aged monk did not come back, Jiang Ze withdrew the concealment formation and surfaced with the female disciples of the chessboard sect.

After the female disciple came ashore, she immediately took out the jade bottle from her arms, poured out a mellow pill and swallowed it with her mouth open, and began to breathe internal injuries with her knees crossed.

After a short time, the true qi in her body can run slowly, and although it is slightly blocked, it will not prevent her from recovering.

Jiang Ze took out the kraft paper in the baggage, only a small part of it was wet, and he was sure that he might still be able to use it in the sun.

When she was almost recovered, the female disciple asked Jiang Ze: "Who are you, why did you save me?"

"You don't really think that Ling Xuan asked me to save you, right?" Jiang Ze spread out the wet kraft paper to dry, and replied casually: "If you want to find him to give him a hug, you have to take care of the relationship yourself, don't ask if you have any of these, you just need to tell me where the entrance to the fourth floor is, and we don't owe each other!"

The female disciple was stunned for a moment, thinking that he would make excessive demands on this basis, but she didn't expect that she was just asking for directions.

"Phew, you just want to find him to give him a hug!" the female disciple said angrily.

"Did you go to such great lengths to save me just to ask for a way, and didn't want to make some gains?" the female disciple wondered.

Jiang Ze looked her up and down, and he had nothing to lose: "The most valuable magic weapon on your body has been snatched away by the middle-aged monk, what benefits do you have?"

The female disciple said angrily: "Those few star chess pieces belong to Senior Brother, if you lose them, you will lose them, let him leave me here, and I was almost killed..."

Seeing that he seemed to see himself as useless, the female disciple was a little unconvinced, crossed her waist and said, "Don't you think I'm worth more than those broken stones?"

"You?" Jiang Ze glanced at her, "It's too young to be interested." ”

Seeing that Jiang Ze had misunderstood what she meant, the female disciple's face instantly turned crimson: "Color embryo! I mean my identity! Could it be that the identity of the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect is not valuable?!"

Jiang Ze glanced at her: "Don't you count whether it's worth it or not, didn't the middle-aged monk tell you with his actions before?"

The female disciple was angry but couldn't argue with it, and she was so aggrieved that she almost cried.

Jiang Ze asked casually while turning over the kraft paper, "Are you Qipan Sect disciples so idiots?"

I haven't recovered from the last blow yet, and it's another blow!

The female disciple couldn't help it, hugged her knees and cried.

Jiang Ze was inexplicable, seeing that she looked indifferent, he nodded and said, "Oh, I understand." ”

Hearing him say this, the female disciple cried even louder.

Jiang Ze doesn't care about this, he is not the nanny of the chessboard sect. He took a piece of brown paper and placed it in front of her, and instructed, "Just draw a general direction." ”

The female disciple sobbed as she drew the location of the entrance to the fourth floor.

Jiang Ze put away the dried kraft paper, picked up the map and got up to leave.

Seeing that he was so decisive, the female disciple pulled his sleeve in panic: "You just left like this?!"

The shadow left by the middle-aged monk made her feel like a frightened deer, how could she give up this hard-won sense of security.

Jiang Ze pulled his sleeves and said disgustedly: "Don't make trouble, I still have urgent matters!"

The female disciple looked at Jiang Ze with autumn in her eyes, and pleaded: "You are so smart, take me with you, I promise not to cause trouble for you." ”

Jiang Ze flatly refused: "That's not good, you look like this... Walking together is a big problem!"

"I still have a spare transfiguration mask!" the female disciple quickly took out a transfiguration mask and covered it over her face.

Jiang Ze couldn't help her, if she left this kind of idiot here, she might not survive to close the Xianfu Ruins, so she had to sigh and said, "Change your clothes too, it's too eye-catching." ”

The female disciple was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Didn't Senior Brother say that wearing sect clothes can save a lot of trouble?"

Jiang Ze was about to mention the negative example of a middle-aged monk, but the female disciple of the Chessboard Sect saw that she was about to hit her again, and hurriedly replied: "I understand, I understand!

After saying that, he walked into the forest, and there was a sound of ridicule in the forest, and after a while, he changed into worldly clothes.

Jiang Ze looked at her, and it was indeed a big change.

Seeing that she didn't have any baggage on her, Jiang Ze was very curious about where these clothes came from.

Then he asked, "Where did you come from?"

The female disciple tightened her belt and asked suspiciously: "Of course it's the Sumeru ring, don't you get tired of carrying so many things when you go out without the Sumeru ring?"

Jiang Ze seemed to have his throat stalked, it turned out that there was really such a person as 'why not eat minced meat'.

The Sumeru Ring is a space magic weapon, and it can only be created by at least a sixth-order carving master, and the required material is the existence of a top-level divine material.

"Ahem..."Jiang Ze tried his best to hide his short-sightedness caused by poverty, "Of course you can't bring this, quickly change it into a burden and carry it on your back!"

After some tinkering, Jiang Ze was finally satisfied, and took her all the way to the fourth floor of the Immortal Mansion Ruins.

Jiang Ze thought about throwing this fart worm to her senior brother after reaching the fourth floor.

The two walked side by side, and the female disciple asked, "I don't know what your name is?"

"Refraction. Jiang Ze casually said a name.

Female disciple: "My name is Linglong, the eighth order of the military realm!"

"Hmm. Jiang Ze replied casually and did not talk to her anymore.

Seeing that he didn't care about himself, Linglong had to be bored with herself.

It took about four hours to reach the entrance to the fourth floor.

From time to time, monks came from all directions, and fearing that the middle-aged monk might be squatting at the portal, Jiang Ze grabbed Linglong's wrist and rushed straight into the portal.

As soon as he stepped into the fourth floor, Jiang Ze only felt chills all over his body, and when he looked at it, it was a snowfield in front of him!

The sky seemed to have broken open, and endless snowflakes fell like goose feathers.

The sky was dark, the snow was dense, and the visibility was less than three feet.

The snow field was covered with knee-deep snow, and despite the true qi to protect his body, Jiang Ze was still shivering from the cold.

Although Linglong's cultivation beside him was much higher than him, his face was still pale from the cold.

Jiang Ze sacrificed the refraction to speed up the exit from the snowfall area, but he knew that the sword could only be three inches above the ground.

Suddenly remembered that Lian Shan had said that there was a forbidden space formation on the back three layers of the Immortal Mansion Ruins, so he had no choice but to give up the imperial sword.

In the vast white snow, the two of them couldn't figure out the direction, so they had to look at a direction, and walked forward one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the footprints behind them were buried by the snow in a few moments.

I don't know how long they walked, but their senses were numb, and their true qi was exhausted unconsciously!

At this time, the two of them realized the strangeness of this snow field, the cold wind could not only directly invade the body through the true qi, but the falling snowflakes would continue to extract the true qi from the body!

"Let's go... Can't move!" Linglong said weakly, gasping behind her.

Jiang Ze had already overdrawn his true qi, and he was only supported by his will.

Seeing Linglong kneeling on the snowfield, Jiang Ze stopped, looked at the vast snowfield and sighed and said, "Rest." ”

Hearing this heavenly sound of 'rest', Linglong seemed to be relieved, and her consciousness instantly fell into a blur.