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After a few dead Po cypresses.

Shikong stopped, and through the gaps in the branches and leaves, he could see the scene in the forest in front of him.

Zen Shi approached step by step, Shi Kong frowned, this is not a weak opponent, with the strength of the herring, most of them can't escape the end of injury.

Call!

In the forest, Zen Stone shot, he is strong, as his name suggests, his boxing is as steady as a rock, strong and strong, a punch is punched, and the air suddenly gives birth to a whirring fist wind.

The blue fish's eyes were bright, the long sword was unfolded, the sword shadow was heavy, and a sword curtain was laid in front of him, as if the vast water mist had been lifted, and the image of the green lotus loomed in it.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Zen Shi snorted lightly, such a meticulous Qinglian swordsmanship, if it weren't for his internal strength, even if the little Arhat fist was also subtle, it might not be able to break it, this is the top swordsmanship of the Qinglian clan's famous Luming tribe, if it is about defense, the top ten clans are unsurpassed.

Bang!

Zen Shi's fist slammed into the sword curtain, and suddenly burst out with a little spark, his fist was undamaged, and the pale white internal force flowed, protecting the flesh and skin.

On the other hand, Qingyu's face became more and more pale, Zen Shi's fist was too heavy, even if he unleashed the Qinglian Sword Technique with all his might, it was still precarious, and the sword curtain shook, and it seemed that it would be broken at any time.

"It's not good, the herring can't hold on!"

"Damn, give up, can't let the herring fish fight hard!"

Qingwu helped Qingwu and Qinghu, the three of them looked at each other, they all clenched their teeth, and at the moment, it seemed that most of them would not be able to hold up the arrival of the seventh uncle.

Behind the three of them, a few feet behind, a few Po cypresses.

Shikong groaned, even if he rushed out at the moment, the other party still had a teenager who had practiced internal strength and did not make a move, and the real fight, not to mention the outcome of the battle, whether the two seedlings of medium deer blood rice could be taken away was also two words, and the other party's dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, and he may not make a move to destroy it.

After thinking about it for a while, Shi Kong slowly closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and landed on the hilt of the Mingyue Sword behind him.

The next moment, in Shi Kong's mind, a green lotus appeared, the water was rippling, the white mist was misty, and an indescribable aura rose from his body.

Woodlands.

The bald boy who was originally sneering indifferently changed color, and even the three hunters quickly changed their faces.

In the field, the Zen stone, which was about to tear apart the sword curtain with a punch, suddenly retreated, and he felt an indescribable sharp aura locked on his body, and in his mind, a slender figure faintly appeared, with the white mist steaming behind him, and a green lotus swaying in the wind.

"The prototype of the sword momentum!"

Zen Shi and the bald boy looked at each other in shock, and from this sword momentum, they clearly felt the breath of Qinglian swordsmanship, and the other party was a person from the Qinglian clan.

"Dare to ask which elder of the Qinglian clan has arrived!"

Zen Shi secretly clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, he couldn't figure out how the other party's speed was so fast, and how the powerhouse of the Qinglian clan arrived so quickly.

What's going on?

Regarding the reaction of the Zen Shi people, the three of Qingwu were confused, only the blue fish who had just fought with the Zen Stone faintly caught a trace of the qi lock that bypassed him, that kind of breath, it wouldn't be wrong, it's just ......

Qingyu hesitated a little, as far as he knew, his entire Qinglian clan, except for the seventh uncle and the fifth uncle, no one else had comprehended the sword momentum, as for the prototype of the sword momentum, could it be that which elder in the clan Qinglian had a breakthrough in swordsmanship?

Just as he was thinking, the faces of the five Zen Shi people on the opposite side became more and more ugly, because they didn't get the slightest response, but the rudimentary sword momentum that fell on their bodies became more and more intense, and they felt a huge mental pressure, and even the flow of internal force in their bodies became stagnant.

"Let's go!"

The next moment, Zen Shi gritted his teeth and turned around, the other party came to the elders who mastered the rudiments of the sword momentum, most of them were the second step of the Divine Fire Realm, or even the strongest people above the third step, and the elders of the Zen Clan who he begged for had not yet arrived, and if the stalemate continued, it would only be them who would suffer, and they would not be able to stop the other party from taking away the deer blood rice seedlings at all.

The bald boy and the three Orions all had extremely ugly faces, but they thought the same as Zen Shi, the reason why the other party didn't show up was because he held his own identity, and wanted to save some face for the five of them, and he didn't want to completely tear his face.

After a while, the figure of the five people of Zen Stone disappeared into the dense ancient forest, and at this point, after a few withered Po Bai, Shi Kong Fang opened his eyes, his face was slightly pale, urging the sword realm and maintaining it for such a long time was a huge test of his spiritual will, if the other party did not leave, he had to take it back and prepare to show up for a hard battle.

"Who is it?"

According to the direction of the prototype of the sword momentum, he faintly had a feeling that the person who made the move was behind the few dead Po Bai.

At this time, even if the three Qingwu were stupid, they understood that someone had taken action to help them scare back the five Zen Stones.

After a few Po Bai, Shi Kong breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head helplessly, originally, he didn't want to show his skills so early, but in his current state, he couldn't help but not make a move.

Raising his feet and stepping out, he walked out from behind the tree, Shi Kong looked at the four Qingwu and said calmly: "You're all right." ”

"Stone Sky!"

"It's you!"

"How is that possible!"

The three of Qingwu glanced at each other, a little incredulous, and it was Shi Kong, who had just practiced the Qinglian swordsmanship for less than two days, who had stunned the five people who had retreated from the Zen Stone with the rudimentary form of the sword.

Qingyu's eyes first showed a look of shock, and then it showed a bit of complexity, and now it seems that the other party's talent for the sword is far above his estimate.

What is the prototype of the sword potential, it can almost be regarded as a half-step sword potential, the Qingdi is in charge of the sword sect, looking at the entire Eastern Wilderness, there are countless sword practitioners, and the understanding of the sword is the first threshold for the sword to enter the room, looking at the ten major clans, there are definitely not many strong people who can comprehend the potential, they are all the last generation of strong people of each clan, as far as Qingyu knows, their generation, the Luming tribe He does not know, but among the ten major clans, I am afraid that he has not yet comprehended the existence of the sword potential.

"It seems that Shikong has already trained your internal strength?"

Qingwu hesitated a little, although he is humble on weekdays, but he is not ignorant, if he wants to urge the prototype of the sword momentum, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can do, ordinary people's bodies can't bear such majesty at all, only when he has practiced internal strength, and his physical strength has reached more than three stones, he can barely control it.

There is no concealment, and there is no meaning, Shi Kong simply nodded and admitted, but what he didn't say was that he had already opened up the four acupoints and was impacting the fifth acupoint, otherwise the four Qingwu would have to shake for a long time.

After a short shock, Qingwu carefully dug out the two deer blood rice seedlings by the roots, Shikong held the arms of Qingwu and Qinghu, and the five of them turned around and left, otherwise it would be difficult to be good if the strong man of the Qiu Zen clan noticed that something was wrong.

......

The five of them raised their feet and walked for a while, a figure flashed in the forest, this is a middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth, with an indifferent face, with two ring scars on his head, he looked around, frowned slightly, and snorted coldly, and said: "A good Qinglian clan, two medium deer blood rice, not so delicious!"

The mountain behind the Qinglian clan.

There is still a mountain road from the bottom of the mountain, and Shikong only feels that it is dark in front of him, and the burly figure of the seventh uncle appears in front of him.

"Seventh Uncle!" Qingwu said in surprise.

"Hurt. Uncle Seven's gaze swept over Qingwu and Qinghu, a fierce color appeared, and he said coldly, "What a Zen Clan, I Qingfeng wrote it down!"

Qingwu and Qinghu glanced at each other, Qinghu raised a foot and kicked Qingwu out, Qingwu staggered two steps, turned around and glared angrily, but soon showed excitement, took out a leather bag from his waist, looked at Uncle Seven, and invited him to say like a treasure: "Uncle Seven, look!"

What the!

Uncle Seven was slightly stunned, could it be ......

He snatched the animal skin bag and opened the mouth of the bag, only to see that in the bag, there were two seedlings that were more than three inches high, stained with moist soil and mud, and their whole bodies were as crystal as blood jade.

"Medium deer blood rice seedlings!"

Uncle Seven couldn't help but snort, how precious is deer blood rice, although inferior deer blood rice is common, but you can find so much every year, can't bear the entire Luming tribe, including the division of the ten major clans, to the medium deer blood rice, it is not generally precious, the ten major clans are average, and each family has less than ten plants, all of which are offered as treasures. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!There is a chapter before midnight, everyone later.) ）