It's hard to imagine that there is such a large lake in the middle of a mountain stream.

Although it is certainly not as good as the Zhenze Lake in Yunzhou, it is not small, looking down at Bawang Lake with the naked eye, when the water waves are stable, it can actually be seen to the end at a glance. It doesn't seem to be deep, but in fact, if an adult man jumps, he has to fall for a while before he can reach the bottom, and the sheer light makes people lose their judgment of the depth.

The water quality here is very good.

At least Wu Mourning had been to the ends of the earth, and the water quality there could not be compared to the lake water seen at this moment.

With the mentality of touring the mountains and rivers.

In the first two days, Wu Mian and Mei Fuzi were partners, taking a small boat and other hunter explorers, and made ten trips. And Zhengyangzi and the monk are about the same number, and they are already very different from touching this lake.

Even the cave at the end of the cave explores a large part of the entrance.

It was a big cavern.

Interestingly, the cave does not move downwards, but all the way up. After encountering some traces of historical artificially excavated excavations, they did not rashly explore inside.

Because Wu Mourning and the non-beheading monk vaguely felt it.

There's something in the depths of the cavern.

And it's not such a thing to mess with.,It's basically confirmed to be a ghost.。

"No rain tomorrow."

In the camp, it was already dusk.

After sitting quietly and feeling it for a while, Zhengyangzi gave a good news.

"Then let's find out tomorrow." Mei Jiexing directly filmed the case, they have been exploring for two days, and they have been quietly screening for two days, so they can't waste any more time.

If this treasure drags on for a long time.

Mei Fuzi thinks it's easy to get into trouble, especially the local merchant family in Changxing, and if you don't have to argue with you, you can discuss the ownership of the treasure of the Japanese Invaders.

Seeing that the others had no opinions, Mei Jiexing came out of the tent and instructed the warrior sledgehammer and the soldiers to take action tomorrow. Thanks to the retired soldiers, their participation suddenly increased the number of overstretched boats, and also gave Orion and Explorer a place to play.

But tomorrow when you enter the cave, Orion and the explorers will not follow together.

One is that the camp needs people to stay behind to respond, and the other is that they can play a small role, if a battle breaks out at the level of Qizang, the role that ordinary people can play is almost zero.

They don't need cannon fodder.

On the contrary, I feel that bringing ordinary people will be constrained.

"Don't cut it, I've been to both hands."

Wu Mourning habitually sent an invitation to the monk who did not cut it, which is also a night rest entertainment program for everyone in the past two days, watching the two martial artists fight each other to the flesh, and then Zhengyangzi will open the market, so that everyone can guess who will not be able to hold it first. Don't worry that someone will handle it, Wu Mourning and the monk are both angry and don't care about the little money.

Mei Jiexing called this a payback program.

"Good! After two hands, the little monk has studied the strength of your heart, and today it will be broken with a dragon elephant golden bell cover! As soon as the monk's eyes lit up, and as soon as he began to mourn with Wu, he was full of curiosity about his strength.

As a disciple of the sect.

Bu Chop has never seen such a complex and peculiar combination of strength, so he naturally gladly accepted Wu Mourning's invitation and studied and figured out how to deal with it.

Outside the camp, a basketball court was specially opened for the two of them.

In the light of the flickering fire of the campfire.

It can be seen that the monk who took off his shirt seems to be a bronze Buddha statue in the ancient temple of the temple, his toes grasp the ground and his hands are folded, revealing an invisible oppression, his momentum rises with the urging of qi and blood, even if he is far away, he can see the flow of solemn golden light on his body!

The streamlined muscles of Wu Mourning, who also took off his shirt, were extremely pleasing to the eye, and the flesh that had been tempered for thousands of years locked the surging of qi and blood, and every move of the warm-up was easy to involve the long-term watchers into bloody killing thoughts, resulting in a violent and tyrannical atmosphere, and I couldn't wait to participate in the killing!

The two of them stride forward! Face to face soon!

Bang!!!

Don't cut the monk and take the lead in throwing a punch!

Luohan punches! It is also called the Arhat opening the mountain gate!

A punch with the eight-point strength of a martial artist with Qizang smashed firmly on Wu Mourning's elbow block, and the distorted ripples visible to the naked eye were swinging out, and Wu Mourning's legs fell directly into the ground by an inch.

This punch smashed down, and the first-class martial artists would hurt their muscles and bones, but when it was smashed on the defense of Wu Mourning, it made Bu Chop feel that what he hit was not the human body, but a large piece of rubber filled with steel wires and iron blocks. His demon-subduing power was like a mud cow entering the sea, completely devoured by Wu Mourning's seemingly lean body.

"Drink!!"

Wu Mourning took a punch hard, unmoving, like a tall pine and cypress counterattack, and the blood was agitated and condensed with a punch to return!

Boom!!!

A simple swing fist smashed onto the metallic body that did not cut, and everyone in the martial arts arena only felt a feeling of suffocation in their chests, as if they were vomiting. It was as if this punch was not smashing the body, but a large bronze bell, and the fluctuations of the shock affected at least thirty meters away!

The monk only felt a fine tingling pain in his copper skin, and his legs also sank into the ground by an inch.

He grinned at Wu Mourning and blasted his fist again!

Rumble!!

Wu Mourning is also colored, you punch me, I will pay you back, today it will be up to who can't hold it first!

Boom! Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!!

The unpretentious beating of the two Qizang warriors can best mobilize the passionate yearning for power in people's hearts.

The thunderous sound of the hammer echoed around the lake, and every punch to see the lively punters would follow with a cheer, not only for their own treasure money, but also for the forerunners of the extreme one!

There are no bells and whistles.

The explosion of the scene deterred the birds and beasts in the nearby mountains and forests trying to get water to flee far away, and the terrifying two-legged beasts created this kind of movement, which was a nightmare for the creatures in the mountains.

Their bones reverberate with the fear of being easily torn and hunted by warriors.

Bang bang!!

To say the least, after a hundred punches, the strength of the two sides weakened.

Wu Mourning and the Bu Behead Monk were uncomfortable, and they began to sweat on the surface of their bodies and their hearts and intestines were shaken.

One is the strength with the characteristics of destroying and destroying, and the tenacity of Futu, after a long time, it will naturally destroy the qi and blood channels from the subtleties, and the superposition should not be underestimated. The other strength is fierce and unparalleled, like a big bell, but it can countershock the strength, and hit him with great strength to return three points to impact himself.

And this is all a situation where both sides simply rely on their physique and blood to fight each other.

It's like two fierce beasts fighting to determine their status!

"They played hard today."

Mei Jiexing came to Zhengyangzi, took out a treasure note and threw it to Nage, who represented Wu Mourning.

"Not slashed with extraordinary talent, born with divine power, copper skin and iron bones, and recognized by the dragon god relics, the power of the dragon elephant is in hand, in the first three of the Qizang, few people can match his pure blood and flesh against the bombardment energy."

Zhengyangzi usually comments on the bald donkey.

"What about Xinzhuo?"

The pretty Taoist priest paused for a moment and replied helplessly.

"Futu in the army, pines and cypresses in the mountains, it's hard to believe that he has refined his body to this extent at the age of sixteen or seventeen."

"Who do you think will win tonight?"