Su Zimu made a move with all his strength, and as soon as he threw Wan Xiong out, he immediately got into the bushes on the other side.

In a hurry, he used too much force, and the anchor of Su Da instantly turned into a runaway human cannonball and disappeared into the dense bushes.

Mo Xingliang was about to be ashamed and give Su Zimu a painful lesson, letting him know what the end would be if he offended the Blood Demon Sect.

Which Cheng wanted a flower in front of him, swished twice, and there was an elongated scream on the right, and the trees on the left shook wildly, and dozens of feet away, a big tree fell down.

Mo Xingliang almost lost his anger and rushed into the bushes.

Wan Xiong flew out hundreds of meters before falling into the bushes, making his chest stuffy and his eyes black, and he almost lost his breath on the spot.

As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I immediately got up.

Am I the kind of person who doesn't pay attention to righteousness......

But there was still the shadow of Su Zimu, only the back of Mo Xingliang drilling into the bushes.

Su Zimu smashed a big tree headlong, even with his current physical strength, he couldn't help but be dizzy.

Mo Xingliang's evil star was behind him, Su Zimu didn't dare to slack off, and he took another vertical leap, and the branches in front of him twitched wildly, and the sound in his ears was endless.

Suddenly, his eyes were empty, and he was stunned to find that he had actually appeared above the forest, and was falling forward at a very high speed.

"Ahh

He didn't want to scream out, but he had never been an extreme sports enthusiast, and he didn't have the problem of looking for excitement to death.

Mo Xingliang found the right direction and chased after him, but before he could get closer, Su Zimu took off again and fell screaming.

In this way, the anchor of Suda kept jumping, and every time he could cross a distance of nearly 100 meters.

At the beginning, he couldn't control himself at all, either he fell when he landed, rolled out for a long distance before stopping, or inadvertently hit a tree, and the tree dozens of meters high was pressed into a slingshot by him, and with a bang, the unlucky child was ejected again.

Mo Xingliang chased him to the vicinity, and he had already identified the landing point of Su Zimu, and planned to be ruthless with him, but he wanted to be ejected by the big tree halfway, and he was so angry that his blood was up, and his seven orifices were smoking.

Su Zimu didn't care whether Mo Xingliang's fragile liver had suffered a critical hit, and he couldn't tell the direction anyway, so he simply looked in one direction, regardless of jumping forward.

As the old saying goes, practice makes perfect, and the more he jumps, really let him find a little skill, what angle is the most effortless to jump, what posture is the most secure, and how to avoid the ubiquitous branches and trunks.

When he mastered these tips, not only was he no longer afraid, but he found an extraordinary sense of excitement, and the miserable scream naturally ceased to exist.

The legendary martial arts masters with excellent light skills are probably like this feeling when they run wild!

Su Zimu thought happily.

He was happy, but he was bitter to Mo Xingliang, since there was no sound guidance, he could no longer find the right direction, and after a while, he lost the trace of Su Zimu.

I gritted my teeth for a while, but I could only go back in a daze.

With Mo Xingliang's seventh-order Qi cultivation cultivation, the explosive force is not inferior to Su Zimu, and he can also do this kind of headless and brainless jumping.

But Su Zimu is a forging rammer, with rough skin and thick muscles, strong bones, hitting a big tree and stone, or even kissing the earth is nothing, and he can recover in a blink of an eye.

Mo Xingliang can't do it, his physical strength is naturally much higher than that of ordinary people, but it can't be compared with the big old man who forges his body, he really dares to jump like this, I'm afraid that before he catches up with the target, he will have to play himself to death first.

There is a specialization in the art industry, only demon beasts will run around like this, and the mainstream monks are of course mainly flying with imperial weapons.

However, Mo Xingliang hadn't built a foundation yet, and he couldn't control the flying sword, so he could only watch Su Zimu escape.

The duck actually flew, and the furious Mo Xingliang cut off more than a dozen big trees in a row, so he could barely vent some of the negative emotions in his heart.

There are still a lot of left, but fortunately, it can't affect his sanity.

What about Su Zimu?

He has already played this leap out of the flower, one moment close to the ground galloping, the other jumping high and low, with the least movement, the most accurate output and the fastest speed, constantly refining this set of body techniques.

That's right, it's the body.

Although it is self-created, he feels that whether he is rushing or evading, it has a lot of effect.

By the time he found out that he had gotten rid of Mo Xingliang, it was already half an hour later.

With a long sigh of relief, Su Zimu hummed a song and continued to walk forward, this time there was no need to rush so much.

However, it is still necessary to grasp the situation in the vicinity, and every time he walks a distance, he has to jump up and observe the situation in the vicinity for a short period of time.

Su Zimu was a little worried about Wan Xiong's situation, but Mo Xingliang had been sucked away by him, and Wan Xiong should not be in danger.

Thinking of this, he became happy again, and even hummed a lot louder than the absurd tune.

The only bad thing is that he was separated from Wan Xiong, and he originally planned to get together with Wan Xiong and get familiar with this world before making plans.

Who would have thought that the plan would not change as fast as the surname, and let the surname Mo be mixed, and he could only feel what it was like to be a lone ranger in advance.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was already setting in the west, and Su Zimu thought that he was going to stay in the field for the night, but suddenly found a neat field in the distance.

He was so happy that he walked a few steps closer to finding a small village before the sun went down.

There are only 100 households in the village, and there is only one small shop in the village that integrates an inn, a warehouse and a hotel.

Su Zimu could not manage so much, touched the gold and silver in the bag, and strode in.

The shopkeeper was very eye-catching, and hurried up to greet him: "What does the guest officer want?" ”

Su Zimu sat down with a big sword: "If you have anything to eat, just bring it up!" ”

Xiao Er hurriedly confessed.

It turned out that this place was in the middle of nowhere, and there were few outsiders who usually appeared, and there was nothing else to eat except for a few pieces of vegetable cakes.

If you want to eat well, you have to pay first, buy and make it now.

Su Zimu was not in the mood to talk nonsense, and directly threw a small piece of broken silver to the shopkeeper: "Go buy chicken, buy meat, the sooner the better!" ”

Xiao Er hurriedly agreed, and happily went to the shopkeeper.

After a while, Xiao Er came back with two chickens, followed by two strong men who looked like hunters, and carried in something that looked like a sheep but not a sheep, and a deer but not a deer.

The shopkeeper did not give Orion a silver tael, but used some salt, a few pots of arrows, and a few other things as the price.

Not only was Orion not annoyed, but he was overjoyed and went with great gratitude.

Su Zimu was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he was relieved.

In such a place where the productive forces are not developed, money is not of much use, and bartering is more in line with the needs of the villagers.