Hearing Han Zhongyuan's words of asking for money in a big circle, Zhang Xingxi suddenly became enthusiastic, and almost drew his sword and cut this guy.

Sure enough, he was just a mountain man with no vision, and he thought that Han Zhong would change if he entered the Wuyue Sect.

endured and endured, and finally endured the depression in his heart, "Don't you just want money?" I'll give it to you later. Zhang Xingxi almost gritted his back molars and said.

Han Zhongyuan shook his head, "If the money doesn't fall into your hands, forget it, if you don't give the money afterwards, who will I talk to?" ”

Zhang Xingxi's forehead was bruised, his hand pinched and pinched the hilt of the sword, and said coldly, "I don't have any money on me now, otherwise, do you want jade?" ”

"Jade? Baby, of course you can. Han Zhongyuan looked like he was looking at money.

Smoothly stroked the hilt of the sword, and the jade pendant hanging on the hilt was ripped off by Zhang Xingxi, and then thrown to Han Zhongyuan.

Han Zhongyuan caught it, looked at it again and again along the firelight, muttered in his mouth and didn't know what he was saying, and said after a while, "Aren't you quite rich?" But the grade of this jade is not good, it is not worthy of your identity, and you should prepare a more high-end jade pendant next time. ”

"I reluctantly accepted it this time."

When Zhang Xingxi heard this, his body trembled slightly.

His cold eyes stared at Han Zhongyuan, like a poisonous snake that would probe at any time.

Han Zhongyuan seemed to be startled by his eyes, and hurriedly stuffed the jade pendant into his arms.

Then he shrank his head back, and muttered quietly, "If you can't do it, you can't do it, what a stare, it's really picky." ”

As if he hadn't heard, Zhang Xingxi took out a long rope from the backpack he was carrying.

One end was tied to a stout tree, and the other end was thrown towards Han Zhongyuan, "You can go down." ”

Han Zhongyuan caught the rope and looked at the torch in Zhang Xingxi's hand again, "Can you give the root fire?" I'm a little afraid of the dark. ”

Zhang Xingxi didn't bother to talk to him, so he directly took out another torch, didn't light it, and threw it to Han Zhongyuan, "Don't tell me, you don't have a fire fold on you." ”

Putting the torch on his waist, Han Zhongyuan couldn't help but smile, "I was originally a mountain man, and you don't know that I can't bring such a necessary thing." ”

After grinding for a while, Han Zhongyuan slowly descended from the crack in the ground with a rope.

Han Zhongyuan went down to the ground for less than a moment, and Zhang Xingxi cut out with a sword and cut the rope directly.

He knew very well that he would definitely be fine if he fell into this rift, and at most he would suffer a little bit of flesh and skin.

Originally, he didn't want to do this, but he was really angry with Han Zhongyuan, and he didn't breathe this way, and he felt really uncomfortable.

As soon as the rope broke, there was a scream from the crack in the ground.

Zhang Xingxi put away his sword at this time, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his mood was much better.

In the crack of the ground, Han Zhongyuan held a torch in one hand and a bracelet in the other.

A thin silk thread is attached to the corner of the bracelet, which hangs from the protrusion of the rock wall.

The silk thread continued to be pulled out of the bracelet, and Han Zhongyuan slowly descended.

Just as he was halfway down, the rope that he had let go of and tied to the stone suddenly fell from above.

He stared in the direction the rope had fallen, cleared his throat, and let out a ghostly wolf howl.

After a while, the silk thread in the bracelet seemed to be ripped off.

Han Zhongyuan hung in the air, looking down.

Below was a layer of black soil, which seemed to be very soft, and the drunkard fell on top of the black soil, visibly sinking, and fell asleep.

Han Zhongyuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and lit the torch to the silk thread on the bracelet.

Hearing only a commotion, the silk threads burned out in an instant, and Han Zhongyuan also fell from the sky.

Because the height was not high and the black soil was soft, Han Zhongyuan didn't have anything to do.

Falling to the ground, Han Zhongyuan first looked at the bracelet in his hand, his eyes were full of pity.

The treasure that Li Boyang asked people to hand over to him is really very useful, but unfortunately the silk thread will harden after a long time, even if it is not burned, it is useless.

Put the bracelet on.

Han Zhongyuan held the torch and looked around.

He didn't see any strange creatures, only the black soil created by the decaying plants under his feet.

The surrounding rock walls are almost round, and they don't look like natural caves, but more like a low passage.

There was a pause.

Han Zhongyuan first found the rope and untied the stone tied to the rope.

Then the rope was thrown aside, and the stone was buried in the black earth.

By the way, I checked the life and death of the drunkard.

Well, the drunk is still alive, but his right arm is broken, and it seems that he is still peeing his pants, which is miserable.

After that, I couldn't resist my curiosity and walked down in the direction of the black soil.

Walking through a corner, the black soil suddenly disappeared, and the oppressive space was suddenly empty.

With the help of the firelight, Han Zhongyuan could clearly see that there was a dilapidated staircase that meandered upwards in front of him.

His eyes shrank, and instead of moving forward, he stepped back.

Retreating not far from the drunken ghost, Han Zhongyuan lay down on the black soil.

Although the smell of black soil is very bad, the feeling of this soft and soft elastic is really pleasant.

Han Zhongyuan closed his eyes and began to play dead.

Above.

Zhang Xingxi stood at the edge of the rift and listened.

I didn't hear any miserable cries for a long time.

Xu is that Han Zhongyuan was more lucky, he didn't break his arm or leg or anything?

Or did you just faint?

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't come to a conclusion.

Zhang Xingxi took out the rope from the package again.

After looking around, they ended up tied to the same tree.

He threw away the end of the rope that had been tied to the tree.

Then he picked up the torch and carefully slid down the chasm.

Not long after Zhang Xingxi went down, Li Boyang walked out of the shadows.

He looked at the taut rope and smiled.

Reaching out and touching the rope.

Li Boyang's rough creation of "My Heart Sutra" is very special.

With the idea of a part of the heart moving freely.

Although it is very crude, there is also a slight hint of mental interference with reality.

The martial arts technique of the Wuyue Sect has been completely opened to Li Boyang.

However, at this time, Li Boyang still did not choose to practice, and was still in the learning stage of laying the foundation.

It's not that he doesn't like it and doesn't want to practice.

Instead, Pharmacist Fei told him not to rush to choose the exercises first, and after he had a certain understanding of the basic martial arts, there were better exercises waiting for him.

As a result, these basic martial arts knowledge have instead become the nourishment for the "My Tempting Heart Sutra".

In a short period of time, "My Heart Sutra" has been deleted and revised several times.

Li Boyang did not change the original direction of "My Heart Sutra", and still focused on the spiritual aspect.

Gradually, the meaning of the spiritual interference of the "My Heart Sutra" in reality became heavier and heavier.

As long as Li Boyang wants to, it is a glass of white water, and he can also move it into sugar water.

The disadvantage is that it takes too long to change the reality, it consumes too much action, and it must be contacted to change, so it basically does not have any actual combat effect.

However, it is not difficult to envelop the movement on the rope and let it appear as a natural decay and break.

After a moment, Li Boyang let go of his grip on the rope.

I saw that where he was holding it, the color of the rope was slightly dull, and it was faintly black.

Li Boyang flicked his fingers, and the taut rope was bounced to a buzzing sound, and the blackened part of the rope silently broke a fiber, and then two, three......

Zhang Xingxi, who dragged the rope and slowly fell down the rock wall, vaguely noticed that something was wrong.

The rope seems to be a little too tight?

As soon as this thought flashed, a crackling sound was heard, and the whole person suddenly fell down.

Zhang Xingxi was shocked, but he was not in a hurry, directly ripped the rope on his waist, and then slapped it on the rock wall with his backhand.

The body obliquely avoided the falling rope, and then he took a breath and floated down.

It's a pity that the height is too high, and Zhang Xingxi's breath didn't reach the ground, so it dispersed.

Suddenly, it was like a stone, and the brush fell down.

Fortunately, Zhang Xingxi was calm enough and didn't panic to dance with his hands, and finally landed with his feet steadily.

But as soon as I landed, I felt a pinprick pain in my heel.

Zhang Xingxi couldn't hold back and screamed.

Jumped on one foot.

Holding back the pain, Zhang Xingxi held the torch and looked at it.

Only then did I see that at the place where he landed his right foot, under the black soil, there happened to be a sharp stone.

Zhang Xingxi was so angry that he almost couldn't help but draw his sword and split the stone.

He shuddered, his face turned blue and white for a while, and finally looked away.

I can only consider myself unlucky!

He limped to look at the rope to find out what was going on.

didn't know that he fell into Han Zhongyuan's eyes like this, and almost made Han Zhongyuan laugh.

Han Zhongyuan dared to swear that he really found a place to bury the stone casually, and he really didn't have any harmful intentions, who knew that it would be such a coincidence.

Just when Han Zhongyuan held back his laughter, trying to make his coma more real.

Zhang Xingxi had already picked up the rope.

Then his face turned dark.

There was no obvious cut at one end of the rope, but it was black on the inside, as if it were rotten.

Zhang Xingxi felt that he couldn't lift it in one breath at that time, and his heart was very blocked, no matter how you look at it, there was a problem with the rope he prepared, and it was cut off.

Are you so unlucky today?

The corners of Zhang Xingxi's mouth twitched, and he dropped the rope speechlessly.

After standing in place for a long time, Zhang Xingxi suppressed the anger that kept churning in his heart.

I turned around and checked on the half-drunk drunk.

Seeing that the drunk man really peeked as before, and broke a hand, the depression in his heart eased slightly.

Zhang Xingxi stepped over the drunkard and went directly to Han Zhongyuan.

The drunk is drunk and faint, and it is not realistic at all to wake up the other party at this time.

Zhang Xingxi didn't want to carry the drunk down.

No, Han Zhongyuan, who shouted before, immediately played a role.

Finding Han Zhongyuan, Zhang Xingxi glanced at it roughly and found that Han Zhongyuan was unharmed.

But it may be that the process of falling down was too terrifying and I fainted.

Zhang Xingxi took out the water bladder from his arms and poured it directly on Han Zhongyuan's face.

Han Zhongyuan's voice bounced directly from the ground, and he kept shouting, "If you want to die, you want to die, it's broken." ”

"What is broken? Shut up! Zhang Xingxi immediately shouted.

Han Zhongyuan seemed to have only come to his senses at this time, looked at it stupidly, and touched himself up and down, "Ha, I'm not dead?" ”

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