can't be shaken, this result is expected, but this unmoving appearance is also unexpected.

Sui Mirage didn't look like anything, he continued to charge his strength, and retreated behind after calmly striking three blows.

Sui Mirage didn't work, and everyone looked at each other one by one. I don't have the desire to try it.

Yun Xuchuan: "Everyone goes to try three times, and if it doesn't work, they will retreat." ”

Everyone went up one by one, no matter how majestic the bells and whistles in front of them, they couldn't splash in the bamboo forest.

It was Yun Xuchuan's attack that made Zhao Fushuang's eyes light up.

Sai Hei Birch is worthy of being the king of the wood, this powerful tree comes out, the silver and white light flashes, with three points of coercion, even if it falls in the bamboo forest does not cause waves, but there is also a kind of momentum that does not give an inch.

After Yun Xuchuan attacked, Zhao Fushuang commented: "You should marry my sister, you are the king of the wood, and the other is bloody, this is still very interesting." ”

Yun Xuchuan paused, and glanced at her with cool eyes.

Zhao Fushuang added slowly, "However, my sister doesn't seem to like you." ”

Everyone: "."

In the end, after everyone made a move, Zhao Fushuang showed the Lingze Sword, and when the sword was drawn, there was no sword aura overflowing when the sword was drawn for the first time, and the Lingzejian was obedient like a child, letting her play with a sword flower.

The three swords were swung, and the same bamboo forest did not fluctuate at all.

But Zhao Fushuang's calmness in using the Spirit Sword still made Yun Jian and Yun Xuchuan stunned.

It is clear that Yun Xuchuan is still very difficult when he uses the Spirit Sword Sword, it all depends on the mood of the Spirit Sword Sword, but how can this sword be as obedient as a child when it reaches Zhao Fu's hands? !

Later, everyone used wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and even joint forces, but they couldn't help the bamboo forest.

Everyone had no choice but to give up.

Yun Xuchuan said: "Twelve million bamboos, we can only disperse to distinguish the breath, and gather here in three days." ”

Zheng Jianing: "Just to distinguish the breath?" As you said, the smell of each bamboo is different depending on the environment in which it grows, so how can we know which one or which piece is problematic? ”

Everyone looked at Zhao Fushuang, the person who was obsessed with her breath was Zhao Fushuang, so there must be a reason for the difference in her obsession.

Zhao Fushuang: "Don't look at me, how do I know?" ”

She just thought of the breath on Yi Huang's body, sweet and fragrant, smelling a refreshing feeling, more scratching than the smell of bamboo here, so she remembered that the smell of bamboo is not the same.

If you want to ask her specifically what she is looking for, she really doesn't know.

Zhao Fushuang said: "Is there a high chance of bamboo appearing in this stone house?" ”

Yun Zhi: "Large, almost half of the stone houses have the shadow of bamboo, bamboo shoots, tender bamboo, Tongtian bamboo, and bamboo forests like this have appeared. ”

Zheng Jianing: "The mountain owner on this Mayfly Mountain is made of bamboo, and these Seven Tears Realm is on the Mayfly Mountain, is it possible that the mountain owner is related to the Seven Tears Realm?" ”

Yun Jian shook his head, "It shouldn't be, have you ever heard of the saying that the Seven Tears Realm will attack the mountain master?" From the black silk covering the mountain lord's eyes that day, it can be seen that the Seven Tears Realm attacked the mountain lord should be a fact, and if the Seven Tears Realm has to have something to do with the mountain lord, it shouldn't be a good relationship. ”

Only Yun Xuchuan glanced at Zhao Fushuang thoughtfully: "You mean, among so many bamboos, looking for the same bamboo as the mountain master's breath?" ”

Zhao Fushuang: "."

That's pretty much what it means, but even she thinks it's ridiculous.

Yun Zhi: "I'm afraid this won't work, none of us have been in close contact with the mountain lord for a long time, how can we distinguish the breath of the mountain lord?" ”

Zhao Fushuang also knew that his idea was a little ridiculous, so he only said: "In short, if the key here is to appear in the smell, let's look for it separately, it may be a certain root is different, or it may be a certain piece of difference, in short, if there is a difference, it will definitely be discovered." ”

Everyone started to act in eight directions, Ah Bao followed Zhao Fushuang because he did not cultivate, and Xie Zhiyu, who had the lowest cultivation, was accompanied by Zheng Jianing.

The direction of travel of Zhao Fushuang and Ah Bao is northwest.

Zhao Fushuang and Ah Bao walked slowly all the way, the breath of each bamboo was different, but there was no one or which piece was special.

After wandering in the bamboo forest for a day and a night, Zhao Fushuang suddenly discovered a strange thing.

She and Po seem to be in a trance.

She couldn't find her way out!

Moreover, there was fog in the bamboo forest, and the vision was getting worse and worse, and the fog was weird, and the divine sense could not penetrate it.

Suddenly the fog falls, and there is a change, and it is no longer repeated in an hour, indicating that the story has advanced!

This feeling of going back and forth without his control is really bad, but Zhao Fushuang still calms down and continues to move forward.

Walking carefully in the mist for an hour, Zhao Fushuang found another problem, this mist not only has the effect of isolating the divine sense, but also seems to have the effect of chaotic bamboo breath.

It also proves that she has indeed found the right direction for the breath of bamboo!

Seeing that Zhao Fushuang had been going around in circles, Ah Bao also noticed the difference, and asked ignorantly: "Sister, why is it foggy?" ”

"Follow me."

Ah Bao snorted: "Sister, I'm hungry." ”

Zhao Fushuang threw a handful of purple salvia to him, "Follow closely." ”

Zhao Fushuang wandered in the bamboo forest for another day, and there was still no way out, and it seemed that the fog was getting bigger and bigger, and the smell of bamboo was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish.

She leaned against a bamboo and pondered, she must have been close to the bamboo she was looking for, so she suddenly became foggy, chaotic and isolated, to prevent them from continuing to investigate.

Moreover, she had a hunch that this kind of change should only happen to them, and the others should be fine.

Therefore, the more this time, the more she can't be disturbed.

As the fog grows bigger and bigger, the eyes can't see, and the smell of bamboo can only be distinguished by getting close to the bamboo and smelling it carefully.

Sniffing all the way, it seems to be back in place.

Back and forth, she seemed to be spinning in place all the time.

I can't get out of the predicament, but I'm afraid that it will be difficult to find the truth in the end.

Zhao Fushuang pondered for a long time, took out a piece of black silk from the space container and blindfolded it.

What is desperately trying to hide here is the breath, which means that the breath is very important!

She has always believed in her eyes, so she has been spinning in place, so she will blindfold her eyes and find her way purely by breath!

Zhao Fushuang called Ah Bao to follow, and then touched the bamboo and sniffed it little by little, trying to remember the breath of each bamboo.

After about a cup of tea, she noticed that she had smelled the smell of bamboo as she walked forward!

Continue to walk towards what she thought she was going to do, only to be afraid that she would re-enter the loop.

Zhao Fushuang groped in place and smelled all the bamboo, but found that only she intuitively thought that the smell of bamboo on the road behind her had not smelled.

Seeing Zhao Fu turn back and go, Ah Bao was puzzled: "Sister, you went wrong, you walked that way." ”

"Keep up."

"Oh." Po didn't say anything more and silently followed.

(End of chapter)