As for the "Eight Treasures Mixed Yuan Stick" and "Lifting Longitudinal Technique", which have only been learned for two days, they are the two skills that Wednesday relies on the most now, and they must not be put down.

"Lifting Longitudinal Technique" is his life-saving capital, and "Eight Treasures Mixed Yuan Stick" is the only equipment fighting skill he has in regular combat, and they cannot be missing, no matter how low the level of these two skills is, no matter how low the potential is, he must practice diligently before there are more advanced and more suitable skills.

Of course, the key to the key is the internal force, without the internal force these skills are all in the air, it is estimated that it will be a problem to deal with junior swordsmen, especially the "Lifting Longitudinal Technique", if there is no internal force to support, not only the movement speed is much worse, but the sustainable movement distance should also be reduced by half.

Therefore, as long as I have time, I will seize every minute on Wednesday to cultivate my internal strength, whether it is camping at night or rushing to rest during the day. Of course, the internal force is relatively very magical, not only in the battle, but also in ordinary life is also very helpful to Wednesday, such as recovering mental and physical strength to heal internal injuries and external injuries, it is really easy to use.

Sitting in a tent on Wednesday, the night grew darker and thicker, and in the middle of the night, the hazy moon was hidden behind the faint clouds, making the whole world a little more quiet. The occasional sound of insects not only does not feel noisy, but sets off the night more peacefully.

But there was a slight sound of footsteps on the path a few hundred meters west of Wednesday's campsite with Chrissy, and a group of six people slowly groped their way through the night along the place where Wednesday and Chrissy had walked.

"Boss, do you think this little guy is really okay?" asked a swordsman with pigtails in a low voice.

Known as the Boss, he was a sturdy swordsman, with an extraordinarily wide broadsword on his back at this time, bending over and slowly moving forward with a fist-sized animal on the ground, which looked particularly funny.

The little animal was the hee monkey that had scared Wednesday, but at this time the hee monkey was no longer naughty when he was in the tree, and he was pitifully tied by his neck, and then moved forward while sniffing the dirt under his feet, and from time to time he secretly looked at the owner of the rope.

It's a pity that these people obviously don't know what caring for small animals is, but I just hope that this little monkey can live up to their expectations and lead them to the person they are looking for.

"By the way, boss, you say, are we the opponents of that man?" The pigtail looked at everyone nervously, probably trying to ease some of the atmosphere, and asked again: "I heard that the bald boy is very powerful, and even the bearded Jeffritz has suffered a secret loss." ”

The boss glared at the pigtails quite annoyed, "Shit, don't talk nonsense, Jefflitz himself said that he was deceived, that bald boy just ran fast, and his real strength is actually very poor," said and said proudly: "Besides, we won't face him head-on, and that bald boy definitely didn't think we could catch up, hehe......"

"Boss Wise......" The pigtail laughed in a low voice, but he was a little disappreciative in his heart, he always felt that the person who could make the bearded Jeffritz suffer a big loss was definitely not so easy to deal with, but he couldn't say anything now, and he kept an eye on it, just in case. Of course, when I think of the magical blade of grass that the boss found, I still have some confidence in my heart.

The group of six followed the adult-sized fist-sized hip-hop monkey for half an hour, and then saw Wednesday and Chrissy's tent as if they had discovered a new world. The six of them held their breath and gathered in a ball, and then the boss took a mess of grass from his backpack, quietly lit it, and threw it next to the two tents.

The mess of grass didn't emit a fire, it emitted a puff of white smoke like a spice, and then it dispersed into the air.

Seeing this scene, the six people excitedly held their broadswords in their hands, and looked at the two tents eagerly, like a group of hungry wolves that saw their prey enter the ambush circle, and their eyes almost lit up. No wonder they are so excited, this messy grass is indeed quite messy, but it has a miraculous effect, as long as humans or animals inhale the gas that comes out of the ignition of this grass blade, they will be sluggish and weak.

This secret was discovered by the boss during an adventure, and since then, no matter where he goes, this grass has always been carried with him, and every time he uses it, it is almost invincible, which is also the biggest reliance on them daring to sneak up on Wednesday.

The six people waited patiently for more than half an hour, and after seeing the weeds burned out, they quietly touched the side of the tent, and the boss motioned for the pigtail to come closer to see the situation.

Although reluctantly, the pigtail still put his ear to the tent, ready to listen to the movement inside, but just put his head on it, and then felt his head buzz muffled, and then fell silently to the ground, motionless.

The sudden change made the remaining five people a little dazed, they had no idea what was going on, only to see the pigtail stick his head to the tent, and then heard a soft muffled sound, and the pigtail fell with it.

The boss of the group shouted softly, "Little Embi?" Seeing that the pigtails were still motionless, he looked left and right, and then slowly approached the tent with his big sword.

At this moment, the tent suddenly opened, and a person jumped out of it, holding a slender long stick in his hand, and sneered: "Mao thief, that's all you can do?"

"You?you?you're all right?" the group didn't expect that kind of invincible blade of grass would lose its effect on this bald young man, "Why are you okay?"

Wednesday sneered: "It's just ecstasy, and you want to use it against me, and you don't want to see how many eyes your horse prince has raised?"

"Ecstasy?" The group looked at each other, what was that?, but the boss quickly reacted, shouted "kill him", and then pounced on Wednesday with his broadsword. In this respect, he, the boss, did a pretty good job, at least he didn't cower or let the younger brother open the way.

Seeing this group of people rushing over, Wednesday pretended to brush a flower stick in a chic manner, and the long stick brushed around several times in his hand, and then stood firm with a horse step, and pointed at the oncoming people with sticks in his front and back hands.

Regardless of whether it is lethal or not, the shape is absolutely chic and handsome, and the five people on the opposite side saw this scene, and they all stopped, and they looked at each other and were frightened by Wednesday's trick. The five of them had never seen such a move, and few swords were used to fight with a long stick, and combined with the rumors about Wednesday and the failure of Ecstasy, Dengshi felt a little weak.

But he quickly reacted, and the boss shouted in a low voice: "What are you afraid of, he must be bluffing, go up together, hack him to death," shouted and threw himself at Wednesday with a broadsword. Seeing this, the other four immediately woke up and followed their boss to kill him.

Seeing this, Wednesday was not in a hurry, and shook his long stick on the broadsword of the leading boss, which was just on the opponent's chest. This made the old man take a few steps back, and looked at Wednesday with an incredulous face.

"Come on, keep ......," said Wednesday grinning, "let me see what you have to do other than put ecstasy smoke." ”

Several people were not convinced, and continued to besiege, but they couldn't get close to Wednesday at all, and every time they entered the attack range of the long stick, they would be attacked. After a few rounds, except for their boss, the other four people were already a little unbearable.

Seeing this scene, the boss as the leader had already retreated in his heart, but if he retreated like this, he would really lose face, and if he let people know that the six of them couldn't get within two meters of each other, it would be really embarrassing to lose face to grandma's house.

Wednesday saw the cowardice of several people, deliberately shouted, jumped up and slammed a powerful "off-border goldfish", and suddenly smashed towards one of his closest followers. After these days of fighting, Wednesday had roughly figured out the moves of these swordsmen. There are no other moves other than the simple answer of slashing and smashing.

As for the defense, it's even simpler, with only one stop. And when defending against attacks from overhead, most people hold their broadswords flat to block, because they can use both hands to defend more powerfully.

It's a pity that such a defense is in the arms of Wednesday, as long as it is not a head-on confrontation with the blade of the opponent's broadsword, he is not afraid of a tough confrontation with the opponent, especially the opponent's strength is still very average.

Therefore, on Wednesday, the stick was smashed solidly, and the poor little henchman sat on the ground at once, and he did not slow down for a long time, and the broadsword in his hand had been shaken aside.

However, the biggest effect of this stick is still a deterrent, and a few people who were already a little timid saw such a powerful move on Wednesday, and turned around and ran like frightened rabbits, even ignoring the two accomplices. However, the little minion who was shocked by Wednesday just now was not a big problem, and when he saw that Wednesday continued to attack him, he also ran with a rolling belt.

Seeing these people leaving, Wednesday quietly let out a sigh of relief, and was just about to continue meditating to dispel the ecstasy smoke in her body, when Chrissy came out of the tent.

"Wow, Bruce has also hidden some of his strength, to the middle level of swordsman," Chrissy praised exaggeratedly, and then said: "It's a pity that you can solve things with one move, why do you play so many tricks?" ”

Wednesday sighed helplessly, "Let's continue to rest, and we'll get out of here as soon as it's dawn," he said without paying attention to Chrissy, walked to the side of the tent, and then stabbed the pigtail that was still lying on the ground with a stick, "Get up, don't pretend." ”

When the pigtail was listening to the situation, he was hit on the side of his skull by a stick on Wednesday, and he fainted at that time. However, Wednesday's stick technique was not skillful enough, and across the tent, the strength was not used, and the pigtail only fainted for a while, and did not faint to death.

While fighting just now, Wednesday noticed that the pigtail was quietly moving some distance, but the battle was soon over, and his escape plan had to be forced to end.