"This is the 'Mountain and Sea Realm'?"

The starlight condensed, and Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao appeared hand in hand, looking vigilant.

Yan Chuang's eyes swept in all directions, this seemed to be a swamp forest, covered with clouds, dim and deep. Towering ancient trees stand tall and vines entangle, forming a seemingly never-ending shade.

It's winter moon in Dayan, but the place is still lush and lush.

The trunks of these ancient trees are covered with moss and moisture, giving them a decadent and twisted look.

The ground was muddy and slippery, and from time to time there was a dull sucking sound, as if the demons of the ground were devouring everything. On the muddy surface, dead branches and leaves and other rotting plants float on the murky water, giving off a disgusting rancid smell.

Miasma fills the air and makes people feel suffocated.

They are shrouded in this woodland and have very low visibility.

"Beware of the miasma!"

"This is a poisonous miasma, which can enter the body with breath and the pores around the body!"

Cheng Fengxiao held his breath while reminding Yan Chuang.

Malaria!

Poisonous miasma!

This is mentioned in Xun Guilan's "Geographical Record of Mountains and Seas", and the methods of identification and prevention are recorded, compared to Dayan, in the vast and sparsely populated mountains and seas, there are more mountains and rivers, and there are more dangerous places full of miasma, there is no need for any poisonous snakes and beasts, only the naturally bred miasma is enough for the Dayan warriors to drink a pot.

"Hmm!"

Yan Chuang solemnly.

He held his breath and stared, his ears trembled slightly, and he could hear many subtle sounds, birds and beasts roaring, snakes and insects hissing, combined with the miserable mist and yin miasma, it looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

"This is the realm of mountains and seas!"

Yan Chuang had a preliminary understanding of the mountains and seas, and his restless heart was slightly settled.

was about to discuss the next move with Cheng Fengxiao, suddenly-

"Someone!"

"There's movement!"

The master and apprentice found the abnormality one after the other, and when the two turned their heads, they saw the left front, stamping, someone stepping on the mire, quickly approaching.

Listen carefully.

There is chase and flight.

"It's two groups of people!"

"That's not right!"

"More than that!"

"There's someone on the right too!"

"Before!"

"After!"

"It's all human!"

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao glanced at each other, and their hearts sank: "I'm surrounded!" ”

……

Stomp, stomp!

People came from all directions, listening to the footsteps, all of them were practitioners, and there were more than ten people.

Yan Chuang with a gun.

Cheng Feng smiled and held a stick.

The master and apprentice glanced at each other, not knowing what the situation was at the moment, and not knowing whether the person coming was friend or foe, Cheng Feng smiled and shouted: "Pick all the way and kill it!" ”

He took the iron rod in his hand, picked a left front at random, and charged forward.

"Let's go!"

Yan Chuang held the red tassel spear and followed closely.

The two of them stepped on the 'magic of change', even in the muddy swamp, they can be as light as swallows and walk as flying.

Deliberately avoiding the footsteps of the Quartet.

But they have changed, so have the people who come, and there seem to be more and more of them!

Soon.

Bumped.

……

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Seeing the comer, Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao were shocked at the same time-

Looking down at themselves, the animal skins specially prepared by the two of them were covered with loose hair, and their dressing styles were very similar to the alien races in the mountain and sea realms that Cheng Fengxiao had encountered when he came in last time.

It's about blending in, in order not to be obtrusive.

But.

Seem.

Self-defeating!

Looking up at the oncoming people, there were six people, either armed with guns, or sticks, or steel knives, but they were wearing tailor-made cloth clothes, which were the same as those worn by ordinary warriors in Guangling City.

This ratio!

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao were abrupt and extremely eye-catching!

"Woohoo!"

"Doll!"

Crashed into one place.

Someone came with a knife and scolded.

Do not understand!

I don't understand it at all!

"It doesn't seem strong."

"Let's get out first."

Cheng Feng laughed at the long stick behind the ancestors, and he didn't ink with these six people at all-

Whew!

Fierce and mighty, straight forward.

And the iron rod root tip through each other, stretching and shrinking, left and right front and back such as shuttle, this is the 'eight sticks' opening stick. There is only one way, and there is no definite way to live.

Bang bang bang!

A stick out.

Point, collapse, poke, grid, diao!

Of those six, four of them fell in response, and there was no enemy at all!

But there are two people, one of them is a sword, and the other is a sword, and they fought and retreated, and the two of them were able to entangle Cheng Fengxiao with three or five moves without defeat.

Cheng Feng laughed and was shocked!

Yan Chuang was also shocked!

What surprised me was not that this person was strong, but-

"Rotten Silk Swordsmanship!"

"Silk Wrapping Knife!"

It's that they recognized that these two people made it actually the swordsmanship and knife technique of the 'silk boxing' in the eighteen Guangling Academy's widely spread boxing methods-

Bang!

After three moves, Cheng Feng smiled and swept away the person who made the sword.

Yan Chuang's spear was faster, and it had already reached the chest of the person who made the sword, and after recognizing the sword technique, he quickly turned into a collapse again-

Syllable!!

Throw the man aside.

No more roadblocks!

"Let's go!"

Cheng Feng smiled and Yan Chuang, without hesitation, rushed to the road, and disappeared in an instant.

……

"Yunsang!"

"Moyang!"

"Are you alright?"

After the two left, after a short time, twenty or thirty people finally met one after another, looking at the six companions who fell in the mire, the latecomers hurriedly stepped forward to help them up, and saw that the companions were fine, so they asked: "Who broke in?" ”

"I don't know."

Yun Sang shook his head, he was the one who made the knife one of the six people who had just intercepted Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao.

Yun Sang thought of the martial arts of the two of them, and thought of the young one's spear that could have pierced him through, but in the end he gave up.

He was scared for a while.

The man's marksmanship was too strong, and he couldn't react at all when he shot out.

If it weren't for the other party's hand, she would have been dead by now.

With that in mind.

Yun Sang used his clothes to carefully wipe the long knife that fell with him in the mud, in the swamp, among the wings, there was a lot of water, and the moisture was heavy, and the weapon must be maintained and cared for from time to time in order to be used longer.

But.

Now.

After Yun Sang wiped the knife in his hand off the mud, his face changed.

"Yunsang, your knife has collapsed!"

Someone pointed at Yun Sang's knife and shouted!

In the Wushan Tribe, it is not easy to have a good weapon, Yunsang's knife was rewarded to him by one of the twenty-four archdeacons in the tribe, Yunsang has always been a treasure.

But at this time, the knife edge collapsed.

"Don't scream!"

"I saw it!"

Yun Sang's face was distorted, and he was about to die in distress, he stroked the precious long knife that had broken out seven or eight gaps, his nose was sour, and his tears were almost falling, but he endured it and analyzed it for everyone: "Those two people have no malice, they kept their hands." But the older one, with the iron rod in his hand, must be a very powerful and powerful divine soldier. After a few or two knocks, I was cut seven or eight openings—"

Yun Sang said as he spoke, and his tears couldn't stop falling after all.

His knife!

Ruined!

"Yunsang, just to save his life, he is already blessed by God, the knife is gone, he can still earn it again, his life is gone, but it's all over!"

Mo Yang, who had just experienced life and death with Yun Sang, touched his long sword, and the sword was also on the verge of crumbling, but he was more rational, and after comforting Yun Sang, he said to everyone: "Those two people have no malice, since they are in the direction of running out, then let them go!" ”

"Yes!"

"It's okay for you guys to be fine."

"They run out, they don't have to chase."

"I'm going to report to the archdeacon, and you guys will continue to patrol, and you can't let anyone get close to Naruyama!"

Among twenty or thirty people, together with Yunsang. Including Moyang, there were five or six people, in a few words, and a disposal plan was set, some people continued to patrol, and some people reported to the top.

Spread out separately.

……

Boom!

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao didn't know that no one would chase after them, the two of them didn't dare to be careless, they ran left and right, up and down for a while, at least ten miles away from the place where they had just encountered, and the two of them stopped.

"That person just now used the knife technique in the 'Silk Fist'?"

Cheng Feng looked at Yan Chuang with a smile, and the first thing he asked was this.

He knows a lot about the former 'Silk Fist', but after the 'Silk Fist' entered the Guangling Academy, was adapted and sublimated, he didn't know as much about the 'Silk Fist' after that as Yan Chuang, and he was not sure.

"There can be no mistake!"

Yan Chuang was determined: "The 'Rotten Silk Winding Sword Technique' and the 'Silk Winding Chain Knife' are both classics in the 'Silk Winding Fist', and I can use them with my eyes closed." ”

Bang Bang Bang!

Yan Chuang used a gun to make a knife and a sword, and made two moves.

Rotten filament!

Serial knives!

Cheng Feng smiled and looked at it, it was exactly the same, and he immediately had a guess: "Guangling has been open for eight years, theoretically, Guangling Academy has been developing the mountain and sea realm for eight years, and what I just encountered is the wings cultivated by Guangling Academy here?" ”

Those people don't look like Dayan people, although they are wearing cloth clothes and combing their hair in a bun, but in essence, in their bones, there is a bloodline barbaric force, which is clearly a foreign race.

There are only a few possibilities for the alien race to master the 'Silk Fist' -

Either it is the disciple and master of the 'Silk Fist' who captured the Guangling Academy, and he can be forced to ask.

Either someone from Guangling School taught it without authorization.

And then simply.

As Cheng Fengxiao said, these people may have been cultivated by Guangling Academy.

"The Guangling Academy not only deploys martial arts in Guangling County, but also cultivates mountains and seas in the mountain and sea realm?"

Cheng Feng smiled and frowned.

Yan Chuang smiled: "This is also normal. No matter how strong the Guangling Academy is, after all, it is only a school supported by a county, and the number of disciples is limited. Among them, at least those who can enter and exit the mountain and sea realm must be third-class trainees, and the number is even rarer. Even if you count teaching assistants, lecturers, instructors, and professors, there are at most two or three hundred people who can come to the mountain and sea realm. It's not much, but it's too little in the realm of mountains and seas. It is necessary to support local forces and local masters! ”

It's understandable.

In fact.

With the organizational power of Guangling Academy, rampage and fighting alone, that is stupid.

"Silk Fist."

"Guangling Academy."

"Assuming that these people are supported by the Guangling Academy, what were they doing just now?"

Cheng Feng smiled and wondered, thinking that those people seemed to be patrolling and arming just now, he looked at Yan Chuang: "Could it be that some treasure was found?" ”

After speaking.

Cheng Feng shook his head with a smile, and without waiting for Yan Chuang to speak, he said-

"Forget it."

"No matter."

"Our master and apprentice are outright 'black households' in the mountain and sea realm, and we can't expose our identities in front of the aliens in the mountain and sea realm, and we must avoid going when we meet people from Guangling Academy!"

"There's no need to move forward."

Cheng Feng's smile is very transparent.

Of course, Yan Chuang also understands this truth, their master and apprentice came in through the 'Star Stone', if they bump into someone from the Guangling Academy, as soon as they ask how you got in, there will inevitably be a risk of exposure.

Therefore, Yan Chuang recognized the 'Silk Fist' of those two people just now, but he didn't deliberately use the 'Silk Fist' to recognize each other, and came up with a routine of 'the big water washed the Dragon King Temple' and 'don't fight and don't know each other', and he didn't think about getting any information from those two people and those people at all.

Not necessarily.

Steadiness comes first.

"Let's go first."

"Stay away from here."

"Then find a small tribe to settle down and learn the language and script here, which is safe!"

Yan Chuang had a plan before Cheng Fengxiao came in.

The previous time.

Cheng Feng came in with a smile, like a headless fly, although he was lucky enough to hit the big luck, he narrowly escaped and survived, and got a treasure like 'Zhu Guo'.

But dog luck can no longer be.

You can't just think about such good things.

This time, the two joined forces and were more organized.

"Small tribes settled!"

"Steady progress!"

"This trip, mainly to be familiar with the 'mountain and sea boundary', learn to communicate, know the geographical division, and don't ask for any treasures!"

The two rested for a moment, picked up their guns and clubs, and set off again.

Objectives –

Small tribes!

……

(End of chapter)