The people returned from delivering meat, and as they approached the clearing, the people who remained flashed out and made a silent gesture.

The head of the sect motioned for everyone to lower their bodies, and quietly came to the clearing, where they saw the wounded wind bear actually burying his head in the open space to eat the internal organs he had lost before.

I was secretly happy in my heart, even if this wind bear's cultivation was not as good as a mountain wolf, the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan was far better than that of wolf meat and wolf blood.

Signaling to surround and let Cheng Yun find a tree to go up, the head of the sect drew a short gun from behind his back, half the length of the previous one, and the head of the gun was larger. Take a deep breath and throw it at the wind bear.

Even though the Wind Bear is naturally sensitive to the wind, the short spear is too fast to dodge, and it stabs into the left arm. Wind Bear swung a few wind blades at the head of the sect and hurriedly fled, not forgetting to fish for the internal organs.

The head of the sect dodged the wind blade and didn't react when he saw the wind bear running away, and then saw that it was Dong Laosan's side, and blew a hurried whistle to let Dong Laosan stop the wind bear.

The others re-surrounded the wind bear in the direction of its escape, and Cheng Yun shot a few arrows in succession, but the bow was not very strong, and he could not use his strength, and the arrows could not break the bear's skin.

Cheng Yun only tried to shoot at the bear's leg, but the arrow seemed to be blocked, and Cheng Yun ran the method and saw the blue-black energy wrapped around the wind bear's foot.

At this time, Dong Laosan drew his knife and was about to slash at Feng Xiong, and there were other cyan qi flowing not far behind him.

Cheng Yun hurriedly shouted, "Dong Laosan, don't stop it, get out of the way!" ”

Dong Laosan heard that it was good luck, hesitated for a moment, chose not to stop the wind bear, and flashed to the left, but felt a cold right arm, and then a sharp pain hit.

Kicking his legs in pain, he took out his dagger and climbed up the tree with all his might, and then jumped into the tree next to him.

After the two of them were out of danger, the head saw another wind bear emerge from the shadows, and there was still a mist on its body.

"Control the fog to hide yourself? When did Wind Bear start this kind of hex? ”

The head of the sect decisively raised his gun and rushed straight at the injured wind bear, and the wind bear, who dispersed the fog and was about to chase and kill Dong Laosan, saw this, and immediately turned his head and rushed towards the head of the sect.

A shot split the wind blade, and seeing Dong Laosan fleeing, he retreated to everyone's side with a false shot.

Signaling everyone to stand back, the head of the sect picked out the wolf head that had been buried in the ground with a gun and threw it at the two wind bears, and then slowly retreated towards the wind bears.

Seeing that the wind bear carefully picked up the wolf's head and the remaining internal organs and stopped pursuing, before the head of the sect could take his eyes off, he saw that Cheng Yun suddenly swept towards the wind bear at an alarming speed, and the iron sword in his hand flashed coldly, and the mist wind bear was actually cut off by a sword.

Cheng Yun stayed at the corpse of the misty wind bear for a moment, and quickly swept towards the deep mountain.

As soon as the head of the sect reacted and was about to chase after him, the other wind bear looked up to the sky and roared, changing his previous caution, his eyes were red and angry, and he roared straight towards everyone, and the blood-colored wind blade seemed to be infinite.

The others couldn't get out, and suddenly Butcher Zhang appeared and cut off the bear's head with his own cleaver.

"Cheng Yun suddenly disappeared in my spiritual sense, and when I came, I only saw you, what about Cheng Yun?"

The head of the sect respectfully saluted the military salute of Sang Lingguo, "Zhang Zhu... Brother Zhang, Cheng Yun suddenly burst out and killed the head wind bear, and then went there. ”

Butcher Zhang nodded and looked around at everyone: "Everyone knows the rules in the village, and you can have a wife and children to warm the kang head, and you have a deep understanding, and I hope you don't have to talk about today's events." ”

Everyone nodded, and Butcher Zhang called the head of the sect to come over and ask for details.

Walking to the bear corpse, according to the head of the sect, this wind bear can control the fog to hide itself in the shadows, but this one is still early from the demon beast, not to mention that the wind bear does not control the fog.

Butcher Zhang guessed that the outbreak of fortune might be related to the special nature of the wind bear, but fortunately he came out.

Purple qi surrounded Cheng Yun's body, a sword-shaped mark appeared on his forehead, and the ring on his hand disappeared.

Cheng Yun came to the foot of the mountain that emitted the luster of gold and stone, the purple light swept between his eyes, and he waved his sword at will, and the sword qi hit different positions, and the surrounding stone mountains cooperated in one place, faintly exuding a cold glow.

After standing in place for a while, Chengyun restored the surrounding stone mountains to their original state and left quickly. Until dark, Cheng Yun came to a deep valley with his sword.

The valley is full of spiritual energy, and the spiritual power is condensed into mottled points of light, soft and warm.

Cheng Yun walked forward slowly, the purple light in his eyes was even stronger, and the spiritual power around him slowly converged on Cheng Yun's body.

Walking to the center of the valley, wisps of liquid spiritual power swam in a circle, and there was a layer of phantom on the iron sword he held.

Stabilize the figure, hold the sword obliquely in the right hand, and the phantom on the sword is more condensed.

In the shadow in the middle of the valley, there was a behemoth absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and he had already sensed that someone was coming, and he raised his head slowly, and his red gold eyes stared at the phantom of the iron sword.

Standing up as if lifting the valley, a cyan buffalo walked out of the shadows, holding a cold sword between its mouth, just like the phantom in Cheng Yun's hand.

There are purple lines on the corners of the top of the head spiraling upward, and the purple and gold characters all over the body are like shadows, like a seal and a curse, which is incompatible with the valley here.

A low roar sounded, and the green ox seemed to be carrying the entire valley towards Chengyun. The spiritual power in the valley seems to be gathered and scattered, and it is extremely unstable, and even explodes directly.

When the green ox approached, he saw that the sword pierced the bull's jaw.

Cheng Yun did not move, and the purple energy gathered on the iron sword, and the iron sword stabbed forward and flew forward.

As if unable to withstand the purple qi and phantom, the iron sword broke inch by inch and turned into powder, but the sword shadow rushed into the sword that pierced the bull's jaw, and the purple qi attached to the purple veins on the green ox's body.

At this time, Chengyun seemed to have exhausted his strength and fell to the ground.

The sword trembled suddenly, and the green bull roared in pain, and his whole body surged with gold, but it was suppressed by the purple veins.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and the green cow was attacked on both sides, unwilling to suffer what he had suffered for hundreds of years, and big tears actually flowed from the corners of his eyes and slipped down on his sword.

Stirring in the cow's mouth, the sword that has not come out is also stunned when he feels the tears of the green cow, and the purple energy loses the help of the iron sword, and he can't suppress the green cow for a while.

The grieving Qingniu felt that the pressure had dropped sharply, although he didn't understand why, he didn't take advantage of this counterattack, but rushed straight to Chengyun who was lying on the ground, and the purple qi and sword reacted, but they were very tacit and a moment late.

Cheng Yun, who fell to the ground, opened his eyes suddenly, and the little strength he had stolen before he fell to the ground and woke up before trying his best, his eyes were full of purple light.

The sword was about to wait and see, but the purple energy that could be attached to the cow suddenly flourished.

When Qingniu saw Chengyun's purple eyes, he did not resist at the first time, but carefully probed out his spiritual sense.

The moment the spiritual sense touched Chengyun, Qingniu knew that the purple gold pillar of light he was looking for six years ago was related to this young man, but the sword in his mouth and the purple veins on his body were incomprehensible to this young man.

Regardless of the pain, the green cow knelt in front of Chengyun, and a mark emerged from the top of the green cow's head, emitting golden light, hanging in front of Chengyun.

The sword-shaped imprint between Cheng Yun's eyebrows shattered and turned into pure spiritual power scattered throughout his body, and the sword between his mouths instantly lost most of his luster, but the purple veins still did not move.

Cheng Yun looked at the green ox with purple veins appearing, and remembered that he had been controlled by purple energy before, so he touched the golden mark.

Qingniu lowered his head, the sword between his mouth slid weakly, and slowly flew to Cheng Yun's side.

Chengyun ignored it, looked at the very sad green cow, and remembered that Yinfeng would bury his head in his arms when he was wronged, and wet his clothes without saying a word.

Kneeling in front of the green cow, trying his best to open his arms, Cheng Fu forced the tears into his arms, and the green cow leaned forward lightly and fell into a deep sleep.

The spiritual power of the valley gradually recovered, and it was silent again.

After Cheng Yun fell asleep leaning on the green bull, the purple qi carried the sword shadow into the ring that reappeared.

Levitating in the sky, ignoring the demon beasts in the deep mountains, Butcher Zhang, who frantically released his spiritual sense to inspect, frowned and looked at the stone mountain that emitted a golden stone luster.

The sword-shaped stone mountain pointed straight ahead under the reflection of the moonlight, and the middle of the sword-like grid was empty and incomplete.

Butcher Zhang recalled the account he had read before, and noticed that there was a demon beast in the Body-Seeking Realm who was dissatisfied with coming towards him, so he withdrew his spiritual sense and went straight to the direction pointed by the sword-shaped stone mountain, and the others went back.

The moonlight sprinkled on Chengyun's body, and the awakened green cow exuded his spiritual sense and sensed that a monk was coming, and his body shrank to the size of a young green cow, and arched into Chengyun's arms.

Glancing at the ring on Chengyun's hand and the sword lying on the side, he blew out the air to disperse the moisture on Chengyun's clothes, and waited for the monk.

Sensing the uneven spiritual power of the valley in front of him, Butcher Zhang's heart tightened and he quickly rushed away.

The spiritual sense detected that Chengyun's breath was stable, and Butcher Zhang was relieved.

Butcher Zhang, who came to the valley, looked at the little green cow in Chengyun's arms with a strange face.

The cyan calf seemed to sense that someone was coming, and after looking at the butcher Zhang, he rubbed Chengyun's cheek again, and lay down comfortably again.

Butcher Zhang's strange expression did not go, he looked around the surrounding valley, the potholes, and turned his head to stare at the little green cow.

The little green cow turned his head sideways, staggered to the side of the sword, and hit the sword a few times with the small horn on the top of his head.

In the early years, Zhang Da, who had been involved in hundreds of cases, did not know how to judge at this time.

After looking at Cheng Yun, who was still asleep, he sighed helplessly, held Cheng Yun in his left hand, tied the sword on the ground to his waist, and reached out to grab the little green cow and wanted to clamp it on the right, but the little green cow jumped directly on his head.

The front hooves are ringed on the forehead, and the back body is drooping on the back, and the butcher Zhang shook his head without throwing it off, and once again exuded his spiritual sense to investigate, which was no different from the ordinary green cow.

Butcher Zhang, whose brain was a little swollen, wrote down the location of the valley in his heart, got up and flew in the direction of the village.

A butcher under the moon, a calf, with a faint white sheen, flew in the air.

A group of scholars were pushing cups and changing lamps on a hill not far from the imperial city.

The white-haired scholar with white face and sword eyebrows, Danfeng eyes was slightly drunk, and he saw a child in the arms of the bull-headed alien under the bright moon with a wine jug, and shook his head:

"Mingyue doesn't know what to do, why do you have the courage to tie a sword to your waist? When I drink all the wine in the pot, I will turn the moon into a sword to a foreign race! ”

A pretty girl applauded loudly, and her happy squinting eyes seemed to make the full moon desperately want to run for a few more days, so that she could turn into a crescent moon and compete with the delicate girl.

There was a little chubby naïve under the pale pink clothes, holding the scabbard stolen from his brother, and patting the drunken young man in white in front of him.

In the moonlight, there were no more minotaurs.

Everyone at the banquet laughed, and when they saw the wine Mengzi Shixian in the imperial city, everyone was joking,

"The perilla leaves are under the pot, like wine is not tea, the scabbard is not a sword, but it is not white but white."

The delicate woman blushed angrily, and when she didn't see her brother refute, she turned her head back to the house in a huff.

The white-haired scholar laughed, picked up the pot in his hand blindfolded, and drank it.

"I'm drinking the air again, but the scenery under the moon is indeed intoxicating, intoxicating."

Amidst the laughter, the white-haired scholar picked up the scabbard thrown by his sister, held the wine jug and scabbard in his arms and muttered:

"If the wine in the pot is exhausted, can Mingyue turn the sword into the sheath? It's hard to know what to brew when drinking, what is the stars for the full moon, what wine is in the pot, and what is the benefit of the scabbard? ”

The full moon in the sky was gone, and the delicate woman was gone, so she had to lie down on the white-haired scholar who seemed to be drunk and asleep.