In the dense forest, a small stream flows, and half of the rotten wood rests on it, and many small insects meander along the moss-covered surface, for which the rotten wood is the bridge between the two banks, and it is also their paradise.

Suddenly, there was an earthquake, and the water surface rippled and the rotting wood shook faintly.

Some alert insects immediately fled in a panic, but more of them didn't think so, what should they do.

This situation is all too common, there are many terrifying behemoths in the forest, they are at the bottom and they have nothing to do with those behemoths, they don't need to do anything, they don't need to panic, and soon the turmoil will subside on its own.

The optimistic bugs are resigned to their fate, but today, God has not blessed them.

An iron-forged horseshoe trampled down, breaking the rotting wood and stepping into the stream, destroying the insects along with their paradise.

As an "accomplice", Feng Zhiping naturally would not be sad for a few insects, he was only sad for himself, lamenting his fate.

"Bump bump bump!

Lost his voice, seeing that a big tree was getting closer and closer to him, and was about to collide with the wild horse's body passing by, Feng Zhiping quickly put away one leg and narrowly avoided the tragic ending of the broken leg bone.

This scene has happened many times, but each time it is as thrilling as the first, because the Mustang did it on purpose.

For three days, in order to shake him off his back, the Mustang kept trying various methods, and this was only one of them, and the horror level was moderate.

The most thrilling one was at midnight yesterday.

The moonless night forest stretched out his hand and couldn't see his five fingers, and the wild horse fought for two days and one night, he was very tired, drowsy, and suddenly felt the horse's neck lower in his daze, he immediately woke up, vaguely felt something in front of him approaching rapidly, instinctively hugged the horse's neck and turned to the side, the next moment, a long horizontal branch against his ear swept by.

Flipping back on horseback, he was covered in a cold sweat, and if he reacted a little slowly, the thick branch would be enough to turn his head into a rotten watermelon.

At that moment, he moved to kill, no matter how good the horse is, it is not as important as his own life, this evil animal wants to harm his life, what should he do with it?

But he didn't do it.

It wasn't that he was reluctant, but the sound of horses' hooves looming behind him dispelled his thoughts.

That's Zhan Qianwu, that girl hanged him, and he couldn't get rid of him like a ghost.

Her spark is also a divine horse, although the horse is unfamiliar and can't catch up with her, but she has never lost it.

Feng Zhiping deeply realized what it means to ride a tiger, the horse under him, the people behind him are fierce, what kind of fate is this!

Counting it, he still blames himself for being greedy, if he didn't come to find this horse at that time, but found a secret place to hide, he might have dumped Zhan Qianwu.

It's too late to say anything now, I just hope that this damn stubborn horse has enough stamina, don't precede Zhan Qianwu's horse, he doesn't have the confidence to escape from Zhan Qianwu's pursuit with two legs.

His stomach rumbled twice, and Feng Zhiping took out a piece of dried fish from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth with a sad face.

This is the last food, I didn't expect Zhan Qianwu to chase after him so quickly, he didn't have time to prepare dry food at all, and a few pieces of dried fish were touched by him before jumping off the boat.

Chewing on the hard dried fish, his body rose and fell with the violent bumps, Feng Zhiping muttered secretly, wouldn't it be that he couldn't resist the fall of the horse first?

Not to mention, it's really possible.

The physical strength and willpower of the wild horse are amazingly good, such a dense tree in the forest, it was engrossed in running for two days and two nights without eating or drinking, during which it did not hit the tree once, not even rubbing, and now there is not much fatigue, Feng Zhiping is very doubtful that this guy will be a monster. If it weren't for the fact that the jade bead could only identify spiritual materials, and it was ineffective against people and animals, he would definitely test the true face of this guy.

He didn't know when the horse was going to run, and he didn't know where it was going to take him, Zhan Qianwu didn't dare to get off the horse, he could only watch the strangely shaped big trees and small trees rushing towards him, and try his best to maintain the status quo.

Before you know it, the surrounding scenery has changed, and the trees have become much thinner.

At first, I thought it was an illusion, but after carefully identifying it for a while, Feng Zhiping was sure that there were indeed fewer trees around.

After a while, he almost burst into tears when he saw an apparently artificially carved boulevard surrounded by stumps of felling trees.

Three days!

Three whole days!

In three days, in addition to the dead horses, dead women and damn trees, there were only the most damned mosquitoes!

Now that I finally see the crowd, who can not be excited?

If it weren't for the fear of being heard by Zhan Qianwu, he really wanted to shout twice and sing a song to express his joy to the fullest.

The wild horse was also very happy, galloping on the boulevard, the horse's hooves seemed to be three points brisk, and the most valuable thing was that it finally stopped tossing Feng Zhiping.

"It's hard to come to the end!" Feng Zhiping burst into tears, "Sincerity is the golden stone, and the ancients are honest and don't deceive me! Very good, very good, from today onwards, you will be the little brother of this young master, follow me in the future, and ensure that you eat and drink spicy food, and you will have a mare to ride every day! Well, I have to give you a name, what is your name? Hey, do you have any suggestions?"

Feng Zhiping patted the horse's neck, but the wild horse did not react.

"Tsk, I'm still shy!"

Feng Zhiping forcibly explained, and at this time, his eyes lit up, his vision suddenly widened, the forest was left behind, and in front of him was an endless grassland.

Entering the grassland, the wild horses became more and more excited, and the speed of letting go of their footsteps continued to soar, and the oncoming wind blew so that people could not open their eyes.

The speed was faster, but his body was becoming more and more stable, Feng Zhiping was in a bright mood, and the hand that had been holding the horse's neck couldn't help relaxing, raising his head against the wind and breathing in the fragrance of grass in the wind. Number Seven

He didn't notice that the path of the wild horse gradually shifted from the low grass area to the high grass area, and the grass blades on the horse could scrape the soles of the shoes from time to time, and the ground buried deep below also changed from semi-dry soft soil to muddy wetlands.

By the time Feng Zhiping found out, the grass around him had already reached his calves, and every time he landed his hooves, he made a treading sound of treading water.

Feng Zhiping was a little uneasy, and patted the horse's neck: "Hey, where are you going to take me?"

The horses were stunned, still snorting and panting in a steady rhythm.

"Damn, how can the grass grow so tall, it's almost catching up with the little tree!Okay, don't go any further, we'll both have to be lost in the grass any further, let's go back!"

There is no reins, so he can only break the horse's neck, but the neck of the wild horse is as strong as the iron beating, Feng Zhiping angrily added a fierce force, the horse's head is turned, but the pace is also chaotic, and his body is so bumpy that he almost fell off the horse, and he hurriedly stopped and did not dare to come hard.

He could see that the horse was holding back something bad, and it didn't give in at all.

I'm fooled!

Feng Zhiping was wronged.

Since I was a child, I have never heard of anyone taming a horse but being played by a horse, if this is going to be spread, what will others think of me?

I must think I'm an idiot!

"Stop!" Chao Lu's sword rested on the horse's neck, Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth, "Don't stop, don't blame me for chopping you!"

I don't know if it understood the human words or the threat of the blade played a role, but the wild horse was quite obedient this time, and stopped as soon as the four hooves stretched out.

It's just that it stopped so quickly that Feng Zhiping couldn't hold the horse's neck with one hand, and slid out along the horse's back.

The body flipped forward in mid-air, and the position of the head and feet was just opposite to the horse's eyes, and he clearly saw the horse's eyes flashing with the same sarcasm, he was furious, and the moment his feet landed, he suddenly exerted his strength and was ready to rush up to teach it a lesson, but only one foot was pulled out under his feet, and the other foot was deeply immersed in the mud at the bottom of the water, and it did not reach his calf.

This is...

"Swamp !!"

Feng Zhiping was furious, he finally understood what was wrong with this dead horse.

The foot that was pulled out was irretrievably stepped down, and when he landed, he also fell in, and his body sank to the surface of the water and was no longer up to his thighs, and the whole below the knee was bound by the mud, and he couldn't break free.

He didn't dare to struggle, because the more he struggled in this situation, the faster he died, his mind quickly recalled what he had learned, and finally turned out a strange method from the depths of his memory, quickly took off his clothes and spread them behind him, relaxed his body before the water reached the root of his thighs, and slowly lay down, holding his breath and letting the drowning flood his mouth and nose.

The body fell to the mud with his clothes on his pillow, sinking slightly, and then magically floating a little.

Useful!

Feng Zhiping was ecstatic, his heart was beating wildly, at this moment he was extremely grateful to his father who bought a room of miscellaneous books and came back to fill the façade, and he was even more glad that he had a good memory.

Desperately restraining his excitement and not daring to make any drastic movements, he tried little by little to pull his legs out of the mire, and each point he pulled out made his joy stronger.

Outside, the Mustang didn't go far, it stood on the edge of the swamp and watched the enemy sink.

At first, it was very proud, and after working hard all the way, it finally got rid of the annoying guy, but when it looked at it, something was wrong, and this guy who saved himself and hurt himself actually floated up!

Moving the horse's hooves uneasily, the wild horse couldn't understand why this dead land, which had helped it swallow more than a dozen enemies, failed today?

After thinking about it, it raised its right front hoof and gently stepped into the water to try, and with a little force, the hoof immediately sank into the mire, and it pulled out in a panic and jumped away, waiting for a while to calm down before turning back.

At this time, Feng Zhiping had already pulled out his legs, and the person was half-buried in the mud and held still.

It's sinking or not, but how can it go up?

The current situation is very embarrassing, if you want to get up, you have to exert force, if you use force, you will fall again, but if you don't move, you will be drowned, his cultivation can support him to hold his breath for a long time, but it is not so that he does not have to breathe.

The lungs are getting hotter and hotter, his limit is almost reached, and if he can't think of a way, the dignified prince will really have to bury his bones in this wilderness.

Fight!

Feng Zhiping was silently lucky.

Wait for the whole body to exert force and play up, and the upper body will get out of the mire and shoot the sword towards the mire with all his might, as long as the speed is fast enough, the resistance on the sword should be able to help him get out of trouble.

The point is to be fast, as fast as possible, and the whole process should be done in one go, and a point of slow will fall short.

Yuan Li ran wildly along Zhou Tian, the meridians were faintly swollen and painful, and the sword seed was rotating disorderly in the core of the Qi Sea, and it seemed that the sound of its high-speed rotation could be heard in his ears.

The sense of power filled the whole body, this feeling Feng Zhiping had experienced many times, every time it was so wonderful, but there was no time that it was so quiet as this time, he even "saw" how the Yuan Force operated, like a net, like the meridians of trees, running through every corner of his body.

Time seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a moment.

Somewhere, the sword suddenly stopped oscillating, not really stopped, but the speed was too fast, as if it was stationary.

At the same time, the veins could no longer trap the Yuan Force, and the endless silk threads pierced through the meridians and pierced into the flesh and blood, spraying out along every pore and acupoint, and the mud and cement slurry clinging to the body suddenly dispersed and quickly returned, but there was no contact with the skin, and there seemed to be an extra layer of extremely thin invisible diaphragm in the middle.

And Feng Zhiping also opened his eyes at the same time, straightened his waist and bounced half of his body, and the sword pointed at his heart like light, and the three-finger-wide sword body slapped heavily on the swamp.

"Open !!"