Chapter Seventy-Three: Catching Fish and Mudslides

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Chu Shenxing, who was sitting on the shore and quietly wiping the sword body, was slightly puzzled, is there anything wrong The master said in a strange tone.

“...... Apprentice, why don't you catch another one?"

Chu Ming: "......"

Looking at the trouser leg that the apprentice had put down, thinking that he was a cheerleader on the shore alone, and he didn't make any effort with his mouth, Lin Qianqian rarely showed a trace of shame: "Uh... Forget it, when I didn't say it. ”

Chu Ming's expressionless black pupils wrapped around her one by one, her lips pursed slightly, and then she bent down and lowered her head, pulling up her trouser legs.

Lin Qianqian: "......", what should I do if the big guy is too obedient and a little panicked?

"Good. The cello had a deep voice, stood up and looked at her faintly, and then skillfully dripped into the water.

Broad shoulders and narrow back, the white jade thin belt around the waist shows perfect lines when he bends over, not fat or thin, full of strength, good waist!

There is a deep and somewhat dark pool, Chu Ming stood in a shallow place with a shallow water level, and there were some rough and sharp gravels under his feet, but fortunately, the immortal cultivators in the distraction period were already thick enough to have rough skin and thick flesh.

Lin Qianqian thought, I don't know who set up the screen spirit formation in this waterhole, maybe it is to protect the fish in the waterhole?...... lest they be eaten up?

I have to say that this is indeed an excellent perspective that a foodie can achieve.

"......", Chu Ming, who hadn't moved for a long time, glanced at his feet, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, what did he think......

"Hold the grass, apprentice!", hearing the master call him, he subconsciously turned around, and the next second, the master was shaking on the water...

Lin Qianqian: "Small... The heart ......", before the words were finished, the apprentice was swallowed by a tornado-like flow of sand and gravel in 0.1 seconds.

Chu Ming blinked, and the person went underground. Oh no, it's him, he's sunk, and the trick he subconsciously pinched in his hand hasn't had time to struggle.

A long passage in the shape of an arc arch isolates the dark pool water, and there is no light and self-brightness, and the fluorescent fluorescence in front of it is cold, tempting people to move forward.

Chu Ming's dark eyes were almost as calm as water, calmly put on his shoes and put down his trouser legs, paused and walked in, because he was thinking about catching fish, Chu Ming's steps couldn't help but be a little faster.

The passage is very long, not going straight, turning around, Chu Ming subconsciously lucked the dantian, and suddenly stagnation, okay, still can't use spiritual power.

After walking for about half an hour, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and Chu Ming's face became more cautious.

"Whoosh!", a lightning-like unidentified object flew from behind aimed at Chu Ming's neck.

Chu Ming, who was waiting for the battle, broke it sideways, and with a "snap", the ice cubes fell to the ground, and there was another "crackle" in an instant, and the entire passage formed an ice path at an unreachable speed.

After a moment of silence, Chu Ming's whole body was on alert, with no spiritual power, he only relied on his physical strength and supernatural mystical footwork, and called out in a low voice Xiaobao, who hid in the "cultivation" of his divine consciousness from time to time.

"Crackling" large Xiaoice blocks from all directions, like hail in an uncertain direction, all headed towards Chu Ming.

"Mom! There are a lot of ice stones, master run!", as soon as Xiaobao came out, he was frightened by piles of ice stones flying over, and he was about to smash them.

Chu Ming's eyes darkened, his eyebrows slightly, and he picked up the Xuanfan footwork that only had thirty percent of the power left, and did not forget to pick up Xiaobao, who was still immersed in the pain and shock of losing his spiritual power as soon as he came out.

So, in the entire ice-like five-person wide passage, Chu Ming dodged the sparse ice ball blocks in front of him, and Xiaobao tightly grabbed Chu Ming's back and swayed left and right.

Behind them, the ice stone that had rolled into a large ball surged forward, as if it had opened a big mouth, waiting for its prey to be cornered by it and swallow it in one gulp.

"Master, master, ahhhh

"Hold the grass, why can't I get in??can't even enter my mustard seed space!", Xiaobao screamed slightly.

"Because I used up the last trace of spiritual power, do you know where this is?", Chu Ming said with a slight gasp.

"Uh-uh, I don't make it either!"

Chu Ming: ...... What do you want!

The louder and louder rumbling sound behind him made Chu Ming, who had not felt pressure for a long time, a little irritable, especially when he thought that the master was still waiting for him outside, and he didn't know if the master would risk going into the water.

Another ground close-fitting drill gap, sideways, bending over and twisting forward somersault, Chu Ming's body flexibly passed through one gap after another, and the ice cubes that missed the target converged with the big round ball behind.

After two hours, finally, the passage was different, however, Xiao Bao and Chu Ming looked at the end not far ahead.

Wait until the one person and one artifact reach the smooth and round end, turn around and watch the big round ball rushing downward, and the end is like a round spoon containing milk powder, and the surroundings are smooth.

Standing still is no less than giving a chance to catch a turtle in a large round ball urn.

Chu Ming experienced more than four hours of life and death escape, the sleeves of the insignificant white clothes were bloodstained, the satin-like black hair was soaked with sweat, the broken hair was bent into a hook and stuck to his cheeks, and the peach blossom eyes flickered with violent breathing.

Chu Ming raised his sword and tapped it against the wall quickly, trying to find a way out, but in just a minute, the big round ball that followed came in a hurry.

Xiao Bao was anxious to squeeze all the spiritual power in his body, and changed to the maximum to block in front of the owner who was facing away from the ball.

The big round ball came to him, as if it was covering the medicine, all the vision instantly darkened, Xiaobao closed his eyes tightly, and Chu Ming's hand on the other sleeve suddenly tightened.

"Squeak ——!", a sharp sound that looked like an iron tree cutting across the stone slab ground sounded suddenly, making the heads of Chu Ming and the others, who had no spiritual power to protect their bodies, almost empty.

The big ball is stuck!

"Whew!", after a while, Xiaobao's small cry of pain sounded, as if he was afraid of alarming something.

Chu Ming was sweating profusely, since the Man in Black incident, he hadn't had this feeling of the rest of his life for a long time.

As the Great Consummation in the late stage of distraction, in addition to the ancestors of various sects, there are also individual elders, who can almost walk sideways in the Qitian Continent.

Although he was distracted and physically strong, being hit so vigorously would still hurt his vitality and seriously hurt his internal organs.

The cold air brought by these ice cubes is a little unusually cold, if he hadn't been hiding from the ice stones and sweating all the time, I'm afraid that he would have frostbite without spiritual protection at this temperature.

Chu Ming, who breathed a sigh of relief, continued to search for flaws in the Chu Han space that was drawn by the big round ball and Xiao Bao.

"Master master, hurry up, my jiojio is a little painful, huh", Xiaobao reminded in a trembling voice.

Chu Ming, who had recovered his expressionless face, glanced at Xiao Bao, who had twice as much weight as Xiao Bao's head was on the ceiling, and the rounded base under the handle was just pressed by the big round ball, maintaining a delicate balance.

Then calmly continue to knock and beat, "Knock knock knock... Dangdang", and finally found a different voice on the left where Chu Ming's knees were high.

Chu Ming took a look at the small space that could be stretched, Xiao Bao was "stuck on the right", he took a step to the left, squatted on one knee, held the sword with both hands and struck hard.

There was a very light "thud", and then... There was a small crack, Chu Ming frowned, and wanted to strike again, but suddenly there was a sudden burst inside, as if something was about to come out.

Chu Ming waited with bated breath, for about five minutes, and suddenly regained his composure, like a loser whose seeds germinated and broke through the surface of the soil, and went back to continue sucking and sprouting strength.

Chu Ming's sword body refracted a faint light from the narrow passage, and rushed straight to the crack, and with a "clang", Xiao Sheng's sword collided with the head that "broke out of the ground".

“......”