After Qiao Guang said goodbye to everyone, he quickly rushed to another place. According to the description of this level, the gravitational flow is really not a vegetarian, I have only experienced a big battle, and my body has not fully recovered in a short period of time, so I really can't withstand this toss.

Agu played a role again, and a holographic map appeared in Qiao Guang's mind, but due to the influence of spatial particles, the holographic map occasionally flickered once or twice, but it did not affect the hurry.

Qiao Guang had a flash of inspiration, according to this principle, wouldn't it be better to predict the time when the gravitational flow came? This feeling is good! It can be faster than the official alarm, and sometimes it can do a lot of things.

"Ling'er, are we rushing to Longhuyuan now?" Qiao Guang searched for the direction of Longhuyuan, navigating and preparing.

"Don't worry, your current physical condition is not good, especially the meridians, which have been disordered by the evil qi and spiritual fluid, I have to find a place to help you recuperate first. Ling'er replied.

"Oh?" Indeed, Qiao Guang felt that his current aura flow was full of obstacles, the second level was no longer in the vacuum state of the external aura of the Liaodang Plain, and the monk's body was full of aura, but due to being severely scalded by the aura, the meridians actually showed a tendency to shrink!

"Don't worry, there happens to be a good place in this level, there should be no name on the map, you start from this place, go northwest, and I'll tell you when it's time to turn. Ling'er said.

"Good. Qiao Guang replied, doing what Ling'er said, roughly judging the next direction, and began to hurry.

Qiao Guang looked at the sky, it was the middle period, if everything went well, he should be able to rush to the place Ling'er said before the sun went down, and he didn't have to worry about the second gravitational flow.

Qiao Guang jumped on the uneven terrain, like a nimble monkey. The inverted gravitational field is not as flat as the Liaodang Plain, and the ground can always be inexplicably convex so much, or smoothly protrude upwards, just like a space model, smooth as a matter of course, although the terrain is extremely uneven, but it makes people feel as if the ground is incomplete without these bulges.

Some of the ground is soft, Qiao Guang thought it had fallen into a lake or a quagmire when he stepped on it for the first time, who knew it was like this, as soft as plasticine but not sticky to his feet, sometimes he saw a raised place, and he stepped on it boldly but pounced.

Qiao Guang felt as if he was stepping on a pile of data code, very uncomfortable and insecure.

"It's disgusting. Qiao Guang muttered.

"Hahaha, don't complain, let's save some strength to hurry, it's especially difficult for people who are not used to it. Ling'er watched Qiao Guang deflated and gloated.

"Got it, got it. Qiao Guang responded impatiently.

Qiao Guang walked for a while, during which he hit the street twice, almost seven or eight times, which made Ling'er despise him and wonder if there was something wrong with his cerebellum. Qiao Guang complained that she didn't have back pain when she was standing, and it was too disgusting to walk on these soft roads, and she was always worried that she wouldn't be able to use her strength, and she felt very uncomfortable cowering.

Later, Ling'er couldn't stand it anymore, so she told him that he could try to use the shadow following body method and try light skills.

Qiao Guangguang did it, but the effect was not obvious, the ground was as difficult to figure out as a wave, and sometimes he couldn't find the power point and foothold at all.

"Ah, okay, okay, you can use this as a shadowy exercise. Ling'er said.

In the middle of boredom, Qiao Guang really did it, and after experiencing a few times of hitting the street and eating, he finally became a little more proficient.

Qiao Guang wiped his sweat, this is more difficult than Lao Tzu's little boy learning to walk!

Ling'er estimated the time, thinking that she would soon teach Qiao Guangxin martial arts.

"Right here, over there. Ling'er came back to her senses and pointed to the waterfall on the right.

Seeing that he could finally leave this haunted ground and go to a normal place, Qiao Guang was relieved, and quickly jumped out after three strokes and two divisions.

"Where?" Qiao Guang came to the place Ling'er said, looked east and west, and there was nothing except a waterfall and a blueslab stone and a rockery under the waterfall.

Wait, rockery?

Is this a man-made landscape?

Ling'er seemed to see the thoughts in Qiao Guang's heart, and said lightly: "A thousand years ago, Mo Buru lived in seclusion here. ”

"Is that the old man who created the Wisdom Sword?"

"Well, yes, he's emotional, full of elegance. Stop talking nonsense and jump in through the waterfall. ”

"What?

"Eh, how do you know? You've been here?"

"......'m fine, when I didn't say it. Qiao Guang patted his head, squinted his eyes and jumped into the waterfall.

After the coolness of his face, Qiao Guang came to a small world, as if isolated from the world, with stone tables and stone benches, green vines and purple potatoes, and a large cauldron, as big as a tank.

"Wow, it's quite chic, Ling'er, where did you learn about this place?" Qiao Guang looked at in amazement.

The corners of Ling'er's mouth twitched: "Tiangong Library, written in "Xiao Momo (Momo) Travels". ”

"Uh...... Well, this shows that there are still benefits to reading more, no matter what book you have. Qiao Guang laughed awkwardly.

"Wait a minute, you just jump into that iron pot, add some herbs according to my recipe, and then put some firewood and cook slowly for a few hours...... Oh no, the meridians will be fine. Ling'er smirked.

"I'll rub it, stew myself in an iron pot, then do you want some cumin?" Qiao Guang exclaimed.

"Hahahaha, be careful!" Ling'er suddenly stopped laughing and shouted loudly.

Qiao Guang's eyes flashed, his footsteps slipped sideways, and five fingers crossed in front of his eyes.

When the visitor saw that Qiao Guang had actually dodged, his face was shocked, he screamed, his palm was flicked, and the back of his hand slapped Qiao Guang's face.

"I'll go to your uncle's!" Qiao Guang saw that he had to move in an inch, and spit out with a mouthful of saliva, and then turned over and dodged.

"Ah!!h

"Why are you such a scoundrel!" the blue-robed man's eyes widened with rage. There is someone who is even more shameless and scoundrel than himself?!

The blue-robed man did not wear a mask, his hair was fluffy and messy, there was a faint thunder between his eyebrows, his face was thin, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he glared at Qiao Guang fiercely.

"Who is a scoundrel, it was you who attacked me first!" Qiao Guang scolded back.

The blue-robed man stared at him so big, and said angrily, "I haven't seen anyone fight and spit when I'm so big!"

Qiao Guang pouted: "Then you have seen it now, right? Don't open your nostrils to me, dirty." ”

"I'm rubbing, so rude, dare you report your name!"

"I am the little overlord of the capital!" Qiao Guang once again moved out of this name and said proudly.

The blue-robed man was stunned as if he had seen a ghost, and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"The little overlord of the capital. Qiao Guang gave him a disdainful look.

"???" The blue-robed man didn't know what to say, and the black man had a question mark face: "You are the little overlord of the capital, who is that Lao Tzu?"

"Who knows who you are...... Huh?" Qiao Guang felt that something was wrong, and looked at the past, this person's temperament was vigorous and resolute, and his body exuded the aura of Wang Ba from time to time, could it be ......?

"Who are you!dare to pretend to be my Lan Xingjun?!" The blue-robed man, our genuine little overlord of the capital, a famous scoundrel ruffian in the capital, was shocked and rebuked angrily.

The corners of Qiao Guang's mouth kept twitching, what kind of garbage luck is this, the world is so big, are we so fateful?

But Qiao Guang did not show weakness, and said stubbornly: "I'm Liang Qi, how about it?

"I'll rub it, after you pretend to be my cousin, it's really dead! Where did you come from the bold Diao Min!" Lan Xingjun had never seen such a brazen person, he thought that he was already brazen to a critical point, if he was more shameless than him, it would be really shameless.

Qiao Guang shrunk his neck, what's the situation? Fortunately, he couldn't help but say that he was a big bully, otherwise he would have to fight with his father?

Lan Xingjun stared at Qiao Guang and said gloomily: "The person who made me so angry last time can already herd cattle on the grave grass. ”

Qiao Guang replied: "I'm sorry, the person who made me so angry last time couldn't even find the grave." ”

"You're really so hateful!" Lan Xingjun's right arm muscles bulged, and he punched at Qiao Guang.