In a valley three hundred miles away from Qingyun Mountain, a golden light burst out, stopping at the bottom of the valley, three feet above the ground, bright and uncertain.

After two or three breaths, the golden light suddenly disappeared, and a young man fell from the air, his steps staggered, the sword came out of the pestle, and the scarlet blood slowly flowed from the sword.

"My three-star magic talisman! damn it!" A half-foot-long golden talisman in front of the young man floated in the air, the light flickered, and under his nervous gaze, the light of the talisman disappeared and slowly fell to the ground.

His clothes were broken, all of them were wounded by swords, and his right shoulder was stabbed through, and at this moment, the flesh was rolling, and blood was pouring out. Seriously injured, his eyes were full of the talisman seal. Seeing it fall to the ground, his eyes were full of surprise, but when he looked closely, the runes were dim, but they wailed, and seemed to make him more painful than the wounds on his body.

He carefully rolled up the talisman seal on the ground, took out a brocade box from the bag behind his back and gently put the talisman seal in, and the moment he closed it, he breathed a long sigh of relief. After relaxing, he noticed the injuries around him, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground. Enduring the severe pain, he turned out a palm-sized bottle from the package, uncorked it, and a pungent smell emanated from the bottle. Ignoring this, he carefully poured the powder inside on the wound on his shoulder, the sharp pain made his arm twitch, his whole body trembled, his forehead was bruised, and he sweated in an instant.

"If I don't take revenge, I swear I won't be a person!" Thinking of his seriously injured body and almost damaged Divine Talisman, he was furious, and the wound on his shoulder that had just been bandaged under the blood was red again.

"Ahh

If Jiang Nian was here, he would definitely exclaim, this person's form is the same as the first action of the "Miscellaneous Notes on Fitness".

After about a stick of incense, the young man opened his eyes, although the injury was suspended, but the severe pain did not weaken much, and he moved his right arm slightly, and the severe pain made him gasp.

"I hurt my muscles and veins, so I can only go back to the door for treatment, but if I go back at this time, I will definitely hurt the poisonous hands of those thieves!" "Since there is no way to retreat, I want to see what is so strange about the places on this map that can make those beasts kill me regardless of the rules!"

Yu took out a few pieces of broken skin in his arms, I don't know what kind of material it was, and after splicing it for a while, it was combined into a map. After comparing the terrain, he pulled out the sword that was inserted in the side, tore off a rag and wiped the blood from the sword, and returned the sword to its sheath.

His hands flew and he quickly pinched the trick, and suddenly said, "Get up!" For some reason, the young man looked at the scabbard behind him a little nervously. After a short wait, the sword jerked out of its sheath, and it touched the scalp at an astonishing speed, and the sudden chill on the back of the head startled the young man, and he touched the back of his head, but grabbed back a handful of broken hair.

"What the hell is this broken sword, and you dare to cut me!" He almost completed the feat of suicide just now, and in a fit of rage, he scolded loudly, and was about to scold the unscrupulous seller of this sword, as if he remembered something, his expression froze.

"Hmph! The master is not finished with him!" The words that came to his mouth were swallowed by him, and he looked stupid after saying a cruel word.

Struggled to jump on the slightly higher sword floating in front of him, looked at his feet, there was a trace of pride in his expression, the sleeves of his tattered robe shook, his chin was slightly raised, and he looked ahead, if he didn't look carefully, he also had some sword fairy style.

"Hurry!" shouted loudly, startling a flock of birds in the forest...

He squinted his eyes, ready to fend off the fierce wind in his face, but after about five or six breaths, it was still quiet, and there seemed to be a slight difference from the sword he had imagined to be in the sky. Suspiciously, he opened a slit, but found that he was still in place... The young man's face became darker and darker with the naked eye, and finally it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Looking around, and seeing that there was no one around, he scolded again, completely losing the appearance of the sword immortal who said 'disease' in a loud voice. At this time, if anyone is here, they will see a large hairless and tattered young man standing on top of a sword, constantly trampling, and screaming fiercely: "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

cough, not to mention this poor nameless young man, on the other side, Jiang Wu has already come to the back mountain and is rushing to the mountain stream.

It was almost noon when he came to the mountain stream, and it took him a lot of time to set up a few traps and medicine arrows. It was already late autumn, and it would be much more difficult to hunt after winter, so he had to seize every opportunity to go into the mountains and hunt more to prepare for the winter.

After habitually turning around, and after confirming that there was no one, he untied the rope, tied one end to a bare black rock, and threw the other straight into the pool. Descending into the pool, the water was more bitter than usual, and the icy water soaked his chest.

Pulling out the long knife, he slashed his palm without hesitation, and blood dripped down. When the water in the pool emitted a familiar green light, he smiled slightly, opened the copper kettle, blocked the spout with one hand, and put both hands into the water. Dozens of green points of light came from all directions, gathered at his wound, and he waited quietly without hurrying.

After a stick of incense, seeing that the wound was about to heal, he aimed the copper kettle at the wound, and suddenly loosened the blocked spout, and more than a dozen small green dots were sucked into the pot. Take out the water, quickly close the cover, tie it to your waist, grab the rope, climb to the top of the stream, and a series of actions do not drag the mud and water in the slightest.

After putting away the rope, he quickly left, trying to minimize the traces left on the side of the mountain stream so that no one else would discover the secret.

Just as Jiang Wu left the mountain stream, the young man had already stepped on his crooked flying sword and came to the outside of Qingyun Mountain. This time he was clever enough to recite the mantra, and when he was about six or seven feet above the ground, he jumped down while the flying sword was not paying attention. In mid-air, looking at the flying sword behind him, he felt very proud, but he didn't want to think about it, at such a height, his injury...

"Ahh

A gust of mountain wind blew, the back of his head was cold, and he seemed to think of something. I saw him run out of the smoke, stuck the scabbard behind his back far on the ground, and then trotted all the way back to the same place, glanced at the sword floating in the air, and quickly pinched the seal, and after a long time, the sword flew crookedly into it.

"Ahh Taking out the tattered map and trying to compare the terrain, the young man walked into Qingyun Mountain with a flying sword on his back.

Jiang Wu found a fat roe deer by the stream at this time, and he was about to make a contribution with one arrow, but he was found by this alert roe deer. In desperation, Jiang Wu could only send arrows and drive the roe deer to the direction of the trap, and if he was lucky, he hoped to catch it. The topography of Qingyun Mountain can be said to be well known to Jiang Wu, hunting all year round, and there are few people here, every grass and tree is in his memory.

After a while, when the roe deer ran down the slope, he was quick and quick, and when he raised his hand, he shot an arrow to the right side of the roe deer. The arrow carried a special horn on the arrow, and made a sharp and rapid screeching sound, and the roe deer was startled by this piercing sound, and suddenly turned left and disappeared.

Seeing that the roe deer was gone, Jiang Wu didn't rush to catch up as before, but slowed down. He walked down the slope, picked up the arrow he had just shot, and swiped his right hand across the kettle at his waist, and smiled happily at the thought of something pleasing to him.

But no one knew that this warm smile was frozen in the next moment because of a scream from the roe deer.