Of course, although he failed to break through the realm, the total amount of the three forces in Zhao Ziming's body has increased a lot, and correspondingly, the time for the fusion of the three forces has also been extended, and the combat effectiveness has increased considerably.

The biggest change is in his body.

During this period of time, Zhao Ziming was alone, without a mount, only walking through the city and the wilderness with his legs, running for a distance of thousands of miles, weathering the wind and rain, and his body was thoroughly tempered from the inside out.

Without using the three forces, his physical strength alone had nearly doubled compared to before, and the strength and toughness of his flesh and bones far exceeded before.

Now, the blood veins in his bone marrow are already rich in silver, and they are only one step away from breaking through the bones and achieving silver refining!

Bang bang bang.

The rain was pouring down, the dense sound of rain obscured the world, and the slightest smell of blood drifted far away through the breeze.

Zhao Ziming's nose moved slightly, and he suddenly got up and walked forward.

He walked faster and faster, and in the faint morning light, he brought out a shadow line.

A hundred miles away, a fierce battle is underway.

Thousands of steppe wolves surrounded a temporary human camp, and more than 40 people relied on more than 20 wagons to form a rudimentary defensive circle, desperately resisting the onslaught of the wolves.

The Yuan Force on these people is agitated, and most of their cultivation is around the third knot, there are only five four-trick martial artists and one five-trick martial artist, with such strength, if there is no accident, it is a matter of time before they are wiped out by the wolves.

In the depths of the wasteland, like this kind of wolf tide of thousands of scales, the strength of the leader generally has six levels of the rank of the Rank Rank, which is equivalent to the Six Orifices of the Yuan Realm, and there are nearly a hundred Rank Rank Wolves with inferior strength below.

There were more than this number of human warriors in the camp, and one-third of them were exhausted and died in the belly of the wolf.

The rest of the people were also pale and sweating profusely, and from time to time someone was dragged into the wolves, leaving only a terrible scream.

They all knew that there was only one way to go on like this, but they didn't have any way, no one in this team could break through the onslaught of the wolves and kill the head wolf and the leader hidden inside.

"Ahhh

A warrior let out a frenzied howl, and the originally sluggish movements suddenly became fierce and powerful, and it actually pushed the constantly compressing defense line forward a little.

Under his influence, many other people also burst out of their spare strength, and for a while, the crumbling defensive circle was stabilized.

However, some people know that this situation is just a return to the light, the last burning before the fall of life, and it will not last long.

A moment later, the crowd was exhausted and had become the end of their crossbows, and just as they were desperately waiting for death, a high-pitched and mournful wail suddenly came from among the wolves.

This is the voice of the leader of the pack!

The whole pack of wolves was in an uproar, and the wolves stopped and looked at the leader's location, but could not see anything.

After a while, in the other direction, another wail rang out.

Wails rang out one after another, spreading far across the vast wasteland.

It's all the screams of a wolf when he dies!

The leader was dead, the head wolf was killed, the command system of the wolves collapsed, the panic spread rapidly, the wolves let out whimpering sounds, scattered and fled, and in a short time, they ran away.

The remnants of the warriors were deeply glad and puzzled, looking at the wolves that receded like a tide, they looked at each other, their faces were still confused.

"Look, there, there!"

A young warrior with a bloody face raised his right hand and pointed to a few places. Everyone followed his direction, only to see several wolf corpses lying motionless on the ground in the distance.

Those wolves are not ordinary steppe gray wolves, they are huge, twice the size of their kind, and their coat color is much darker, they are all the head wolves of the sergeant rank!

The warriors glanced at each other, supported their tired bodies and dispersed, and sure enough, they found more wolf corpses.

"Come on!" shouted the only five-trick martial artist in a dumb voice.

Everyone gathered in his place, and they all gasped.

In front of them, there was a big red and black wolf, larger than the previous wolf, it was not completely dead, but the warriors were not afraid, because it was dying.

A thumb-sized hole had been ripped open in its skull, and blood was oozing outward, staining the ground around it dark.

Wisps of blood qi were wrapped around the breach, emitting a faint red light, but these faint blood qi gave everyone an extremely heavy feeling, making them a little frightened.

That alone showed that this big wolf was much more powerful than the first wolves they had ever seen!

"This is the leader of the wolf king. The five-trick martial artist said word by word, "And at least the wolf king of the sixth rank of the junior rank, we are blessed to have met a big man." ”

To kill the leader of the wolf king and many head wolves in such a short period of time, in such a large scale of wolf tide, the five-trick martial artist knows its difficulty very well, even if he is a master of seven tricks and eight tricks, he may not have this ability!

He suddenly faced the east, bowed deeply with reverence, and said in a loud voice, "Thank you, sir!"

Seeing this, the others also bowed down, "Thank you, sir!"

At this time, the red sun had leapt over the horizon, and the dazzling morning glow sprinkled over the wasteland, adding a bit of grandeur and solemnity to it.

Zhao Ziming, who was walking towards the sun, heard the sound from a distance behind him, paused slightly, and sighed lightly.

This is the seventh wave of people he has saved in the wasteland in months.

The wasteland area is vast, and the deeper it goes, the more demon beasts there are, and the strength is generally not low.

After the standard of the corps assessment was lowered to three tips, a large number of warriors from remote areas formed teams to go to the city of exile.

Among these teams, the most powerful is at most a six-trick martial artist, and when he encounters a slightly larger number of beasts, or a single powerful demon beast, the whole team is in danger of being destroyed.

But even so, those warriors who met the assessment standards of the corps were like moths to a fire, and they continued to rush to the city of exile, and I don't know how many of them were buried in the belly of the beast and buried in the wasteland.

In this regard, Zhao Ziming was not surprised, anyone in such a never-ending sin realm, once the opportunity to leave came, he would fight hard.

Half a day later, the sun went down.

A mottled majestic city bathed in the sunset, looking stable and peaceful.

The road into the city is full of cars, horses and pedestrians returning from all directions.

Zhao Ziming stopped, looked up at the words "City of Exile" above the city gate, and then slowly entered the city with the flow of people.

Qianli Pavilion, the little guy guarding the door was about to close, and when he saw a young man walking towards him, he greeted him with a smile, "This little brother, this pavilion-"

Before he finished speaking, a chuckle came from behind him, "You go down, I'll receive this guest." ”

The little guy was stunned for a moment, then turned around and responded: "Yes, Ruolan is in charge." Respectfully stepped aside.

"Zhao Gongzi, long time no see. Ruolan was dressed in a red cheongsam with a graceful posture, she walked up to the young man with a smile and a smile.

Seeing her familiar face, a slight smile also appeared on Zhao Ziming's face, "Miss Ruolan." ”

Looking at his bland reaction, a subtle resentment flashed in Ruolan's eyes, and then she calmed down and said with a smile: "Uncle Lu Sen just hasn't left yet, I'll take you to see him." ”

Penthouse Secret Room.

Lu Sen said with an apologetic face, "I'm really sorry, Childe, I've tried my best, but I still haven't been able to find out the news of your two friends." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Ziming sighed secretly in his heart, his eyes drooped slightly, he was silent for a moment, and asked, "What about the thunder?"

Lu Sen said: "I have collected one hundred and eighteen demon horse mounts, of which thirty of them meet the physical signs of Childe's thunder, and they are stocked in a manor outside the city, as for whether there is thunder in it, I need to confirm it in person, I will take Childe over tomorrow, how about it?"

"Go now. Zhao Ziming got up and said.

Ruolan didn't seem to expect him to be so anxious, and her bright eyes widened. Lu Sen was also stunned for a moment, and then said: "Then it will be according to what the son said." ”

After a cup of tea, Zhao Ziming and Lu Sen stood outside the city.

After a while, Ruolan, who had changed into civilian clothes, galloped over, pinned the loose lock of hair back behind her ears, and said slightly apologetically: "Childe has been waiting for a long time. ”

Zhao Ziming shook his head lightly and said, "It's okay, let's go." ”

So the three of them rode their horses and whips and went straight to the west of the city.

The manor house is located on a small hill and shows signs of restoration, with a heightened and thickened perimeter wall, and a watchtower guarded by armoured soldiers.

Outside the manor, a group of soldiers approached from one side, as if patrolling, and walked to the other.

In this case, it looks like a small barracks!

"Childe, this is the training base of the Corps, and the war horses are all placed in Houzhuang. Lu Sen dismounted and said while leading Zhao Ziming and the others towards the gate of Zhuangzi.

"Hmm. Zhao Ziming had already carefully observed the surrounding situation, and did not find anything wrong, so he responded indifferently.

He concentrated on the thought of the thunder in his mind, and found that there was still no movement, and his heart sank slightly.

When this happens, it shows that the thunder is unlikely to be in Zhuangzi.

Sure enough, Zhao Ziming followed Lu Sen all the way into Houzhuang unimpeded, walked all over the stable, and did not see thunder.

"Zhao Gongzi, is it still ...... Didn't you?" Ruolan saw that Zhao Ziming stopped and asked softly.

Lu Sen looked at his face, he already knew the result, and his eyelids jumped when he was shocked by Ruolan's question, for fear that Zhao Ziming would be angry, so he hurriedly said: "Son, don't be impatient, please wait a little longer, I am still sending someone to continue to investigate, as soon as there is news, I will inform you immediately." ”

Zhao Ziming was silent for a moment and said, "Forget it, I don't have time, if you find them in the future, you will settle them for me." ”

Lu Sen hurriedly said: "This is nature. ”