Chapter 6 The Sorrowful Turtle Bird

In the scorching summer, the vast sea, the blue waves.

A simple lonely boat, tossed on the sea. From the outside, it seems to be just the most humble small fishing boat, seven or eight zhang long, with an uppong in the middle, a sail, and two oars.

Compared with the sea, which was already a little turbulent at the moment, the lonely boat seemed to capsize at any time, but it never capsized, which is really amazing.

In the shadow of the sail, a man in a white robe sat leaning against the railing, looking in the direction of the sky.

The man looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen years old, with two good-looking eyebrows, and it was Fang Jun's eyebrows that had come down the mountain, but his face was once as handsome as jade, but now it was a lot darker, his hair had grown a lot, he was messy, his body was strong, his lips were chapped and chapped, and he didn't know how many days he hadn't drunk water.

......

This is already the second year after Fang Junmei went down the mountain.

The old man with the negative sword has traveled all his life, and has traveled extensively, and once told Fang Junmei that he has traveled all over the continent where Panguo is located, except for Panguo, it is some wild places on the edge, the area is not too large, and there are no hidden places of mountains and deep valleys at all.

Therefore, after going down the mountain, Fang Junmei picked the nearest direction and went straight to the sea.

After selling horses, buying a fishing boat, and preparing dry food and fresh water, he flew across the sea and embarked on a journey to seek immortals overseas.

Now in recent years, I haven't found any shadow of the land, the dry food and fresh water have already been eaten, if it weren't for the martial arts, the physique would have surpassed ordinary people, plus it rained from time to time in the sky, and it was easy to catch fish, Fang Junmei would have been finished a long time ago.

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Now, Fang Junmei hasn't drunk water for five or six days, and his body is still holding on, but there seems to be a flame burning in his stomach, which is very uncomfortable.

His gaze fell on a strange eagle in the sky not far away, and his expression was a little puzzled.

This strange eagle, unlike what is commonly seen, has open wings, about seven or eight feet, and what is more strange is that the pair of open cyan wings actually have a silver texture like a turtle's shell, if you shrink your head under the wings, it will definitely become a turtle-like existence.

"In the end, it is a land of the sea and the sky, even a bird, and it is different from Panguo, if you stay in Panguo for a lifetime, I am afraid you will never see this turtle bird. ”

Fang Junmei muttered to himself, looking at Dale, this person is an optimistic person, there is no negative emotion in his eyes, and his face is full of sunshine.

The strange eagle, who didn't know where it flew from, had been staring at Fang Junmei, just waiting for the opportunity to start, and when he heard the three words of the turtle bird, he seemed to understand, and his eyes showed a look of shame, this color of shame was not cold, but as vicious as a child of shame.

Fang Junmei's eyes were sharp, and after seeing the human-like expression, he was happy.

At this music, the strange eagle became more and more ashamed, and after letting out a somewhat fierce chirp from its mouth, it flapped its wings a few times and chased after it.

Fang Junmei has reached the peak of the martial arts in the world, of course he doesn't care about a bird, he still leans on the sail pole and blows the sea breeze.

Flutter –

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the sky roared.

Fang Junmei's eyes exploded, and when he looked at it, he saw that after the turtle bird approached within a distance of thirty or forty zhang, he opened his mouth and spit out, and there were transparent water arrow-like things that spit out from his mouth and shot at Fang Junmei.

Wow –

Fang Jun's eyebrows widened and his mouth opened wide.

Can you still play like this, what is this turtle bird?

He didn't know that this bird was called the Xuanwu Vulture, and the Xuanwu Vulture was a powerful race of the demon beast family, and the demon beast was a race that surpassed the beast's intelligence, but the Xuanwu vulture that attacked him was still a small weak chicken, not yet an adult, and what was released was the lowest level of water archery.

Fang Junmei has a lot of combat experience, and as soon as he heard the sound of the water arrow, he knew that if he was hit, he would keep the skin and flesh open, and with a snort, he picked up the acacia sword in his hand and pointed it out.

Silver rays flickered, and sword flowers bloomed.

Bang bang bang –

Fang Jun's eyebrows and long sword were lightly raised, and in his hand, the water arrow exploded, and the small water droplets splashed everywhere.

Some of them splashed on Fang Junmei's lips, and after Fang Junmei hesitated slightly, he saw that the water droplets that fell on the deck did not produce any weird mist foam, and he stretched out his tongue to add some, and the cool feeling of fresh water came immediately, and there was nothing else abnormal.

Fang Jun's eyebrows lit up, and he was worried that it had not rained and thirsty recently, and God sent a strange bird that sprayed water.

Swish!

Fang Junmei's brain turned extremely fast, a gorgeous turn, in the interval between battles, he took off the robe on his body first, threw it casually, and spread it on the deck, and then when he smashed those water arrows, he deliberately directed the exploding water droplets towards the rost, and soon, the robe was mostly wet.

Although the Xuanwu vulture was young and angry, it was not stupid, and it quickly saw through Fang Junmei's purpose, and roared sharply, and no longer spit out the water arrow, but pounced down, the speed was no less than that of a martial arts master who had reached the innate realm.

That's what I want you to do!

Fang Junmei smiled slightly, two rows of snow-white teeth, flashing a dazzling luster, and the true qi was running, pouring into the three-breath divine stone in his hand.

An instant later, the movements of the attacking Xuanwu vulture appeared in Fang Junmei's eyes as a scene that slowed down a few minutes. Fang Junmei stared at each other, his eyes were sharp, his pupils were slightly condensed, like that, as if he had been separated from the whole world.

One person, one bird, the distance is getting closer and closer!

When the Xuanwu vulture was more than ten zhang away, it suddenly waved its sharp claws, grabbed Fang Junmei's head, and pecked at the same time with its long beak, if it was pecked through, it would definitely die.

Fang Jun's eyebrows were like water, he saw every movement of the other party clearly, silently calculated the distance, and after half a breath, he suddenly started to move.

Flash!

Shift!

Clap!

The blade of the Acacia long sword pressed down, slammed down, slapped at the head of the Xuanwu vulture, and made a loud sound, the bird body of the Xuanwu vulture trembled violently, and was directly knocked out by Fang Junmei, and with a bang, it landed on the deck without any movement.

This series of movements is coherent to the extreme, and the speed is even more breathtaking.

"Now, you don't have to wait for rain every day. You bird, stay with me all the way until you find the mainland. ”

Fang Jun muttered to himself happily, entered the cabin, found a few ropes, and tied the feet, wings, and mouth of the Xuanwu vulture that had passed out.

Zheng Zheng –

Fang Junmei copied the long sword again, and struck the wings of the Xuanwu vulture a few times, making a strange sound of gold and stone, as if the wings covered with turtle textures were made of iron.

"I know your wings are weird, I don't want to fight there. ”

After Fang Junmei was surprised, he laughed, walked to the side, pillowed up his wet robe, and drank happily.

Optimistic, cheerful, and open-minded anytime and anywhere, this is Fang Junmei.

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Fang Jun's eyebrows were refreshing, in the far northeast of his position, on a dark island, there was a person who glanced in his direction.

The island is a hundred miles in circumference, the mountains are high and dense, at first glance, it is a little gloomy, especially the central mountain, black as ink, as high as three or four thousand zhang, full of cliffs that mortals cannot reach, and between the cliffs, there is a head and the basalt vulture that attacked Fang Junmei, a bird very similar to the one hovering around, clearly his kindred.

At the top of the mountain, there is a simple existence like a stone hall, and a bald old man sits in the middle of the hall.

The old man was thin and small, wearing a wide gray robe, dragging on the ground as if he had stolen it, with two drooping eyebrows, an eagle nose and round eyes, and a little green skin, which looked really strange.

Looking in the direction of Fang Junmei, it was this old man.

This glance is sharp and lofty, as if it has crossed thousands of miles of ocean.

After looking at it for a while, the old man rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Even a mortal can't beat it, it's just a loss of face for our Xuanwu Vulture clan, so let's let you suffer some hardships first." ”