As soon as the midsummer sky was blackened, the chirping of countless frogs and insects sounded, wave after wave, one after another. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bang!"

It was as if something fell into the nearby rice pile, making a short, rapid muffled sound, but it soon disappeared into the noisy chirping around it, and did not attract the attention of others.

"We ...... Yaowang ...... Pills...... Young Master...... Stealing ......"

Under a big tree on the south side of the grain pile, two people were sneaky and talking in whispers, and their voices were intermittent, so that people could not hear them clearly.

"Ahem—"

There was a sudden trembling cough in the rice pile, and the sound was so small that if you were not careful, you would mistake it for the cry of other insects and birds.

"Who!"

Under the trees to the south, a thin man dressed in a night-walking suit suddenly turned his head to look at the grain pile and let out a low sigh.

His face was covered with a black cloth, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he should be a man when he heard the voice, his eyes were blazing, but this essence was fiercely murderous.

Opposite the man in black, there was also a man in black, also masked, but with a burly figure, the cuffs shrunk above the crooks of the arms, revealing green tendons and strong muscles.

His eyes were filled with confusion as he followed the gaze of the thin man in black.

Except for the incessant cries of frogs, there was nothing.

"Did I mishear?" the thin man in black seemed a little unsure.

With so many things happening recently, pressing on their nerves, the strong man in black thought that his junior brother was already a little suspicious at this time.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

The two voices were one after the other, and the interval was only a blink of an eye.

A gray hare sprang out of the heap of grain, and before it had traveled a few feet, it collapsed to the ground, motionless, and then a pool of black blood appeared under it. Upon closer inspection, the gray rabbit had a cross dart nailed to its neck, and its wound was bubbling with black blood. Obviously, the darts are coated with poison.

"It's a rabbit!" the sturdy man in black exhaled, "Why have you been nervous lately, let's go back and rest this time." He shook his head, looking helpless.

The thin man in black was silent, his eyes burning, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After more than a dozen breaths, he suddenly raised his arm and pointed along the grain pile, a fiery red light ignited from the tip of his index finger, and he immediately burst out: "Go!"

I saw the light turn into a firebird, and instantly crashed into the grain pile, as if dry wood met a fierce fire, only to hear a boom, the burning grain pile exploded and scattered, illuminating the almost black field, the sky was full of sparkling fire, like stars, just a few breaths, the sparks were extinguished, and the earth fell into darkness again.

The original location of the grain pile left only a black ash that was about to melt into the night.

"Did I really mishear?" muttered the thin man in black, as if not trusting his own judgment.

The sturdy man in black seemed to be impatient, and said in a heavy voice: "If the junior brother is free, play it yourself, I will go first, and I will not accompany you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's figure gradually disappeared, turning into a black mist, and disappeared into the vast night in a blink of an eye.

The thin man in black was not affected by the changes in the people around him, but only lowered his head in contemplation, and finally turned around and walked into the distance as if he didn't think of anything.

An hour later.

"It seems that I really misheard. Above the ashes, a thin man stared back and forth at the ground beneath his feet, it was the man in black who had long since left.

In fact, he did not go far, but hid in a tuft of grass in the distance, secretly observing here, he always trusted his intuition, because it was this intuition that allowed him to escape countless times, but this time, he had to admit that sometimes intuition does go wrong.

After a few flashes, he appeared five feet away, he couldn't delay for such a long time for something inexplicable, after all, there were still many important things to do when he went back.

The night fell silent again.

Before you know it, the east begins to turn white, and the sun is red like a ripe tomato, emerging from the bottom of the mountain, and does not stop until it hangs on the treetops.

At this moment, the soil squirmed as if something was moving under the black ash of the earth.

"Sa-"

The soil layer suddenly cracked, raising countless mud particles, the dust settled, and the place also returned to its original earthy yellow, and after a while, a young man came out of the fresh soil, and then lay facing the sky, put on a comfortable posture in a "big" shape, and breathed heavily.

The boy was fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in blue, strips of cloth—what was supposed to be a shirt, but for some reason, it was rotten and unpresentable, like strips of cloth, wrapped around him.

His bare skin was wheat-colored, and he seemed to have been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time, and looked healthy, but his face was as white as snow, and there was no blood, as if he had collapsed.

His appearance is ordinary, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his figure is slightly thin, just like a young man in the mountains.

His name is Xiao Po.

After about a cup of tea, Xiao Pocai slowly got up from the ground, looked down at his outfit, worse than calling Huazi, and smiled helplessly.

He was very glad that if he hadn't fallen from the sky and smashed into the pile of rice, it was still unknown whether he would have lived or died.

When he fell from the crack in time and space, he naturally found two men in black not far away, but falling from such a high place, even if there was a pile of grain underneath, made him grin in pain, although he had suppressed his moaning to a minimum, he was still found by the short man in black.

If two days ago, like those two men in black, he waved his hand, these two people would turn into ashes and disappear completely into the sky, leaving no trace.

But at the moment, he can't do that.

"Xiu Wei has actually descended to the fifth layer of Qi Gathering, and his age has returned to fifteen years old?" Xiao Po pinched his chin, his eyes fluttering, "It seems that after I fled, they did something to the rift in time and space." ”

Two days ago, Xiao Po was participating in an auction in the Taixuan Polar Mirror, and halfway through, the auction hall took out a set of treasures - a book of exercises and a sword.

The book is called "Baishou Taixuan Jing", and the sword name is Taixuan Sword. They are very peculiar treasures, if you want to use the Taixuan Sword, you must cultivate the "Taixuan Sutra", in the same way, if you want to cultivate the "Taixuan Sutra", you must have the Taixuan Sword. This is very rare among all kinds of exercises.

Xiao Po scoffed at this set of treasures, and the reason was because of the "Taixuan Sutra". What is recorded in this exercise is the cultivation method from the condensation period to the tribulation period, and there is not even an immortal period, and Xiao Po has broken through the immortal period for nearly 10,000 years.

At that time, he was quite puzzled in his heart, why this set of treasures that barely ranked on the ground-level exercises, saint-level magic weapons, would appear in the auction of high-level immortal cultivators, you must know that few people would bid for heaven-level exercises and Dao-level magic weapons, and most immortal cultivators were just keen on pills and heavenly and earthly treasures.

Xiao Po was not the only one, most of the people at the auction couldn't figure out the situation and were watching from the sidelines.

There are only two parties in contention, one of which is the Shanggong Road of Detong Prefecture.

Shanggong Dao is Xiao Po's old friend, as a powerful force in the Taixuanji Mirror, the door is naturally arrogant, and he doesn't look at anyone in his eyes, Xiao Po is a nosy person, and he always rubs with them on weekdays. It's just a little bit of a fight, and Shanggong Dao doesn't take Xiao Po seriously, after all, he is a loner, which annoys him, and he doesn't know what to do.

This auction is different, according to the rules, all auction items, the highest bidder wins. Who knew that the financial resources of the people of the Shanggong Dao were slightly inferior to the other party, so they fought on the spot and fought with the other party. The forces presiding over the auction, because they are confident that no one dares to make trouble, have been comfortable for a long time, and the defenses everywhere are lax and lazy, so they are helpless about such a scene.

Kaminomiya Dao eventually gained the upper hand and captured the treasure.

Everyone was in an uproar! Although there was a lot of anger in their hearts, they were still afraid of the other party's strength, and no one moved lightly.

This kind of thing, how can Xiao Po see it, immediately shoot the case, wave his big hand, tens of thousands of puppets are out, and the Shanggong Dao is dark, these people are invincible, so they abandon the treasure and flee.

Xiao Po wanted to return the treasure to the person who took it, but the other party didn't know where to flee to, and Xiao Po didn't know them, so he thought in his heart that he would give them to them when he met them next time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the house, the people from the palace road came to encircle and kill.

Dozens of Deadpools, this is a master who is a few points more powerful than the true immortals, Xiao Po is difficult to resist, and when the immortal puppets are all damaged, he has no choice but to break the void and escape into the gap in time and space.

At that time, he was like a headless fly, and he didn't distinguish the direction, and he was rampage, and at this moment, a hurricane suddenly blew in front of him, and Xiao Po's eyes were black, and he was unconscious.

After waking up, Xiao Po only felt the whirring sound in his ears, and his body fell sharply, he wanted to stop it, but his body couldn't move at all, so he could only let it go on like this.

That's what happened last night.

Xiao Po wanted to kill the two annoying men in black, but he was seriously injured, so he couldn't do that.

The internal injuries after the fight have not healed, and he tried his last strength to forcibly urge the secret method to kill people, and he is still an irrelevant person, and leaving the root of the disease is not what Xiao Po wants, so he resorted to the only trick he can use - illusion to deceive the thin man in black.

Wait until your physical strength recovers before you break through the ground.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Xiao Po looked nervous, and hurriedly raised his hand to touch the neckline, until he touched something, then he breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you are still here." ”

Stretching his waist, Xiao Po couldn't help but be a little dazed, "Let's find a place to settle down first." ”

After taking out a new blue cloth shirt from the storage bag and changing it into, Xiao Po burst out laughing. This cloth shirt is a thing of the past, and it is quite wide for my current body, which is thin, the corners of the shirt are hanging on the ground, and the sleeves completely cover the hands.

Looking around nonchalantly, observing the surrounding environment, Xiao Po raised his feet to the north and walked away.