"Thank you, old man, when I come back from Fuso, I will definitely thank you." As he spoke, the bear seemed to forget about the rain and jumped out at once.

This made the old man lying on the ground completely stunned, "This young man, it's really crazy, it's raining so hard, he rushed out without even an umbrella, and he hasn't worn a hat yet." ”

But Xiong didn't care so much, he was just thinking about the ship to go to Fuso.

After someone pointed the way, the bear only felt that there was a bright spot in front of him. He seemed to see passer-by A waving at him.

"Bah. The bear ran and ran, and was slipped by the mud under his feet.

The bear was on all fours, and he fell into, and his clothes were all soaked, and they were covered in muddy yellow, as if he had just crawled out of a dung pit.

The bear's hair was also soaked, and droplets of water continued to leave from above, like a black waterfall.

The port is in the east, and the bear is also running towards the east, but the farther east, the less solid the bear's heart becomes.

To the east, there is a powerful aura.

The bear felt that this breath was too powerful, and since the bear was born, he had never encountered such a powerful breath, and this breath seemed to be able to swallow the sky and destroy everything in the world.

What kind of person would have such a powerful aura? With this question, Xiong walked towards the east of Yangcheng little by little.

With each step, this feeling became stronger for the bear: "I seem to feel his frequency!"

The bear's lowered head suddenly lifted and looked towards the place where he sensed.

But at this look, the bear lost his mind all of a sudden, no wonder this force is so powerful, this is not a person at all!

Not people, what is that?

I saw a three-person tall sea Lang struck in the direction of the bear. Looking at the surrounding houses, they have long been covered by this monstrous sea, and the port in the east of the city has long been gone, and this Lang flower has swallowed everything.

The bear hurriedly ran in the direction of return. If you don't run again, you will probably be swallowed by this giant Lang, and then buried forever in this bottomless sea, buried in the middle of the belly of the river fish.

"No, this ferry port is gone, isn't the boat gone?" Xiong only then remembered that the monstrous giant Lang just now had swallowed up the port, and there was no ship left, that is, he couldn't go to sea again.

This makes Xiong very anxious, time is money, and as long as he is a day late, he may miss the route of passerby A, which will delay a lot of time.

But now there are no ships, and the bear cannot land on the island to Fuso, so he can only look at each other from afar.

Thinking of this, the bear ran towards the woods, he already had a preliminary plan. The bear is going to make a small boat by himself. The boat can be small, but it must be sturdy enough to take itself to Fuso.

However, on this rainy day, how difficult it is to be a boat. Just chopping wood is enough for the bear. Xiong alone, standing in the wind and rain, took the Heavenly Sword as an axe, and slashed towards the thick big locust tree, "I'm sorry, I have to find Passerby A immediately." ”

Thirteen swords, the bear cut off seven trees. The timber of these seven trees is enough to build a medium-sized ship. It's just that Xiong has never built a boat, and he doesn't know how it was built, so he can only rely on his own imagination to explore. As for when the ship will be built, this is unknown.

"Just find the largest piece of wood. Thinking so, the bear picked out the largest of the seven trees.

The bear sat on another fallen tree with his chin propped up, looking at the woods, trying to figure out how to build a ship.

But after thinking about it for a long time, Xiong only felt that he was getting farther and farther away from reality. Xiong felt that it was too difficult to build a ship on his own.

Suddenly, a spiritual light appeared in front of Xiong's eyes, "Yes, I can hollow out the middle of the wood and make a canoe, so that I can get on this canoe and head towards Fuso." Xiong laughed, and then the Heavenly Sword in his hand began to dance on the wood.

Such a good Heavenly Absolute Sword, in vain as an ancient famous sword, is now actually used as an axe, if this is known to the person who forged the sword, how sad it should be?

One thousand and thirty swords, one thousand and thirty-one swords, the bear's sword was still waving on the wood. The rain crackled on the bear's shoulders and smashed on the bear's head, making a striking and colliding sound.

The rain curtain was like a curtain, blocking the bear's view. Xiong shook his hair, along with sweat and rain, and tossed it aside, and then continued to wave the Heavenly Absolute Sword in his hand, "One Thousand and Thirty-Two Swords!"

It's been five hours, and the rain is still falling in the sky. There was no dry place on the bear's body, and every inch of skin had been fully watered by the heavy rain countless times.

"One thousand and thirty-three swords!" the bear's sword was still waving

I don't know when, the rain has stopped, and the sky is no longer cloudy, and the sun is smiling. The bear raised his head and looked at the rainbow on the horizon, as if he saw hope.

"I'm leaving!" Xiong Jiang Heavenly Sword danced for the last time, "Call it a day!"

Xiong was not sure how long the canoe would last, but he was confident that he would be able to reach Fusang and overcome all the difficulties.

So, the bear, alone, dragged his own canoe, came to the port.

The huge Lang flower is long gone, and the rising sea has receded. All that remained was the washed away houses and the port, which seemed to be very old.

At the port, there is no more ship.

All the ships were shot away by the giant Lang in the monstrous giant Lang just now, and they don't know where they are drifting at this moment.

"Hey, hey. The bear looked at his humble canoe, and then at the boundless ocean, and couldn't help laughing at himself, "A flat boat, crossing the sea." ”

Picking up a piece of hard wood as a pulp, the bear slowly pushed the canoe into the sea. At this time, the bear climbed into the canoe and waved his hand at the port where he had just left, as if to say goodbye to someone.

Immediately after that, the bear stopped looking back and paddled the oars as hard as he could, as if in a race. This canoe floats in the sea, slowly moving along with the direction of the water. The oars in the bear's hands are almost useless.

In the vast sea, this little power of people seems to be a little insignificant.