The team of hundreds of people left Qingyun Sect chatting and laughing and walked into the deep Yunluo Forest.
The ancient trees are towering, the old trees are thick, all kinds of branches are growing wildly, poisonous snakes are dormant, wild beasts are in and out, and it is full of dangers.
Ancient forest ancient atmosphere.
The team trekked through the old forest, where the ground was covered with thick dead leaves, drooping branches, and cluttered corners. Occasionally, they could see dead bones of wild beasts.
Qin Ming walked at the back carrying an iron bucket weighing a thousand kilograms, wary of the moist and dense old forest. Others may have had the experience of breaking into the forest many times, but it was really the first time for him to leave Qingyun Sect in eight years, and he had no idea what was going on outside.
A black bear grunted and walked past the old forest nearby, glanced at their team coldly, grinned and roared, an invisible wave of air filled the air, and the gravel on the ground rose densely, surrounding it.
Spirit demon!
The smell is very powerful.
The herb collection team ignored the black bear. There are hundreds of us. Are we afraid of you
Qin Ming didn't dare to be careless. He quietly clasped the flying knife at his waist with his right hand and was on guard.
The black bear did not launch an attack and watched them leave from a distance before moving its majestic body into the old forest.
The mountain road was ups and downs, and the roots of various trees were intertwined. The other disciples walked very easily. From time to time, they would run into the tree canopy and do some laps to express themselves to the female disciples. They occasionally chased the spirit monsters to show their strong strength. Qin Ming carried a thousand kilograms of heavy weight on his back and walked very cautiously step by step. However, he was not annoyed or irritable. He walked steadily, breathing smoothly, and his back was straight, treating the mountain road with heavy loads as an experience.
After walking for three days, the herb collection team went deep into the old forest and reached the top of a thousand-meter-high mountain.
"This peak is very special, like a black eagle spreading its wings. We regard it as a symbol of this mountainous area, and we are still gathering here half a month later."
"Qin Ming, the handyman, distribute the tools in the iron barrels to each group. Wait here by yourself. Don't run around. Otherwise, don't blame others if you lose your life."
"This old forest is very dangerous. Everyone should be careful and try not to provoke the spirit monsters."
"Remember, we will meet in half a month. Don't delay for too long."
The team will be divided into fifteen groups, with one or two Yaoshan disciples paired with four or five guardian disciples, balanced and deployed according to their respective strengths.
Each herb collection team will disperse to different mountainous areas to search for spiritual herbs.
Qin Ming put down the iron bucket and took out all the tools and dry food inside.
"Commander Qin Ming, stay at the top of the mountain and don't run around." Zhao Min blinked at Qin Ming, her red lips flaming, charming and enchanting.
"Don't run around! I don't want to be responsible for your death." A Yaoshan disciple reminded him coldly.
"Let's set out and wish each group a great harvest."
Everyone shouted collectively and left the top of the mountain carrying their baggage, leaving only Qin Ming alone.
Qin Ming stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the vast forest. The forest sea was undulating, and there were all kinds of strange peaks and mountains. The thin white mist was floating in the sky. It changed its appearance with the breeze. The scenery was magnificent and majestic. A feeling of vastness hit his face. Come, take a deep breath, feel fresh and comfortable, feel relaxed and happy.
However, this is a primeval forest, and there are all kinds of dangers underneath the beautiful scenery on the surface. The deep mountains and old forests are full of wild beasts and spirits, and cruel predators of the weak and the strong are being staged.
For Qin Ming, the more serious danger is not in the forest, but in Zhao Min! That bitch must have had bad intentions when she brought him to the herb collection team. He stood expressionless for a while, then walked to the edge of the "Eagle's Beak" cliff at the top of the mountain. He slowly shrugged his shoulders, stretched his limbs, and hung under the "Eagle's Beak" along the steep and dangerous arc of the cliff.
Not long after, a herb collection team returned to the top of the mountain.
"Little handyman, sister is here to see you." Zhao Min smiled and walked. The skin half-exposed under the short coat is extremely tender and tender, showing an extremely charming youthful atmosphere. The swan-like neck is as white and smooth as a flower, and is as delicate as a flower. Wherever she goes, she dazzles people, eclipsing the wild flowers in the forest.
A strong male disciple followed closely behind her: "I'll take care of him first. I heard he's a tough guy? I like to hear the screams of tough guys."
The disciple of the Medicine Mountain smiled brightly: "Let me see the blood first. Every time I collect medicine, I sacrifice blood to the mountain. I used to use the blood of spirit demons, but this time I will try the effect of human blood."
"Don't be so loud, you'll scare our little handyman."
"Huh? Where is Qin Mingren?"
There is only a solitary iron barrel on the top of the mountain, and there is no trace of Qin Ming.
"Did he run away?" Zhao Min's expression changed slightly, and he motioned for the four of them to spread out and look for him.
As a result, they searched the top of the mountain but could not find Qin Ming. Reluctantly, I searched again, but still found no one.
"Cunning boy, he may have run away with other teams." Zhao Min knew that Qin Ming would not sit still and wait for death, but he did not expect to react so quickly and withdraw from the beginning.
"What should we do now?" A disciple carrying a silver gun walked to the edge of the 'Eagle's Mouth' cliff, looked down, and quickly stepped back. Once he fell, he would be on a thousand-meter cliff.
Zhao Min said in a harsh tone: "Qin Ming must die, we cannot let him return to Qingyun Sect alive."
The Yaoshan disciple said with relief: "Don't be impatient, Miss Zhao Min. Since we promised to cooperate with you, we will not break our promise. He is just a servant, no matter how special he is, he is still a servant. I really don't care about the consequences of killing him. What's more, haha, he He will die in the forest with no bones left. Who knows how he died? Let’s chase him now. Qin Ming shouldn’t be able to run very far.”
"Thank you for your hard work, brothers and sisters. The benefits I promised will only be more, not less."
"Haha, Miss Zhao Min, you're welcome. It's our honor to serve you."
"Chase! Qin Ming doesn't understand the situation here and can't run far." Zhao Min hated Qin Ming. Ever since he was seriously injured that day, he had been thinking about how to deal with him. The more he thought about it, the more he hated him and wanted to kill him. This time, he finally persuaded the disciples of Yaoshan to recruit Qin Ming into the herb collection team and left Qingyun Sect far away. The opportunity was rare and Qin Ming could not be allowed to run away again.
Under the cliff of 'Eagle Beak', Qin Ming was hanging steadily, and he could hear their conversation clearly, and his eyes were getting colder and colder. I thought Zhao Min was just going to teach him a lesson and humiliate him, but he didn't expect that he was going to kill him directly.
late at night!
In the dense and dark jungle, wild beasts appear, spirits and monsters roar, and the air is filled with dangerous atmosphere. The ancient giant trees looked more like ferocious monsters in the dark shadows, which was terrifying.
Zhao Min and the others have not found Qin Ming since they found him during the day. The higher the realm of warriors, the more sensitive their spiritual consciousness becomes. With the strength of the five of them, it should be easy to search for Qin Ming. It will take some time at most, but now they can't even find Qin Ming's shadow.
"It shouldn't be. Qin Ming is very weak and inexperienced. It is impossible to avoid our tracking."
"With his strength, he will have no choice but to run away if he encounters any spirit demon. He should be easily discovered by us."
"Hmph, maybe the spirit demon has eaten it as a snack."
Their faces were all ugly, and they felt ashamed that a little servant had them stalked for a whole day.
They all wanted to show off in front of Zhao Min, but so far it has made everyone embarrassed.
"Qin Ming can't hide for long, especially at night." Zhao Min walked at the front with a cold face. He must find Qin Ming tonight. The longer time passes, the farther and more hidden Qin Ming may be. Find him later. It's even more troublesome.
"You little bastard, you're really good at hiding." The young man holding the silver gun walked at the back. Suddenly, he frowned: "Wait a minute!"
"What's going on?" The four of them immediately became vigilant and listened to what was going on around them.
"You think... could it be that Qin Ming never left the top of the mountain at all?"
"We searched all over the top of the mountain and scanned the forest on the way down. He couldn't be there."
"What I mean is, is he hiding under the Eagle Beak Cliff..." Before the silver gun boy could finish his words, he suddenly turned around and stared into the darkness with his sharp eyes.
At this moment, three rays of light tore through the night sky, spinning rapidly, carrying a roaring wind, and came towards their faces.
"Looking for death!" The boy with the silver gun shouted coldly, flipping the spear, the tip of the spear grazed the ground, and exploded with a blow, the flames rose up, burning fiercely, the tip of the spear was cunning and fast, and fired three rays of light in a row.
However…
Clang!
When the silver gun hit the first ray of light, it exploded with a deafening roar. The ray of light was a flying knife. The power of the knife was very terrifying. It shocked his shooting skills on the spot. He was caught off guard and almost fell down. The other two flying knives It came unimpeded and penetrated his body with a bang.
The flying knives were very powerful. One pierced the abdomen and the other pierced the shoulder, causing blood to fly.
"Ah..." The boy with the silver gun screamed, staggering back after being hit by the power of the flying knife.
"Who is it?" Zhao Min and the others' expressions changed drastically.
A figure suddenly rushed out of the darkness in front, running fast, and appeared in front of the silver gun boy in an instant. Wheel fists exploded, strong winds roared, and violent power gathered into the fists.
"Save me!" The boy with the silver gun screamed, spurting blood, his face full of horror.
Click! The King Kong Jin pressed hard on his chest, and the force of over a thousand kilograms exploded to the extreme, shattering the sternum on the spot and blasting him out. The sternum was shattered and inserted into the heart. The Silver Spear disciple spit out blood and flew upside down from the ground.
The others' expressions changed suddenly. The two disciples next to them reacted the fastest and shouted: "Stop him!"
One person wields a sword, slashing fiercely with two swords. The blade bursts out with dazzling golden light, and countless light and shadows are produced along with the sword's power: "Knives, cut shadows."
One person pushed it out with both palms, and surging waves of rustic air flew fiercely, stirring up sand and dust all over the ground: "The earth howled."
The figure stomped on the ground while running wildly, jumped three meters high, and rushed into the tree canopy above. At the same time, he whizzed out three flying knives, as fast as thunder, and the light shone. The flying knife did not attack in a straight line, but was thrown in an incredible arc and rotated rapidly, with the killing range locked on the two disciples.
They couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness, but they could detect danger and immediately stepped aside.
The figure fell from the sky, and the whole body sank violently, like a spring that was compressed to the extreme, and was released in an instant, killing the double-sword disciple who was retreating.
"Wow." The double-sword disciple was so fierce that he let out a strange cry and actually attacked him head-on, taking the initiative to attack.
The figure was leaning forward and running wildly, turning around at the critical moment. While avoiding the two knives, he pressed the ground with his right palm and raised his body horizontally. His feet were filled with majestic strength, which also aroused dazzling thunder and lightning, hitting him as fast as wind and rain. abdomen.
So fast! The double-sword disciple's expression changed again, and his vision was even more affected by the sudden lightning. He quickly dodged, but he couldn't dodge the second kick. The figure's fourth kick from the third corner of the figure quickly followed up and stomped on him. on the body.
The power is extremely violent, weighing a thousand kilograms.
This disciple didn't expect such a strong force, so he screamed and flew out, and huddled there for a long time without regaining his breath.
"The earth howled." The other disciple's palms were like flying, and the majestic earth energy wrapped around his palms. The wind howled, and the flying sand and rocks were very fierce.
The figure stood up after landing and collided head-on. He rose up from the ground just before the two people collided. His feet struck rapidly, thunder and lightning combined with brute force, and he faced the roar of the earth.
Click, click, the thunder and lightning were destroyed. In the face of the martial arts of the Sixth Heaven Realm, these thunder and lightning were much weaker, but the focus of the figure's attack was the brute force and explosive power of the feet. They struck the disciple's hand like a hammer. Go up, smash the dust, and beat his hands to pieces.
The figure flipped in the air and kicked him in the face.
The disciple dodged awkwardly, escaping narrowly and narrowly, but after the figure landed, he followed closely and pressed hard on his chest with both hands.
The attack is fierce and powerful.
The disciple spat out blood and was knocked away. He writhed in the forest and bounced seven or eight times. He lay in the grass for a long time without regaining his breath.