Hearing these words, Xuan Yi chuckled: "Haha, after all, our Piaomiao Peak is one of the five major sects of the Zhou Dynasty. It is also a rare paradise. This monkey is clever and knows how to go up the mountain to learn from his master."
"Well, this monkey has good physical skills. I wonder how long it can last under Xiao He'er's attack."
"Hearing Xiao He'er's cry, I feel a little angry, haha!"
"This monkey is going to suffer."
"Let's go and see together."
With smiles on their faces and relaxed expressions, Wenxuan and Xuanyi each picked up a Taoist boy, jumped into the air, and galloped towards the distant mountain peaks.
The distance is getting closer.
After breaking through the fog, the smiles on Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi's faces gradually disappeared, their eyes looked strange, and they seemed to have seen a scene that they could not believe.
After a brief silence.
"Ahem, that black shadow... doesn't seem to be a monkey?" Xuan Yi pointed at the black shadow still climbing on the mountain, his tone was a little hesitant, and he coughed lightly.
"Hmm... It seems to be a person." Wenxuan laughed dryly, looking embarrassed.
As the leaders of a peak, the two of them made such a stupid mistake and couldn't help but feel their faces getting hot.
In fact, it’s not the two people’s fault.
Looking from a distance, the black shadow on the mountain peak was blurry. It was scurrying east and west, and it was more flexible and light than an ape. Although the two of them were Jindan masters and experienced a lot, they did not expect that the black shadow could actually It's a person!
As they got closer, their expressions changed again.
"That... doesn't seem to be a person."
"Hmm... probably two."
After another brief silence.
Wenxuan's face sank and he couldn't help complaining: "Is there something wrong with this guy? Forget about climbing a mountain, what does it mean to drag a little fat guy in his hand?"
"Hey, no, this man is carrying a bow and a sword. I seem to have heard of this outfit somewhere before." Xuan Yi suddenly said.
At this moment, the fat Taoist boy beside Wenxuan looked excited, pointed at the figure running back and forth on the mountain wall and shouted loudly: "The first master, that's him! That scholar!"
…
On a steep mountain.
Every time the crane flaps its wings, Su Zimo clings to the stone wall, digging his fingers deeply into the rock, as does his feet.
The hard rock was as soft as tofu cubes under Su Zimo's fingers.
Other mortals who want to climb a mountain always look for some place to stay.
But Su Zimo doesn't have to be like this at all.
If it weren't for the crane blocking the way, this mountain peak would be like walking on flat ground under Su Zimo's feet.
Now, many mortals behind Su Zimo have been blown away by the strong wind whipped by the crane's wings, and only Su Zimo is still climbing the mountain.
To be precise, there were two, and Su Zimo was holding a little fat man in his hand.
A trace of anger began to flash in the eyes of the crane. With a long roar, it rose into the air, then swooped down, stretched out a pair of sharp claws, and grabbed Su Zimo directly.
This pounce was very fierce.
Su Zimo wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Su Zimo suddenly let go, and his figure suddenly fell half a foot. He stretched out his palm again and dug steadily into the stone wall!
Click!
Just above Su Zimo's head, a large rock was shattered by the crane's sharp claws. The gravel flew and collapsed on his face, but Su Zimo didn't notice it at all.
Some rocks hit the little fat man, and his fat body trembled obviously.
Su Zimo's heart moved, and he suddenly lifted the little fat man in the air and shouted softly: "Don't pretend to be dead, or I'll throw him down!"
The little fat man got excited all over, opened his little eyes, and said quickly: "Brother, don't scare me, I was wrong."
"Do you still want to go up the mountain?" Su Zimo asked quickly.
"Yes, of course I do."
"Lie on my back and hold yourself tight. Don't blame me if you fall."
"well!"
The little fat man moved a few times, wrapping his arms and legs around Su Zimo's neck and waist, lying on it like an octopus.
In this way, although Su Zimo still had one person with him, he had one hand free.
The crane's initial attack was not too sharp, and the intention seemed not to hurt anyone, but to prevent Su Zimo from going up the mountain.
After repeated attacks failed, the crane was enraged. If Su Zimo couldn't dodge the attack just now, he would probably have his head scratched to pieces by the crane's claws!
Facing an already angry spirit demon in the early stage of foundation building, Su Zimo didn't dare to stand up, so he asked the little fat man to lie behind him, intending to use his hands to deal with it.
To be fair.
Su Zimo, who had only cultivated to the third chapter of the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, was still no match for the spirit demon, even if this crane was only in the early stages of foundation building.
But Su Zimo didn't want to fight with the crane, but to avoid the crane's interception and reach the top of the mountain. This would be much easier.
call!
The crane swooped in again. Su Zimo's eyes were bright, and he used both feet to move sideways on the steep and smooth mountain wall. He avoided the crane's attack, and used all his strength to rush upwards.
Click! Click! Click!
Su Zimo dug his fingers and toes into the rocks and climbed up the mountain. His speed was not weaker than running on the ground!
"Chirp!"
When the crane saw this scene, he was furious and soared into the air at an extremely fast speed. Like a sharp arrow, he quickly came behind Su Zimo and attacked continuously with his sharp claws and sharp beak.
The slender beak was simply sharper than a flying sword. Every time it was poked, a sharp sound of wind would ring in Su Zimo's ears, which was frightening.
As long as it is poked by this sharp beak, there will be a bloody hole in the body.
The little fat man was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and trembled all over.
Su Zimo kept dodging, the muscles and bones in his body were screaming, his body was stretching or contracting, his flesh and blood were full, his big muscles were shaking constantly, and his physical strength was almost reaching its limit.
Relying on his spiritual sense, Su Zimo narrowly avoided the crane's attacks several times and continued to climb up.
The crane's cry became more and more urgent, even with a hint of murderous intent!
The top of the mountain is getting closer.
The crane's offensive is becoming more and more fierce!
…
On the top of the mountain, two young Taoist boys looked at this scene, as if they were immersed in the scene, with nervous expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but sweat for the scholar in blue.
One person and one crane were wrestling on the steep mountain. Although one side seemed to have no power to fight back, it was extremely fierce and dangerous.
If the scholar in green shirt was slower, he might be killed by the claws of the crane!
Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi also looked solemn, watching this scene intently, ready to save people at any time.
"I didn't expect that this scholar would have enough energy to climb to the top of the mountain despite Xiao He'er's attack after his hands were free." Xuan Yi's tone was filled with emotion.
Wenxuan said in a deep voice: "If I am not mistaken, the sword on the scholar's waist and the bow on his back are both made of spiritual objects from heaven and earth. Although they are pseudo-spiritual weapons, the two pseudo-spiritual weapons combined It weighs almost two thousand kilograms!”
The implication of Wenxuan's words is obvious. If Su Zimo removed the Hanyue Sword and Blood Crystal Bow and relaxed, his movements would be more agile and his speed would be faster. I'm afraid he would have reached the top of the mountain long ago!
Wenxuan and Xuanyi looked at each other.
The two of them had a tacit understanding, and a thought flashed through their minds at the same time: "This scholar... is a bit interesting."