After Liu Weian walked into the stalagmite formation, he couldn't hold on any longer, and sat down on the ground, sweating profusely. I just felt that I didn't have the strength to lift a finger.
The bow is a good bow, top-grade platinum, and the best weapon he has seen so far. But a good weapon also needs to be worthy of it. He used all his strength to score two points with his bow. Only two points are enough to kill a gold-level expert, which shows how powerful a platinum weapon is.
He fired the bow nine times back and forth, exhausting all his strength. If Zhang Yangjin had made a move at that time, he would have had no choice but to run for his life. Zhang Yangjin's departure gave him a chance to turn the situation around.
The restriction in the valley is not to imprison weapons, but to sacrifice weapons, detonate the power of these weapons with formations, and cause damage to the target.
This formation is incomparably mysterious, if Liu Wei'an hadn't experienced the stalagmite formation, he would definitely not be able to see the slightest difference. The trip to the stalagmite array opened another door to his way of talismans. The door of formations, relying on a few simple combinations of runes on the talismans, forced him to comprehend a trace of the true meaning of formations. He still has nothing to do with the sacrificial formation in the valley. The most important thing is his consciousness. The powerful consciousness makes up for the congenital deficiency of the formation, allowing him to understand the entire formation in an instant, including the feet, eyes, gates, The reason why Zhang Yangjin didn't dare to do anything about the door of death was because he was proficient in formations. Liu Weian's every step made his heart skip a beat. He couldn't see through Liu Weian's depth, so he could only retreat.
It took a long time for Liu Wei'an to regain some strength. The bow he obtained was 1.5 meters long, and the two wings showed the posture of an eagle spreading its wings. In the middle is a dragon and tiger intertwined, which is mighty and domineering. The bow body is made of wood, not metal. The knocking sound was like iron, hard and terrifying. The lines are clear, like plum blossoms blooming, I don't know what kind of sacred tree it is.
The bowstring is slender. If you look closely, it is made of thousands of silks that are as thin as a hair. The silk is tough, but it is not enough to carry the power of this bow. It should be some kind of silk spun by a rare silkworm.
"Good bow!" Liu Weian was overjoyed.
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In my other valley, tens of miles away from the stalagmite array, a group of people were helpless against a tree. This is a sacred tree stuck in the water. It is huge, but it has no leaves. It only has a kind of blue fruit, which is the size of an egg. There is nothing unusual about it. A group of crows are playing on the tree, pecking at the fruit from time to time.
These fruits are very strange. There is no core. After the crow pecked off the flesh, there is a branch inside. It seems that someone inserted a branch into the fruit, but this is obviously not the case. Judging from the freshness and growth posture of the fruit , which is inherently so.
"The person who took the bow, why is it still in the future?" A majestic middle-aged man glanced at everyone, and everyone felt a terrible pressure coming, and their necks shrank.
"My lord, after all, there is a battle between the Zhang family and the Yang family, and it is possible to delay a little time." The person who spoke was an old man with red eyebrows. His face was at least 80% similar to the black-faced old man killed by Liu Weian. It should be brother or something.
"Time waits for no one." The middle-aged man saw that the fruit on the tree was getting less and less, his brows became pimples, and he insisted that the green hills would not let go, the pine cones can easily break through the shackles, he has been delayed in the golden realm for too long , must break through, otherwise there will be no place for him to stand in the position of master.
However, no matter whether it is insisting that Qingshan will not let go or the crow, he is not able to deal with it. Now this valley is surrounded by his Qian family. Once other families get the news, there will be troubles again. However, the most worrying thing is how to get the fruit.
It's a pity that his Qian family has so many talented people, but there is not a sharp archer.
There are more than 200 pine cones, and now there are less than 20 left. These damned crows obviously don't eat pine cones, but they want to peck the meat, and they are very angry.
"Wait no more!" When there were thirteen pine cones left, the middle-aged man finally couldn't sit still, he straightened his back, and a powerful breath rose, and the sky moved with white clouds, not daring to block it.
"My lord, but—" Chi Mei worried.
"There's no need to persuade me, I've made up my mind." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice. Chimei didn't dare to say much.
"Archers, get ready, shoot!" the middle-aged man shouted coldly.
The archer, who had been preparing for a long time, shot the arrows in his hand. Ten arrows turned into ten bolts of lightning and shot into the sky. A strange thing happened. When they were about to hit the pine cone, the arrows suddenly slowed down, as if they had lost their strength. , then one arrow fell, then the second, the third, and in the blink of an eye, half of the arrows fell to the ground. This is a very puzzling thing. The height of the tree is less than 30 meters. Even people who don't know how to shoot arrows can shoot so high as long as they have enough strength. Ten archers will know that they are archery masters at a glance. It is very unusual that they can't even shoot thirty meters.
Ding Ding!
Five arrows, two of which shot into the air, passed between the branches of the tree and fell into the hate water river. Two of them hit the pine cones, but what is shocking is that the arrows hit the pine cones, which were like iron stones, even the skin It was bounced away without being shot through, and the last arrow was the most powerful, but it hit the crow.
croak!
The crow was frightened and let out a scream, the sound was anxious, and it sounded very uncomfortable. The people present, including the middle-aged people, all frowned involuntarily.
Plop!
An archer fell without a sound.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The red-browed lightning appeared next to the fallen archer, touched his neck with his hand, and his brows immediately frowned. After examining his body carefully, the brows became deeper, and he turned to greet him. Looking at the eyes of the middle-aged man, he hesitated and said, "Dead."
"How did you die?" the middle-aged man asked.
"My lord, there is no scar on my body." Chimei said.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, looked up at the crow for a few seconds, and said calmly: "Keep shooting, and we must shoot down the pine cones."
The nine archers aimed and shot without saying a word. Strange to say, they clearly aimed at the pine cone, but when the arrow arrived, it deviated far from the target. Three arrows fell halfway, one arrow hit the pine cone, three missed, and two hit the crow.
croak! croak!
Two crows screamed.
Plop! Plop!
The two archers fell down without saying a word, Chimei rushed over to check, and they were already dead without any injuries on their bodies.
Fear appeared on the faces of the remaining archers, but the middle-aged man remained expressionless and calmly said, "Shoot again!"
These archers suppressed their fear and continued to shoot. Two more people shot the crow and fell down without saying a word. There were only five people left. The middle-aged man seemed not to see the anxiety on their faces and spit out two words coldly.
"Shoot again!"
I don't know whether it's a mental problem or poor archery skills, but in this round of shooting, all the shots were missed, and the skin of the pine cone was not touched, but they all touched the crows.
Quack quack quack quack!
Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop!
The five people fell to the ground, motionless, their gray eyeballs were full of confusion and fear. The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he said expressionlessly: "Call ten more archers and shoot me until the flesh comes out."
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At the entrance of the back mountain, on the only way, there are a lot of people coming today, wave after wave, it seems that there is an earth-shattering treasure in the back mountain, attracting everyone.
Among them, a gorgeously dressed Mr. Jia was particularly attractive. His appearance was excellent, and he could hardly find any flaws. His eyes were like stars, and when he smiled, the world seemed to light up.
Mr. Jia stood in front of the Falling Immortal River and looked at the entire back mountain. The back mountain was majestic and unfathomable, but he gave the impression that he was looking down, his eyebrows raised, and he had a strong confidence that everything in the world was under control.
"The yin and yang are out of balance, so it's no wonder that the treasures can't be hidden and are being unearthed one after another." Mr. Jia suddenly shook his head, glanced at the people swarming across the river, and said in a voice that only one person could hear: "How many of these people can come back? "
There were more than 50 followers behind him, and everyone exuded a terrifying aura. Those who crossed the river avoided far away and did not dare to walk with him.
Just when Mr. Jia and his party boarded a huge boat to cross the river, a team of more than 200 people rushed towards them with wild breath, and the people in front were pushed to the two sides. He was furious, but when he looked back, his anger disappeared in an instant, and he obediently gave way to the side of the road, waiting for the team to pass.
A big flag raised high can show the identity of this team, money!
This is the team of the Qian family.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way, this ferry is covered by my family." Two errand runners rushed to cross the river, yelling, their posture was like an imperial envoy going out, and they only had to ring their cards to clear the way.
"It's so overbearing, do you think this is your home?" A bearded man was furious, and he pulled his hand behind his back, and a loud ax was in his hand. The ax was heavy, at least two hundred catties.
"Keep your voice down, this is the Qian family's team!" The companion at the side turned pale with shock, and dragged the big man away.
The Qian family's team separated to occupy the best position. A young man in white strode out, surrounded by people around him, showing their lofty status.
"It's him!" The young man in white had just walked to the ferry when he saw Mr. Jia standing on the huge boat. The wind was howling and his clothes were rattling, but Mr. Jia seemed to be nailed to the bow, motionless. Huge black shadows flashed across the river from time to time. On both sides of the bow, people kept throwing green grass. The black shadows only cared about grazing and didn't touch the boat. It looked like they were guarding the boat.
Mr. Jia seemed to sense the movement behind him, and looked back. The expression of the young man in white changed, and he wanted to say hello, but found that Mr. Jia had already turned his head. His expression changed a few times, and finally he regained his composure. He said to the left and right: "Change to another ferry."
"My lord, this ferry is the best." Left and right asked puzzledly.
"I said change to another ferry!" The young man in white said coldly.
"Yes, change right away!" Zuo Ji Lingling fought coldly, and hurried to arrange.
When the Qian family's fleet was crossing the river, no one noticed that a little beggar in patchwork clothes crossed the river with a piece of driftwood in his arms. Half of his body sank in the water. fish out.
The Qian family's team was obviously familiar with the back mountain. After landing, they went straight to the valley where the green hills were determined not to let go. At this time, Liu Wei'an had just come out of the stalagmite array.