The team of hundreds of people chatted and laughed and left Qing Yunzong, and walked into the deep Yunluo Forest.
The ancient trees are towering, the old trees are thick and thick, all kinds of branches are growing wildly, poisonous snakes are dormant, wild animals are infested, full of danger.
The ancient atmosphere of the old forest.
The team trekked through the old forest, the ground was covered with thick dead leaves, drooping branches, messy corners, and occasionally some dead bones of wild animals could be seen.
Qin Ming walked at the back with a heavy iron bucket on his back, keeping an eye out for the damp and dense old forest. Others may have wandered into the forest many times, but it was the first time in eight years that he had left Qing Yunzong, so he was completely unaware of the situation outside.
A black bear snorted and walked past the nearby old forest, glanced coldly at their team, grinned and roared, and the invisible air wave filled the air, and the gravel on the ground rose up densely, surrounding it.
Spirit demon!
The breath is very vigorous.
The medicinal team ignored the black bear, we have hundreds of people, afraid of you
Qin Ming didn't dare to be careless, he quietly clasped the flying knife around his waist with his right hand, and was on guard.
The black bear did not launch an attack. After watching them leave from a distance, the black bear walked into the old forest with a majestic body.
The mountain road was undulating, and the roots of various trees were intertwined. The other disciples walked very easily. From time to time, they ran into the canopy of the tree and rolled a few times to show themselves to the female disciples. Qin Ming carried a heavy load on his back, and walked very carefully step by step, but he was not upset or irritable. He walked steadily, breathing smoothly, with a straight back, and regarded the heavy mountain road as an experience.
After walking for three days in a row, the herb-picking team went deep into the old forest and came to the peak 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 mountain area, and we are still gathering here half a month later."
"The handyman Qin Ming, distribute the tools in the iron bucket to each group. You wait here by yourself. Don't run around, or you will lose your life and don't blame others."
"This old forest is very dangerous, everyone should be careful and try not to provoke the spirit demon."
"Remember, gather in half a month, don't delay too long."
The team will be divided into fifteen groups, with one or two Yaoshan disciples paired with four or five guardian disciples, and they will be deployed in a balanced manner according to their respective strengths.
Each herbal 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.
"The handyman Qin Ming, stay on the top of the mountain honestly, don't run around." Zhao Min blinked at Qin Ming, her red lips were flaming, charming and enchanting.
"Don't run around! I don't want to be responsible for your death." A Yaoshan disciple reminded him indifferently.
"Let's go, I wish each group will have a big harvest."
Everyone shouted collectively, and left the mountain top with their burdens on their backs, leaving only Qin Ming alone.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Qin Ming looked at the vast forest in the distance, the undulating forest sea, all kinds of strange peaks and mountains, the thin white mist drifting, changing their appearance with the breeze, the beautiful scenery is magnificent and magnificent, and a feeling of vastness blows over us. Take a deep breath, fresh and comfortable, relaxed and happy.
However, this is a primeval forest, and there are various dangers under the beautiful scenery on the surface. In the deep mountains and old forests, there are wild beasts and spirits everywhere, and the cruel law of the jungle is staged.
For Qin Ming, the more serious danger is not in the forest, but in Zhao Min! That bitch brought him into the herb collection team must be uneasy and kind. He stood expressionlessly for a while, and walked to the edge of the 'Eagle's Beak' cliff on the top of the mountain, 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 herbal collection team returned to the top of the mountain.
"Little handyman, my sister is here to see you." Zhao Min smiled and walked gracefully. The skin that was half exposed outside the jacket was exceptionally tender, showing an incomparably moving youthful atmosphere, the neck was white and smooth like a swan, and it was as delicate as a flower. Wherever she goes, she will make people's eyes shine, and the wild flowers in the forest will be eclipsed.
A strong male disciple followed her closely: "I'll deal with him first, I heard he's a tough one? I like to hear the screams of tough people."
The Herb Mountain disciple smiled brightly: "Let me see the blood first. Every time I collect herbs, I will sacrifice the mountain with blood. I used the blood of spirit demons before. This time I will try the effect of human blood."
"Don't be so loud, it scares our little handyman."
"Huh? Where is Qin Mingren?"
There is only a lonely iron bucket on the top of the mountain, and there is no shadow of Qin Ming.
"Shouldn't you be running away?" Zhao Min's complexion changed slightly, and he signaled the four of them to spread out and search.
As a result, they searched all over the mountain, but they didn't see Qin Ming. Reluctantly, I searched again, but still couldn't find anyone.
"Cunning boy, he may have run away with other teams." Zhao Min knew that Qin Ming would not sit still, but he didn't expect to react so quickly and withdraw from the beginning.
"What should we do now?" A disciple with a silver gun walked to the edge of the 'Eagle's Mouth' cliff, looked down with his head, and quickly retreated. Once he fell, he would be a thousand-meter cliff.
Zhao Min's tone was ruthless: "Qin Ming must die, and he cannot be allowed to return to Qing Yunzong alive."
Disciple Yaoshan comforted: "Miss Zhao Min, don't worry, since we promised to cooperate with you, we won't break our word. It's just a small servant, no matter how special he is, I really don't care about the consequences of killing him. Besides, hehe, he He died in the forest with no bones left, who knows how? If we chase now, Qin Ming shouldn't be able to run very far."
"Thank you for your hard work, brothers and sisters. The benefits I promise will only increase and not decrease."
"Haha, miss Zhao Min, you are welcome. It is our honor to serve you."
"Chase! Qin Ming doesn't understand the situation here, so he can't run very far." Zhao Min remembers hating Qin Ming, and has been thinking about how to deal with him since he was seriously injured that day, but the more he thought about it, the more he hated him, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to kill him. This time, he finally persuaded the disciples of Yaoshan to recruit Qin Ming into the herb-collecting team, and left Qing Yunzong far away. This opportunity is rare, and Qin Ming cannot be allowed to escape.
Under the cliff of 'Eagle Mouth', Qin Ming hung steadily, and could hear their conversation clearly, his eyes became colder and colder. I thought Zhao Min was just going to teach him a lesson and humiliate him, but I didn't expect that it was directly killing him.
late at night!
In the dense and dark jungle, wild beasts appeared, spirit monsters hissed, and the air was filled with a dangerous atmosphere. The ancient giant trees are more like ferocious giants in the shadows, which are creepy.
Zhao Min and the others have been looking for the present since the daytime, but they have not found Qin Ming from the beginning to the end. The higher the level of warriors, the more sensitive their spiritual consciousness is. With the strength of the five of them, it should be easy to search for Qin Ming, and at most it will delay some time, but they have not even found the shadow of Qin Ming.
"It shouldn't be. Qin Ming is very weak and inexperienced. It is impossible to avoid our pursuit."
"With his strength, he can only run away if he encounters any spirit monsters. It should be easy for us to find out."
"Hmph, maybe the spirit monster has already eaten it as a snack."
Their faces were not good-looking, and a small servant actually caused them to follow them for a day, and he felt ashamed.
They all want to show off in front of Zhao Min, but it's embarrassing for everyone.
"Qin Ming can't hide for long, especially at night." Zhao Min walked at the front with a cold face, and must find Qin Ming tonight. The longer the time drags on, the farther and more hidden Qin Ming may hide, and he will find it later. It's even more troublesome.
"Little bastard, you're really good at hiding." The young man with a silver gun walked in the back, and suddenly, he frowned: "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" The four of them immediately became vigilant, listening to the movement around them.
"Do you think... Qin Ming didn't leave the mountain at all?"
"We searched all over the top of the mountain, and swept the forest when we went down the mountain. He couldn't be there."
"I mean, will he be hiding under the Eagle's Mouth Cliff..." Before he could finish his sentence, the silver gun boy turned around suddenly, his sharp eyes fixed on the darkness.
At this moment, three brilliant lights tore through the night, spun rapidly, and rushed towards the face with howling wind.
"Looking for death!" the silver spear boy shouted coldly, the spear danced, the tip of the spear grazed the ground, a blow exploded, the flames rose, and burned violently, the tip of the spear was sharp and swift, shooting three sharp lights in a row.
However…
Clang!
When the silver spear struck the first Jingmang, it exploded with a deafening sound. The Jingmang was a flying knife, and the power of the knife was terrifying. It disturbed his marksmanship on the spot, and he was caught off guard and almost fell over. The other two flying knives Unhindered, Bang Bang hit his body.
The throwing knives were very powerful, one pierced through the abdomen and the other pierced the shoulder, causing blood to splatter.
"Ah..." the boy with the silver gun screamed, staggering back from being hit by the force of the flying knife.
"Who?" The faces of Zhao Min and the others changed drastically.
A figure suddenly rushed out from the darkness in front of him, ran wildly, and appeared in front of the silver gun boy in an instant, with round fists bursting out, strong wind hoo hoo, violent force gathered in the fist.
"Help 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 strength of a thousand catties exploded to the extreme, crushing his breastbone on the spot, and directly blasting him out. The sternum was shattered and pierced into the heart. The silver gun disciple spurted blood and flew backwards from the ground.
The expressions of the others changed suddenly, and the two disciples next to him reacted the fastest, shouting: "Stop him!"
One person wields a sword, and the two swords slash fiercely. The blade's edge blooms with a dazzling golden light, and countless lights and shadows are shot out with the movement of the sword: "Sword martial arts, chopping shadows."
One person pushed out with both palms, and a gust of surging rustic air flew fiercely, setting off dust all over the ground: "The earth howls."
The figure stomped into the air while running wildly, jumped three meters high, and at the same time rushed into the canopy above, swished out three throwing knives, as fast as thunder, and flashed with light. The throwing knife did not strike in a straight line, but threw an incredible arc, and rotated rapidly, targeting the two disciples within its killing range.
They couldn't see clearly in the dark, but they could catch the danger and immediately retreated to the side.
The figure descended from the sky, and his whole body sank violently, like a spring compressed to the extreme, released in an instant, killing the disciple with two swords who was retreating.
"Wow." The two-knife disciple was very fierce, uttered a strange cry, and went so far as to kill him head-on, and took the initiative to attack.
The figure was leaning over and running wildly, flipping over in the nick of time, while avoiding the double knives, the right palm pressed the ground, the body was raised horizontally, the feet were filled with majestic strength, and the dazzling thunder and lightning were aroused, hitting him like a storm belly.
So fast! The double-knife disciple's complexion changed again, and his vision was affected by the sudden thunder. He quickly dodged, but he couldn't dodge the second kick. The third corner of the figure quickly followed with the fourth kick, and stomped on him. body.
The power is extremely violent, and it weighs a thousand catties.
This disciple didn't expect such a strong force at all, and flew out screaming, curled up there for a long time without recovering.
"The earth howls in fury." The other disciple's palms were like flying, majestic and earthy air wrapped around his palms, the wind whizzed, flying sand and rocks, very fierce.
After the figure landed, he stood up and collided head-on. The moment before the two collided, he rose up from the ground, his feet struck rapidly in rounds, thunder and lightning cooperated with brute force, and howled angrily facing the ground.
Kakaka, the thunderbolts were destroyed. In the face of the martial arts of the sixth heaven realm, these thunderbolts were much weaker, but the focus of the figure's attack was the brute force and explosive power of the feet. They hit the disciple's hand like a hammer On the ground, the dust was smashed, and his hands were torn apart.
The figure flipped in the air and kicked him in the face.
This disciple dodged in embarrassment, avoiding dangerously, but after the figure landed, he followed closely and attacked, pressing his palms hard on his chest.
The offensive is fierce and the strength is fierce.
This disciple spurted blood, and was sent flying straight away. He tossed and tumbled in the woodland, rebounded seven or eight times, and lay down in the grass for a long time without recovering.