Murong Xue nodded: "Nine out of ten."
Motian Cliff has a bad reputation, and no one will step into it unless it is absolutely necessary, and this lion needs to eat every day. When there is no food in the white mist formation, the people who set up the formation must bring food in to feed the lion.
The white mist formation is thick with mist, and that person will never walk too much in the formation, so the switch to enter and exit the formation must not be far from the lion...
"Let's look for it carefully."
"Yes!" Wuhen replied in a deep voice, walked quickly to the cave, and examined it carefully.
Murong Xue glanced at the scarred lion, followed the bones, and walked into the cave slowly. The ground in the cave was also full of bones, and there was only a small clean and tidy area in the innermost side. It must be the lion resting place.
The surrounding stone walls are pitted, uneven, and covered with a layer of water marks from melted frost. If you touch it lightly, it is icy, cool, and tightly fitted, without any trace of traps or hidden doors.
Murong Xue frowned slightly, where is the organ that came out of the battle
A gust of wind suddenly blew over, lightly brushing over Murong Xue's cheeks, gently, softly, and with a touch of heat, completely different from the icy cold in the white mist.
Murong Xue's eyes lit up, facing the breeze, she walked quickly, and when she came to a stone wall, she clearly felt strands of breeze blowing into the cave through almost invisible gaps.
Her eyes were slightly concentrated, and her plain white hands were on the stone wall, groping up and down, left, right, left, right, and left, right, and pressed on a protruding corner, only to hear a "boom", the stone wall in front of her slowly moved to On one side, a small door that only allowed one person to pass through was exposed, and a beam of strong light came in, dispelling the white mist nearby.
"Wuhen, come out!" Murong Xue called out, and stepped out of the small door. In an instant, a slightly warm breath rushed over from all directions, quickly washing away the faint mist that was stained on her body.
The setting sun was reflected in the wide open window, and Murong Xue secretly heaved a sigh of relief seeing the warm pale golden sunlight. She finally walked out of the white mist. Where is this place
Murong Xue looked around, and saw that she was standing in a small wooden house. The roof, walls, and floor of the house were all made of wood, and there was nothing else.
The place she just walked out of has been closed into a wooden wall, and nothing abnormal can be seen. Two guards in armor walked over from left to right, their eyes as cold as ice!
"Who are you?" Murong Xue asked sharply.
The guards turned a deaf ear and said coldly: "Trespassers, die!" After saying those words, a icy light flashed from the long swords in their hands, and stabbed Murong Xue mercilessly...
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, and the dagger in her hand flew out, directly across the necks of the two guards, raising two bloody red lines...
The eyes of the two guards were wide open, and they fell heavily on the ground. Their tall bodies hit somewhere, and there was a rapid copper bell ringing outside the house: "Dangdangdang... Dangdangdang..."
"An assassin has broken into here... Hurry up, catch the assassin..." An exclamation pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky.
The sound of hurried and orderly footsteps sounded from outside the house, getting closer, getting closer...
Wuhen looked at Murong Xue: "Ms. Murong, what should I do now?"
"Leave here first." Murong Xue said in a low voice, walked quickly to the wide open window, and jumped out: The white mist formation is a deceitful and harmful formation. Once she comes out, she won't be seen again. Go back, first look at the specific situation of this place, and then make plans.
There were many flowers, plants and trees planted in front of the wooden house. Using their cover, Murong Xue deftly avoided the people who came to arrest them, walked forward quickly, and looked around carelessly.
I saw towering mountains all around. The place where she was located was a deep mountain depression. Rows of buildings that looked like houses and tents were built on the left and right sides. .
A hundred meters away is a martial arts training ground that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. Tens of thousands of young men are holding all kinds of weapons, dancing guns and clubs on the training ground...
"Quick, quick... Assassins are very cunning... Don't let them escape..." A team of men in armor ran towards them, their sharp long swords reflected the cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun...
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, and was about to run back, but she saw many people chasing after her, running to the left, there was also a team of guards searching, and the surrounding area was empty, there were no flowers, grasses or trees to hide from, she stared Rin jumped into the nearest wooden house...
The armored men ran past the wooden house, and the ground trembled slightly with the sound of sonorous footsteps.
Murong Xue stood in the wooden house, listening to the hurried footsteps gradually going away, and could no longer hear the slightest trace, she was secretly relieved, and was about to leave, when a gust of hot air rushed towards her face, Xun's little face was slightly painful .
She frowned, looked up, and saw that she was standing in a small compartment filled with high-quality black charcoal, the small door was half-opened, and she could clearly see a large room outside. There were countless stoves burning in the room, and shirtless men were wielding hammers, pounding and forging sharp swords.
There are boxes in the corner, and there are sharp swords inside. Under the light of the fire, they reflect a dazzling cold light, and you can tell that they are extremely sharp and good swords!
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply: Gather the blacksmiths and build long swords in batches...
"Miss Murong, there seems to be someone working in the hut over there." Standing in front of the window, Wuhen lightly pointed to the hut opposite.
Murong Xue's eyes sank, she jumped out of the room, and quietly sneaked into the small room opposite. There was a long wooden table in this room, and a famous craftsman was sitting beside the wooden table, polishing it carefully. A delicate piece of wood...
That's... the exquisite wooden blocks used for splicing mechanisms, are they building mechanisms
"Miss Murong, look ahead!" Wuhen's deliberately low voice rang in his ears, Murong Xue followed his direction and saw a large room with a length of nearly 100 meters outside the house, where wooden blocks were spliced together one by one. The completed peacocks, snakes, and spiders lined up neatly and orderly in the room, tall and majestic...
In the middle is a wooden tiger, it is as big as a small car, with piercing eyes and a mighty expression, Murong Xue narrowed his eyes slightly: he created so many tricks!
Hidden mountain depressions, tent-like houses, strong men, sharp swords, powerful tricks, all linked together is that someone is secretly practicing...
"Bang!" The closed door was suddenly kicked open, and a large group of armored guards strode in...