Breaking the boundaries for fate

Chapter 10
After a short rest, Zou Gang greeted everyone, picked up the machete, and ran up the mountain. The two looked at his back and glanced at each other, and hurried He picked up his tools and followed.

Passing through a forest, I came to an open place. The trees here are extremely straight, each tree is about ten feet high, and three people cannot hug it.

"It's here. Each of you has to chop one every day, and then... bring it back to the palace." Zou Gang said with a smirk.

"I still...have to take...take...back?????" Looking at the giant in front of him, Lian Fan stuttered a little, and looked at the hatchet in his hand. He never thought that what he was going to cut was This towering giant tree. . . .

"Brother..."

"It's useless to call me, let's start!!!" Zou Gang expressed helplessness.

"It's not that I haven't cut it before!!! Come on!!!" Lian Fan nodded in agreement and cheered himself up.

Then he picked up the chopping knife and walked to a slightly thinner giant tree, looked it up and down, and chopped it down with the knife.There was only a crisp sound, and the hatchet knife turned out to be like a stubborn stone, shaking Lian Fan's palms numbly.

"By the way, this kind of tree is as hard as iron. We call it iron tree here, and it won't float in water. Come on! Junior brother!!" After finishing speaking, Zou Gang left here with a smirk.

Lian Fan worked hard for a while, and saw that there was only a faint mark left on the place where the bark was cut, and he couldn't help but gasped.Then he continued chopping, chopping, sawing, and grinding, using all kinds of methods. After two hours, the sun rose to mid-air, his whole body was sweating profusely, and his arms were so weak that he could only get rid of this giant. A small opening of more than [-] centimeters is made, but it can be said to be insignificant for the whole trunk.

"How's it going? Junior Brother." At this moment, Zou Gang came back again, and stepped forward to look at the trace that Lian Fan had worked so hard to cut all morning.

"It's not bad!! I just wanted to come and have a look after I cut one, but I didn't expect you to cut it so deep!!!"

Lian Fan felt ashamed and ashamed when he heard what his senior brother said, and secretly made up his mind that he would work hard and practice hard in the future.

In fact, these words Zou Gang said were not mocking Lian Fan, but compliments from the bottom of his heart, remembering the first time he came to the mountain, facing these giant trees, the gap he cut was not as big as Lian Fan's.

Immediately after finishing speaking, Zou Gang picked up the machete and aimed at the tree that Lian Fan was chopping down.

Lian Fan hurriedly said, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Zou Gang returned without raising his head: "Of course I cut it for you. Is it possible that I want to wait for you to finish cutting before going down the mountain?"

Zhang Lianfan shook his head vigorously, panting heavily: "No, thank you brother, but this is my job, I want to finish it by myself."

Zou Gang was a little impatient at the moment: "Do you think I'm helping you? I seem to be helping you but I'm not helping you. I just don't want to go back too late. If you feel embarrassed, then you will work harder in the future Tone, try to finish cutting within an hour."

After that, he continued to chop.
When Lian Fan dragged his tired body back to the living room, it was past noon, and he was struggling to move towards his room.

On the way, I met a few seniors who joked, "How about it, little junior, are you tired?"

Lian Fan forced a laugh, and shook his head. At this moment, he felt ashamed in his heart, and he didn't dare to say anything, but secretly swore in his heart that he would practice hard in the future.

From then on, Lian Fan cut down trees in the morning and practiced the Taoism in the afternoon, day after day.

About one day after more than a month, on the back mountain, a young man was chopping a giant tree more than ten feet high, and his movements were quite skillful.

After a while, Lian Fan stopped what he was doing and wiped the sweat off his forehead, then shook his arms again, and sighed with a long breath: "Huh~ I'm exhausted!!!" Compared with Lian Fan now, Yue Qian was much stronger, and he was able to cut off one-third of the tree trunk before noon. At the same time, if you feel it carefully, you will find that the spiritual power in his body has more than doubled than before.

However, just as he was about to rest, there was a faint sound of breaking through the air. Lian Fan was startled, and then hid in the nearby grass without hesitation.

The two lights were not far apart. At this moment, they were from far to near, and then there was a "click" sound, and the two of them landed in the canyon, not far from Lianfan.

"Junior Brother, don't worry about your injury!" A middle-aged man's voice was full of concern.

Through the gaps in the grass, Lian Fan saw that they were wearing Huangfenggu's costumes, and they were members of the sect, but Lian Fan didn't go out to meet each other, one more thing is worse than one less thing, just wait and see what happens.

"Ahem, brother, I can still hold on, I have finally reached the boundary of Huangfeng Valley." A weak voice sounded familiar to Lian Fan, which senior from our sect is it?

"Junior brother, don't worry, this place is only a few miles away from our sect. I have already notified the rest of the senior brothers. I think the enemy will not dare to chase after them."

"That's good." The weak voice breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was seriously injured.

"Brother, let's rest for a while!"

At this moment, the wounded man sat down next to a tree.Because of the angle, the faces of the two can now be seen clearly. One of them is Deacon Song from the outer sect, while the injured person is Zhang Jiao from the practice room. At this moment, there is a blood hole passing through Zhang Jiao's lower abdomen. He was pierced by some kind of sharp weapon, and his appearance was terrifying.

"No wonder the voice sounds familiar." At that time, Professor Zhang said that he would give Lian Fan and Li Hu a test at the end of the month, but at the end of the month, the two went to the practice room but were told that Professor Zhang was not there. Lian Fan was a little puzzled because of this, but Did not take it to heart.

"It is said that Zhang Jiao is already a cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment. Who can hurt him like this?? How could he escape in such a mess???" As a practitioner, Lian Fan understands the power of foundation establishment monks, Although he was suspicious, he still hid his body well.

"Brother, brother, here are some healing medicines, it's important that you swallow them quickly to stop the bleeding." Deacon Song took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom while pouring out a few black pills.

"Thank you, brother. If it wasn't for the help of the brother, the brother would have been in such a catastrophe!!" Zhang Jiao thanked Deacon Song at this moment.At the same time, he reached out to take the pill, raised his head and swallowed it all, and then began to regulate his breath.

Deacon Song asked with concern: "Is it better? By the way, Junior Brother, do you know who is chasing you this time?"

"It's much better. As for the chasers, I'm sorry senior, I don't know about it, but according to my guess, they came prepared, with a clear purpose of killing people and seizing treasures!!"

"Then the Xutian cauldron in your hand has been taken away???" Deacon Song asked hastily at this moment, but just as he said it, both of them were startled at the same time.

"Brother, how do you know it's the Xutian Ding? Apart from me, only the third elder knows about it, and this is a task specially assigned to me."

"Oh, what the hell, brother, the third elder also told me his mission, because he was worried, he specially sent me to pick you up, otherwise we wouldn't have met by chance, right! Brother just saved you Fate! Don’t you still trust your senior brother? You hand over the Xutian cauldron to me, and I will hand it over to the third elder, and then the junior brother will heal well.”

After listening to Deacon Song's words, Zhang Jiao pondered for a while and said, "No, this matter is of great importance, and I will personally deliver it to the third elder." After finishing speaking, he propped up the silver flying sword and prepared to stand up.

"Hmph! Then don't blame the old man for being cruel and merciless." Just as he was speaking, Deacon Song suddenly slapped Professor Zhang. Lian Fan, who was hiding in the grass, seemed to be able to hear the slap of Hu Hu, and he must have exerted all his strength. Ask for a one-hit kill.

At this moment, Zhang Jiao was seriously injured, and he didn't dodge the attack with all his strength, he slammed it hard, and then he was beaten more than ten feet away, lying on the ground, vomiting blood, the blood was completely stained red clothes on the body.

"Toast, don't eat fine wine, hand over the tripod, I can save you from suffering, and leave you with a whole body." At this moment, Deacon Song said with a sinister expression.

"Ahem, I want... Do you want it?? Ahem~ Come and get it yourself." The man lying on the ground spoke intermittently, and then took out a lot of weapons and objects from the storage bag and wrapped them with spiritual consciousness. It turned into a small tripod, and then shot around and flew towards the sky at the same time.

"You...well, you play this trick for me, and I almost underestimated you!" Deacon Song laughed angrily at this moment, summoned a huge sword out of thin air, and pointed it at Professor Zhang who was lying on the ground. The chest was thrust down violently.

There was only a sound of "嗤", and the people on the ground had no voice at this moment, they just stared at each other.

"Hmph, it will be mine sooner or later!!" Then he used spells to dig a small deep pit, threw the corpse and the silver flying sword he had used into it, and then cast fireball to destroy the corpses. Zhangjiao's flying sword is a good spiritual weapon. Although he is greedy, Deacon Song knows the stakes in it, even if he got it, he would not dare to use it or make a move. Now that the matter has reached this point, he can only quickly bury this hot potato .

"Fortunately, I let you take the Fengling Pill in advance, and you only have less than [-]% of your mana in the end. Without mana to support the magic weapon, you probably won't be able to fly very far." After finishing speaking, he chose a direction and galloped away.

Although the person has gone far away, Lian Fan still dare not move, and hides himself more carefully. He discovered such a big secret. If he finds out that he accidentally breaks it, he will definitely kill people. The world of cultivation is very cruel. Lian Fan didn't want to encounter unexpected disasters for no reason.

Facing a master in the foundation building stage, wanting to kill himself is as easy as crushing an ant.

After having a correct analysis and understanding of the strengths of both parties, Lian Fan held his breath and did not dare to take a breath. He only hoped that the other party would find Xiao Ding and leave as soon as possible. What is a small tripod, but it should be a very valuable thing.

(End of this chapter)