Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 59 One Sword

Zu Wei withdrew his fingers, took a deep breath, sang "Supreme Heaven", and sighed: "The world is still so beautiful."

"It's just that this body is too weak."

"What year is it?"

"Dahong? Yuhe four years? I haven't heard of it."

"Zu Wei" frowned, as if asking and answering himself.

Afterwards, his eyes fell on Huang Dalang, and he said calmly: "Disciple, your aura can only swing a sword, and let you see how mysterious the strongest sword art in the sect is, and how much you can learn. You can do it yourself!" Get it."

"This sword, take a good look at it!"

He stretched out his palm, and the wooden sword obediently flew ten inches above his palm.

Stars of light lit up in the dark square, and endless star rays converged on the wooden sword.

The wooden sword trembled crazily, and the wooden sword body emitted a melodious sword sound, and the light shone brightly, illuminating the daytime of the square.

Zu Wei held the Dharma sword in his hand and slashed lightly.

Dazzling sword light penetrated Huang Dalang's body, turning into thousands of wandering filaments, shuttling through his body, and the majestic monster before turned into starlight and disappeared without a trace.

The whole demon did not leave any traces.

Only a folding fan, a red and green gown, and a booklet fell to the ground with a thud.

Zu Wei looked past Pan Ye and the three of them, and looked up at the sky. His eyes seemed to pass through the thick rock wall, looking towards an infinite unknown place.

"thump."

The mighty "Zu Wei", who was originally carrying his hands behind his back, suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.

His plump body has shrunk completely, and the excess fat on his face has disappeared without a trace, and he has become somewhat handsome, but his face is as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, he is no different from a dead person.

"This, this, this."

The remaining three people looked at each other in blank dismay, their mouths opened wide and they didn't know what to say.

Xie Sheng stumbled and said: "Listen, from the tone of that person just now, it should be Zu Wei's patriarch?"

"Yes, it should be. It's really handsome."

Pan Ye swallowed.

Perhaps after a long time, that extremely dazzling sword will still be deeply imprinted in the minds of several people.

Old Zhang stood up leaning on his gun, stepped forward to check Tan Zuwei's breath, and said with a sigh of relief: "The breath is weak, but luckily there is no danger of his life."

He is not in a very good condition at the moment, he walks unsteadily, and seems to be blown down by a gust of wind.

The mysterious little pill that I just took has a lot of side effects.

"Uncle Zhang, what kind of medicine did you take just now? It's so strong."

"Aoki Clan's special elixir, which is specially made to stimulate the body's potential in a short period of time. It's called Chixue Pill. The side effects are also very obvious. The body will continue to be weak for a week, and it will not be able to use its strength for half a month."

Old Zhang smiled wryly.

Pan Ye was also very miserable. He was hit hard by Huang Dalang just now, and several bones were broken all over his body, and blood was still faintly oozing from the wound cut by the fan.

The wound was too deep, even if the muscles squirmed, the bleeding could not be stopped.

"Brother Xie, how is the injury?"

"Fortunately, I only broke a few ribs and suffered some minor injuries."

Lao Zhang has been around the rivers and lakes for many years, and he knows how to set bones. He connected their misplaced bones one by one, tore off the clothes on his body, sprinkled the wound medicine he carried with him, and simply bandaged the wound.

Just after completing this series of operations, he panted heavily, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Uncle Zhang, are you okay?"

Lao Zhang waved his hand, indicating that there is no problem.

Except for Zu Wei, everyone was barely able to move, and got up to explore the mysterious underground square.

"How to deal with these mussels? Are they destroyed?"

"We can't take such an evil thing with us, and Zu Wei doesn't know when he will wake up, so it's better to destroy it."

"Leave it to me."

Pan Ye, who had already made up his mind, replied cheerfully, watching other people go to other places to investigate, and walked into the clam pond.

Starting from the first giant clam, break open the clam shell, take out the spirit beads, and put them in your hands to let the beads absorb the spiritual energy inside.

This Lingzhu is bright white with bloodshot eyes, it is not a serious product at first glance, it is soaked in human blood.

Pan Ye has no distinction between good and evil, as long as he uses the spiritual energy he has absorbed in the right place, there will be no psychological burden, and it would be a pity to destroy it for nothing.

There is not a lot of spiritual energy contained in a spirit bead, so it can't stand the large number of river mussels.

Pan Ye took out the Lingzhu and smashed a clam with a hammer.

A foul-smelling liquid flowed out of the pink mussel meat.

More than 70 mussels were quickly absorbed by him.

Looking at the five multi-energy units of the rosary in the rosary, Pan Ye heaved a sigh of relief. This time it was really rewarding.

After cleaning up the mussels, he saw that there was no one else in the square except him.

Just north of the clam pond, there are three other caves opened up by the demon.

The largest of these appears to be Huang Dalang's residence.

The decoration inside is antique, with desks, bookshelves, tables, chairs, benches, and beds.

Zu Wei was lying on the soft bed and sleeping soundly.

"Changhe, come and take a look."

Lao Zhang and Xie Sheng stood next to a huge wooden box. The box was opened, and it was full of gold, silver and jewelry.

There is also a small box next to it, which contains a few herbs that exude aura.

There were no treasures in the other two rooms, mostly yellow and white things, women's clothes and accessories, and there was a strange smell. Pan Ye ran out after not staying for long.

The three put all valuable items on Huang Dalang's desk.

"There are two little monsters close to the eighth rank, and four of the ninth rank. Their fur and blood marrow are all good materials. The seventh-rank monsters are the spoils killed by Zu Wei. Let's take them back first, and wait for him to wake up. Divide it up."

Old Zhang seemed to be very familiar with harvesting spoils. He found a sharp knife in the room, and cut off the most valuable parts of several monsters like a bull.

Pack these things in sacks, dig a big pit and fill in all the dead monsters and bury them.

Pan Ye and Xie Sheng carried Zu Wei and Lao Zhang on their backs, holding the spoils in their hands, and set off on their way home.

The battle didn't take long, but it took a while to clear the loot, and the night was still dark.

The mist has long since disappeared without a trace, and the white moonlight sprinkles the earth.

Following the marks made along the way, the four of them returned safely to the mountain village.

At the entrance of the village, the onlookers gathered in front of Zhou's house had already dispersed, and the house was brightly lit with candles, and several people were still dealing with follow-up matters.

Pan Ye didn't bother them, and went back to the old woman's house first.

The Li brothers and sisters, who hadn't slept all this time, heard the movement and immediately went out to check.

Seeing Pan Ye, the three of them covered in paint all over their bodies, and Zu Wei who had passed out, they showed surprised and curious expressions.

"Brother Xie, what's going on?"

"Looking at the looks of the few, they have experienced a fierce battle."

"Brother Xie, tell Nian'er quickly what happened to you."

The girl Li Nian didn't feel sleepy at all, her eyes were shining like an owl.

(End of this chapter)