fifth form

Chapter 1470 Kip Stone Beetle Quilt

If you don't take the passage to Beishan, you will inevitably have to climb over mountains and ridges when traveling.

Everyone in Zhangjiazhuang had a few more mounts, but they did not dare to mount their horses openly near Shouchun City, for fear that too much movement would trigger patrols in Shouchun City or trace the whereabouts of the horses.

The number of mounts was not enough for one horse per person. In the end, many women rode horses, while men led the horses.

Rong Tianding, who was more familiar with the road, was leading the way at the front, while Zhang Cigong was preparing to return to Shouchun City to get another batch of mounts.

Except for some young people who died of old age or were called out and never came back, there were a total of 124 people in their group.

The entire Zhangjiazhuang was divided into two halves, and these 124 people were more than 100 incomplete families.

Even Zhang Xuezhou's home was no exception. He did not take out the Rong family this time.

After many people left, he drove the Yang Soul to drift towards Xia Shi Mountain.

This is an area that Zhang Xuezhou has not explored before.

The pitch-black night provides concealment but also brings inconvenience to exploration.

Even if the villagers are working normally, it is difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to distinguish, let alone at this time.

Moreover, Zhang Xuezhou's yang soul had been out of the body for too long, and he continued to release the doze technique, so he couldn't help but feel a little tired at this time.

Like a dead leaf blown down by the strong wind, his yang soul body fluttered and flew towards Xiashi Mountain.

This is a dark mountain, with occasional small sparks flashing to show traces of people below.

A certain mountain in the Beishan area is not a sharp mountain in the conventional sense, but a mountain that stretches continuously. Several villages can be located in this kind of mountain, and there are even reservoirs and surrounding rivers.

When Zhang Xuezhou was searching in Purple Mountain, he had to use 'human medicine' to promote the search. How could he have such an opportunity now?

Zhang Xuezhou could only see a spot of fire falling down and search along the traces of human activities.

There are charcoal kilns for burning charcoal in Huoguang, as well as patrol checkpoints for guards.

There were some sleeping charcoal burners lying next to the charcoal kiln. Everyone's face was dark. Zhang Xuezhou looked closely at them by the firelight for more than ten seconds, but he couldn't distinguish between men and women.

"Mom probably won't send people to make charcoal. Maybe she washes clothes for people in the military camp every day like those aunts. They are human medicine, and working is just a way to trap them. They will not work illegally until they die of exhaustion.!"

Charcoal kiln, garrison, thatched cottage, blacksmith shop...

There are not many buildings that Zhang Xuezhou can find in the Xiashishan area, and it is difficult for people to distinguish them.

His search is mechanical and repetitive.

Zhang Xuezhou really wanted to wait for the exploration after dawn, but Zhang Xuezhou also knew that strange things would inevitably be discovered in Purple Mountain after dawn, which would cause all kinds of subsequent troubles.

His current search was to hope that by luck he would find the Rong family, and then seek a chance to leave.

As for the others, Zhang Xuezhou had more than enough ambition but not enough power, so he could only make choices based on the situation.

"You night owl, who are you?"

Zhang Xuezhou hopes to find the Yourong family, and he is also looking for people from Zhangjiazhuang who may be familiar with him. If he finds a person from Zhangjiazhuang in Xia Shishan, the other party may be able to point out the address.

This allowed Zhang Xuezhou to be inspected by both men and women when he turned over.

When he turned over to a disheveled man next to the charcoal kiln, he heard a loud shout from the other person, which caused echoes in the Xia Shi Mountain.

"I'm……"

"You must know that I want to refine the hardest chain armor in the world. I came here specially to steal the rosewood charcoal from my furnace. Who sent you here!"

"us……"

"You don't need to tell me to know that you are from Wufu. He has been forging the strongest swords and often comes to inquire about my news. Now he is planning to steal my fine rosewood charcoal!" "Sir, I am Wu...!"

"The charcoal-stealing thief will take your ax from Mr. Mao!"

The disheveled man shouted repeatedly. He did not wait for Zhang Xuezhou to formally reply. When he reached out to fish on the ground, a half-length armor was quickly put on his body. He stretched out his hand to take pictures, and the armor was fastened.

A long ax with a chain hanging on it was caught in the palm of his hand, and he struck out with the ax at Zhang Xuezhou.

This ax looks like an ordinary person holding an ax to chop, but the speed of the opponent's chop is too fast.

The long ax was as light as slashing with a sword in the opponent's hand. Before Zhang Xuezhou had time to dodge, the long ax had already fallen on him.

At the moment of contact, the crimson blood on the blade of the long ax instantly bloomed and struck directly into Zhang Xuezhou's Yang Soul Body.

With each push and pull of the long axe, Zhang Xuezhou felt his body go cold.

His body was broken at the heart, and his body became stiff and difficult to move for a while.

If it were a normal body, his heart would have been dug out by the opponent with an ax at this time.

The opponent's speed is too fast and the blow is too violent. Zhang Xuezhou feels that more than 90% of the spell-casting practitioners are at extremely high risk when the opponent gets close to them.

Moreover, the crimson blood that just erupted from the ax blade also showed the opponent's level of cultivation.

If there is no second solipsistic monk in Xiashi Mountain, the other party should be the guardian of this area.

Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that Li Shang and Zuo Wu heard the bell and came down the mountain. This man was still burning charcoal in the charcoal kiln, and there was not even a trace of a great practitioner.

"Where did the monster come from?
Zhang Xuezhou was surprised, and Mao Guan, who was opposite him, was even more shocked.

He accepted that his martial arts skills were not superior, and there were still many masters who could crush him, but Mao was unable to accept that he was hit with an axe, and that nothing happened after the opponent's body was chopped open.

He looked at the heart dug by the ax blade, and saw that the heart was green, as if there was still demonic power lingering around it.

But in just a few seconds, the heart suddenly disappeared.

On the other side of the fur quilt, he saw some strange recovery in the other person's body.

"Take another blow from your axe, Master Mao!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou being slashed by his own Qi-blood martial arts and becoming sluggish, Mao Fei shouted and slashed out with his long ax again.

The head flew away in response, but strangely no blood flowed from the head or body.

"Jinchang...are you using a puppet to scare me? Please don't do that. It's too easy to scare people in the middle of the night!"

Seeing the head flying out and landing on the ground, but the opponent's body was still standing, Mao Qian couldn't help but come back to his senses.

He shouted at the body that was missing its head, and reached out to touch the body. Then he saw the body suddenly fall down and turn into countless green lights.

"Is it evil? This thing doesn't seem to belong to a puppet?"

Mao was squatting down, and he stretched out his hand to touch the green light, and felt that there was something frightening in the green light.

This kind of aura seems to be the remnants of a peerless monster.

In just two sorties, he seemed to have killed a strange monster. This achievement was so simple that it was difficult for Mao Bei to believe in his own skills.

"The problem is, who will write this mysterious thing when I say it? There is no proof of the demon corpse left behind?"

The green light stained the palm of the hand, bringing a biting coldness, and then seemed to turn into fiery heat, and then turned into little green shimmers and floated towards the sky like a school of cruising fish.

Mao Qian muttered.

He looked at the direction where the green light was floating, picked up the long ax and ran out quickly.