Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Xiaojin has heard them say that this is not the human space where they live, so they have to go out here to truly leave, and the two largest monster races here have been offended by them, so it is not easy to survive , the only way is to get out of here.

"Before the master became an honorable rank, he studied the issue of space. I remember he said that where there is a lot of gray grass, the space will be thinner. Gray grass usually likes to grow on wet rocks or on big tree poles. , we can pay attention." Xiao Jin thought for a while and said.

After Fan Tianluo was stunned for a moment, her face showed joy. She knew what gray grass was, because when they came in, they saw the gray moss on the rock, and said immediately: "Great, after saving the stars, let's look for these places. Otherwise, you will be trapped in this place for the rest of your life.”

"That's not true. A strong person of high rank can tear the space, but generally when there is no target, the space torn out is a space crack, and the chance of hitting another space is very small. If it is the same place , It's normal to tear up the space and shorten the distance." Xiaojin explained.

The three of them suddenly turned into bitter faces. The rank of honor was too far away for them. Now Xiao Diao and Xiao Jin have no original strength, and it is impossible to tear the space. Her energy jade card only has one chance. If she makes a mistake, Really big trouble.

"Don't worry, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge." Fan Tianluo smiled at the troubled Huang Yurui and Mu Yu, "You think, the space that appeared twice under the Jedi cliff valley means that the place we came in must also be a space Weak area, let's go back to that direction to look for gray grass."

Both Huang Yurui and Mu Yu nodded. When they came out, they were chased and had no chance to pay attention to that place. Maybe it was the weak point of space that Xiao Jin mentioned.

"By the way, after saving the stars, do you still want to steal the spirit gathering grass?" Huang Yurui asked.

Xiao Jin immediately said: "Of course, but for the matter of stealing the spirit gathering grass, as long as Xiao Bodhi and I go."

Fan Tianluo was silent for a while and said: "Save Xingchen first, I'm afraid he won't last that long, these emperor ants are too cruel." Although Fan Tianluo looked innocent on the surface, she was always worried in her heart, not knowing that Mo Xingchen was tortured What is it like.

At this moment, Mo Xingchen was forging a third-tier broadsword by a refining pool in the refining area of ​​the back mountain. His handsome face was somewhat haggard, but a pair of black eyes flashed with a deep and gloomy light.

It has been eight days since he was caught here, and he doesn't know if Fantianluo and the others are doing well, but he believes that she must be trying to save him, and since he is willing to surrender in exchange for their escape, he naturally has his considerations.

In the past few days, he has also figured out that this place is the back mountain of the Emperor Ant Clan's base camp, which is a forbidden area. To his surprise, the items in the refining cave here are complete, and the preciousness and quantity of materials shocked him.

But what surprised him the most was that there was actually a human craftsman here. This man had been imprisoned for countless years. He looked haggard and seemed very old, but he was in good spirits. Like his own people, he is completely laissez-faire, and unlike him, he has to complete how many weapons, and if he fails to complete it, he will suffer.

The old man's name was Abel, and he hardly spoke. He was knocking in the cave all day long. When he saw Mo Xingchen, he didn't have any other expressions, only a flash of sympathy in his eyes.

On the second day after he came here, Mo Xingchen had to start working. He kept refining weapons by the high-temperature refining furnace. There was a three-star holy man at the entrance of the cave who guarded him specially. If he didn't complete the task, he would There were red-hot branding irons making ugly marks on his back.

After eight days, Mo Xingchen already had four iron marks on his back.