Reaching the other shore starting from the research and development of Yi Jin Jing

"This is the 'mountain and sea realm'?"

The stars gathered together, and Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao appeared hand in hand, looking wary.

Yan Chuang glanced around, it seemed like a swamp forest, shrouded in clouds, dark and deep. Towering ancient trees stand tall with tangled vines, forming a seemingly endless shade.

It is already the winter moon in Dayan, but the place is still lush and green.

The trunks of these ancient trees are covered in moss and moisture, making them look decadent and twisted.

The ground was muddy and slippery, and there were dull sucking sounds from time to time, as if evil spirits underground were devouring everything. On the muddy surface, dead branches and other rotting vegetation floated on the turbid water, emitting a sickening rancid smell.

Miasma filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

They loom over this woodland and visibility is very low.

"Beware of miasma!"

"This is a poisonous miasma that can enter the body through breathing and pores all over the body!"

Cheng Fengxiao reminded Yan Chuang while holding his breath.

miasma!

Miasma!

This is mentioned many times in Xun Guilan's "Mountain and Sea Geography", and the identification and prevention methods are all recorded. Compared with Dayan, the vast and sparsely populated mountain and sea world has more mountains and swamps, and more such There is no need for venomous snakes or beasts in a dangerous place where miasma abounds. The naturally occurring miasma alone is enough for the people of Yanwu to drink a cup.

"Um!"

Yan Chuang was solemn.

He was holding his breath and concentrating, his ears were trembling slightly, and he could hear many small sounds, including the roars of birds and the roars of snakes and insects. Combined with the misty mist and miasma, it looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

"This is the world of mountains and seas!"

Yan Chuang initially understood the world of mountains and seas, and his restless heart calmed down a little.

Just as he was discussing the next move with Cheng Fengxiao, suddenly——

"Someone!"

"There's movement!"

The two masters and disciples discovered something unusual one after another. They turned their heads and saw someone walking through the mud in front of them to the left, approaching quickly.

Listen carefully.

There is pursuit and escape.

"It's two groups of people!"

"wrong!"

"more than!"

"There's someone on the right too!"

"forward!"

"back!"

"They're all people!"

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao looked at each other, and their hearts sank: "Surrounded!"

…

Tap tap tap!

People are coming from all directions, listen to the footsteps, all of them are practitioners, there are more than ten people.

Yan Chuang holds a gun.

Cheng Feng smiled and held the stick.

The master and apprentice looked at each other. They didn't know what was going on at the moment, and they didn't know whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend. Cheng Feng smiled and shouted: "Choose one way and fight out!"

He took the iron rod from the Qi soldiers in his hand, casually picked a spot in front of him on the left, and charged forward.

"Walk!"

Yan Chuang, holding a red tassel gun, followed closely behind.

The two of them stepped on the 'Divine Movement' and could walk as fast as flying even in the muddy swamp.

Deliberately avoiding footsteps in all directions.

But as they change, so do the people who come, and the number seems to be increasing!

soon.

Hit.

…

"Um?"

"Huh?"

Seeing the person coming, Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao were surprised at the same time——

Looking down at themselves, they saw that the two of them had specially prepared animal skins, with their hair disheveled, and the style of their attire was very different from the aliens from the Mountain and Sea Realm that Cheng Fengxiao met the last time he came in.

This is to blend in and not stand out.

but.

seem.

Self-defeating!

He looked up and saw the people coming in front of him. There were six people in total, some holding guns, some holding sticks, or some holding steel knives. They were wearing tailored cloth clothes, which were the same as those worn by ordinary warriors in Guangling City.

This comparison!

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao were unexpected and eye-catching!

"Ouch!"

"Baby hey!"

Crash in one place.

Someone came with a knife and yelled.

Can't understand!

I don’t understand it at all!

"It doesn't seem to be strong."

"Fight out first."

Cheng Fengxiao's long stick was in front of others, and he was not in contact with these six people at all——

Hoo ho ho!

The fierce power is obvious, and it goes straight forward.

The roots and tips of the iron rods are pierced through each other, stretching and retracting, moving left and right, back and forth. This is the starting stick of the "Eight Feng Gun". There is only one road, and there is no fixed way to live.

Bang bang bang!

One stick comes out.

Click, collapse, poke, grid, and Diao!

Of those six people, four fell at the sound of the call, and none of them could stand a chance!

But two people, one of whom wielded a sword and the other wielded a sword, fought and retreated. Together, they were able to fight Cheng Fengxiao for three or five moves without losing.

Cheng Fengxiao was shocked!

Yan Chuang was also shocked!

What’s surprising is not that this person is strong, but that——

"The rotten silk sword technique!"

"Silk-wrapped serial knife!"

But they recognized that these two disciples were actually the swordsmanship and swordsmanship of the 'Silk Fist' among the 18 schools of Guangling Academy's widely spread boxing -

boom!

After three moves, Cheng Fengxiao swept away the sword wielder with a stick.

Yan Chuang's spear was faster and had already reached the chest of the man wielding the sword. After recognizing the sword technique, he quickly turned it into a sword again——

Snapped! !

Push this man aside.

There are no obstacles ahead!

"Walk!"

Cheng Fengxiao and Yan Chuang ran wildly without hesitation and disappeared in an instant.

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"Yunsang!"

"Mo Yang!"

"Are you guys okay?"

After the two left, not long after, twenty or thirty people here finally met and looked at the six companions who had fallen in the mud. The latecomers hurriedly stepped forward to help them up. Seeing that their companions were fine, they asked: " Who broke in?"

"have no idea."

Yun Sang shook his head. He was the sword wielder who was one of the six who intercepted Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao just now.

Yun Sang thought of the martial arts skills of the two people just now, and also thought of the younger one who could have pierced him with a spear, but in the end he stopped.

He was afraid for a while.

The man's marksmanship was too strong, and he couldn't react at all when the shot was fired.

If the other party hadn't kept his hand, she would have been completely dead by now.

Think of this.

Yun Sang used his clothes to carefully wipe the long knife that fell into the mud with him. There was a lot of water in the swamps and the swamps, and the humidity was heavy. Weapons must be maintained and cared for at all times in order to last longer. .

but.

At this moment.

After Yun Sang wiped off the dirt with the knife in his hand, his expression suddenly changed.

"Yunsang, your blade is broken!"

Someone pointed at Yun Sang's knife and shouted!

It is not easy to have a good weapon in the Wushan tribe. Yun Sang's sword was given to him by one of the twenty-four chief deacons in the tribe. Yun Sang has always treasured it.

But at this time, the blade collapsed.

"Don't scream!"

"I saw!"

Yun Sang's face was contorted, he was so distressed that he was about to die. He stroked the treasured long knife that had seven or eight holes in it. His nose was sore and he almost shed tears, but he held it back and analyzed it for everyone: "Those two people didn't mean any harm. They kept their hands. But the older one must be a very powerful magic weapon with the iron rod in his hand. After three or two gentle blows, my sword made seven or eight gaps——"

As Yun Sang talked, tears couldn't stop falling.

His knife!

destroyed!

"Yun Sang, you were able to save your life just now because of God's blessing. If the knife is gone, you can still save it. If your life is gone, it's all over!"

Mo Yang, who had just experienced life and death with Yun Sang, touched his long sword, and the sword was on the verge of breaking, but he was more rational. After comforting Yun Sang, he said to everyone: "Those two people have no ill intentions, since they are running away." direction to go out, then let them go!”

"right!"

"As long as you're okay."

"They run away, you don't have to chase them."

"I'm going to report to the Archdeacon. You guys will continue to patrol. Don't let anyone get close to Mingshan!"

Among the twenty or thirty people, including Yun Sang. There were five or six people, including Mo Yang, who decided on a disposal plan in a few words. Some continued to patrol, while others reported to the superiors.

Spread out.

…

Swish!

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao didn't know that no one was chasing them. They didn't dare to be careless and ran up and down left, right, left, and right for a long time. They stopped at least ten miles away from where they just met.

"That person just used the sword technique from the 'Silk Fist'?"

Cheng Fengxiao looked at Yan Chuang and asked this first thing.

He knew a lot about the "Silk-Tang Fist" in the past, but after the "Si-Tang Fist" entered Guangling Academy and was adapted and sublimated, he didn't know as much as Yan Chuang about the subsequent "Si-Tang Fist" and was not sure. .

"It can't be wrong!"

However, Yan Chuang was sure: "The 'Silk Sword Technique' and the Silk Sword Technique are both classics in the 'Silk Fist'. I can use them with my eyes closed."

Bang bang bang!

Yan Chuang used a gun to make a knife or a sword, and used two moves.

What a mess!

Serial knife!

Cheng Feng smiled and saw that it was exactly the same. He immediately made a guess: "It has been eight years since Guangling opened the academy. In theory, it has also been eight years since Guangling Academy developed the mountain and sea realm. Could what we just encountered be the wings cultivated here by Guangling Academy? "

Those people didn't look like Dayan people. Although they wore common clothes and wore their hair in buns, in essence and in their bones, they had a barbaric force of blood, and they were clearly aliens.

There are only a few possibilities for foreigners to master the 'Silk Fist' -

Either he captured the disciples and masters of the ‘Silk-Tang Fist’ from Guangling Academy and forced him to question them.

Either someone from Guangling Academy taught it without permission.

Just do it again.

As Cheng Fengxiao said, these people may have been trained by Guangling Academy.

"Guangling Academy not only spreads martial arts in Guangling County, but also cultivates alien races in the mountains and seas?"

Cheng Fengxiao frowned.

Yan Chuang smiled: "This is normal. No matter how powerful Guangling Academy is, after all, it is only an academy supported by a county, and the number of disciples is limited. Among them, those who can enter and exit the mountain and sea realm must be at least third-class trainees, and the number is even rarer. Even Including teaching assistants, lecturers, lecturers, and professors, there are at most two to three hundred people who can come to the Shanhai Realm. It may not be many, but in the Shanhai Realm, it is too few. Supporting local forces and local masters is very important. Is necessary!"

That's understandable.

In fact.

With the organizational strength of Guangling Academy, it would be foolish to go on a rampage and fight alone.

"Silk Fist."

"Guangling Academy."

"Assuming these people are supported by Guangling Academy, what were they doing just now?"

Cheng Fengxiao became confused again, thinking that those people seemed to be patrolling and setting up defenses just now, he looked at Yan Chuang: "Did they find some treasure?"

Finished.

Cheng Fengxiao suddenly shook his head again, and without waiting for Yan Chuang to speak, he said——

"never mind."

"in spite of."

"We masters and disciples are complete 'black households' in the Shanhai Realm. We cannot reveal our identity in front of the foreign races in the Shanhai Realm, and we must avoid people from Guangling Academy when we meet them!"

"There's no need to move forward."

Cheng Fengxiao was very transparent.

Of course Yan Chuang also understands this truth. Their master and apprentice came in through the 'Star Stone'. If you bump into people from Guangling Academy and ask how you got in, you will inevitably be exposed.

Therefore, Yan Chuang just recognized the 'Silk-Tangled Fist' used by the two people, but he did not deliberately use the 'Silk-Tangled Fist' to recognize each other. What came up was that 'the flood has washed away the Dragon King's Temple', 'it cannot be fought without fighting'. The "acquaintance" routine was not intended to extract any information from those two people.

No need.

Stability comes first.

"Let's go first."

"Stay away from here."

"Then find a small tribe to settle down and learn the language and writing here. This will be safe!"

Yan Chuang and Cheng Fengxiao had plans before they came in.

Last time.

Cheng Feng came in with a smile, like a headless fly. Although he got lucky and survived, he got a treasure like the 'Zhu Guo'.

But bad luck can never happen again.

You can't just think about such good things.

This time, the two joined forces and were more organized.

"The little tribe settled down!"

“Seeking progress while maintaining stability!”

"This trip is mainly about getting familiar with the 'mountain and sea realm', learning to communicate, and knowing the geographical divisions. I don't ask for any treasures!"

The two rested for a moment, picked up their guns and clubs, and set off again.

Target--

Little tribe!

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