, the wind and waves gradually rose, the tip of the string sword hung on the hilt of the yin and yang sword.

Ruo Dong glared at Ziqin, confused.

At this moment of silence, Zi Qin suddenly turned the sword and thrust it out with all his strength. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated Ruo Dong's right arm deeply: "Qin has obtained Mr.'s blood. Although it is not as good as the antidote, it is enough for my apprentice."

I left my son alive."

Ruo Dong covered the wound and sneered: "Where is the leader's own?"

"Thank you for your mercy, sir. I am afraid that the medicine will be less effective, so I trouble you sir."

After silently wryly laughing for a few times, Ruo Dong could no longer speak. He just stood up on his own and walked past Zi Qin in the water, intending to return to the shore. Suddenly he heard the faint splash of water in the pool, and it seemed like another person was running towards him.

It wasn't until he got closer that Ruo Dong could clearly see the face of the visitor: "Eldest Young Master?"

Hearing Ruo Dong reveal the child's identity, it turned out to be Nan Jiayou in Qingqing's memory. Zi Qin thought to herself that just asking for clarification now would save a lot of trouble. So she nodded to Ruo Dong and said: "Excuse me.

Sir, go back first, Qin Zheng has a few words to say to this child."

Ruo Dong thought that although there was hatred in Nanlin Dongshan, the head of the mountain would not do anything to a child, so he turned around and returned to shore.

Unexpectedly, just after taking a few steps, there was a soft sound of wind behind him. He turned around hurriedly, but it was Jiayou Baichi who had taken advantage of him, and his wrist was firmly grasped by Ziqin.

Ziqin doesn't use strings, but the look in his eyes is by no means as simple as lecturing the younger generation.

Seeing Jiayou's reckless arrival, Ruo Dong rushed back to the pond. When he took a closer look, he saw only Head Wen, sitting cross-legged alone. "Head!" Ruo Dong's voice couldn't help but trembled, "Head Nan is...

"

Wen Xian closed his eyes and said nothing. Ruo Dong glanced back at the center of the pond. The night fell and the screen was dark, and he couldn't see anything for a while.

Xuantan is the sacred land of Nan Broken Qiong Forest. It is surrounded by peaks and cannot be easily entered or exited. Linghu Qingqing tied the raft to the shore, looked at the towering strange rocks, and sighed: "We are here early."

"It's not early." Wen Li also got off the raft and approached, "Miss Lin, seeing these dangerous mountains and cliffs, there is no shortcut."

The mountains around Xuantan are no bigger than a banyan tree. All I can see are the slanting shadows of the trees and the chirping of the cicadas has disappeared. I just feel that it is extremely creepy and weird. At dusk, a broken bridge in the mountain lies in front of the two of them. Wen Li looked down and was suddenly struck by

The distance made her legs weak. She grabbed Qingqing's sleeve and refused to go any further.

"The broken bridge is dangerous and narrow, Miss Lin, you and I should choose a detour."

The broken bridge trembled tremblingly, as if it was about to fall apart if a gust of wind came. Qingqing looked back and smiled: "Be optimistic about the girl's ability!"

In the first section, the broken bridge was suspended in the air opposite to the end of the mountain road. Qingqing's clothes were fluttering, and she jumped forward gracefully in the air wind. As soon as her toes touched the side of the broken bridge, she suddenly changed her feet and pointed again, and ran straight to the second place not far away.

In the second quarter, the bridge was broken and he jumped out again.

Wen Li stood there, his lips pale and trembling. Qing Qing turned his head: "It's too late if you don't come!"

After hearing this, Wen Li pursed his lips, bit them hard, and jumped awkwardly to the first section of the broken bridge. Before his feet could even land on the ground, Qingqing suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Li's arm, pulling him violently.

return.

When Wen Li stood on the second section of the broken bridge, he heard a "crash" sound behind him. The first section of the broken bridge had already fallen apart. The two of them lowered their heads and looked at the scenery below them. The broken wooden boards of the broken bridge were protruding from the mountainside.

The stone edge was slapped several times, and it fell to the ground in a circle, splashing a few ant-sized flowers.

Wen Li was even more frightened: "Miss Lin, sister Lin, take me out quickly!"

Qingqing hugged Wen Li's waist, raised his energy, jumped up, and rushed towards the third broken bridge. It was said to be a broken bridge, but it was just a stone pillar made of nature. It was erected vertically on a hundred-foot empty mountain from bottom to top, with the pillars surrounding it.

It was steep and smooth, and even a bird might not be able to rest on it. Qingqing's right foot flew up, and his left foot lightly tapped the ground, flying into the air, and landing steadily on the tip of the stone pillar with one foot.

Sure enough, in the second quarter, the stone bridge shattered behind him again. Wen Li, who had been keeping his eyes closed, squinted his eyes open a crack, touched his heart and sighed: "Good sister, this is not climbing a mountain, it is playing with life.

ah!"

"This is not life-threatening." Qing Qing put her arms around the young master of the Wen family and put her other hand on her hips, "This is the 'Bi Zhen Qing Gong', so that we can live up to the God-given scenery!"

"'Bi Zhen'?" Wen Li suddenly looked at Qing Qing, "Sister, it turns out that I practice more than just one technique!"

Qingqing was stunned and didn't want to bring up the old things again, so he took a deep breath and said, "It's time to go."

In the fourth quarter, the broken bridge was not very far away, and it looked much wider than before. Just as Qingqing was about to raise his feet and jump up, he suddenly heard a burst of thunder on the earth, and the vibrations spread from far away.

He came close and rushed towards Qing Qing's feet.

Looking up, I saw the mountains shaking, and countless thick old pines began to struggle harshly.

As the mountain vibrated, waist-high bones were broken, and they picked up huge rocks and wild soil, rushing down the hillside. The old and cracked stone pillars shattered, and before Qingqing could step into the air, he shouted loudly,
Chapter completed!