The night is gradually coming.

In a rocky land in the West Mountain, a stream of blue smoke rose up.

Qin Ming rose up the grill and grilled the meat of the Kui Lion.

"Are you okay?" The sword grass baby next to him sat on the side with his short legs spread out and asked for the forty-seventh time.

"Not yet." Qin Ming's 47th answer.

"It smells so good, master, it smells so good."

"Well, it smells so good, but it's not good yet." Qin Ming replied casually, sprinkling all kinds of seasonings he made.

The meat smell became even more intense.

After cooking this for another ten minutes, Qin Ming was satisfied and announced that he could eat it.

The baby immediately cheered, and with saliva dripping, he reached out to grab a large piece of meat bone and started gnawing.

This is not a sword grass, it is clearly a newly-grown evil dragon.

His stomach was a little bigger, and heavier than his beast meat was stuffed.

"Master, please allow me to hunt down those brain axes tomorrow, Dashiji."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Qin Ming was half lying, holding a sharp bone and picking his teeth, enjoying the rare leisure time after a meal.

This little thing is addicted to eating, so I thought about finding more ingredients.

"Can't you just say it tonight?" The baby fiddled with the bones piled up in front of him and whispered.

Qin Ming, as if he hadn't heard it, narrowed his eyes and entered the sword's state of mind.

He now has to comprehend the sword every day, even if he is away, he is no exception. He knows that this is a major way for him to become stronger.

The next day, in the early morning, the air was a little wet.

There are still dew drops on the flowers and plants on the ground.

Qin Ming has been comprehending the sword in the sword mind all night. Although this consumes mental power, since it is basically a battle solved by sword grass during the day, his condition is still intact, enough for him to practice continuously.

With every conscience, he can have a new understanding of the sword.

Of course, not every understanding of kendo can make his sword-like power stronger, this is a process of accumulation.

Just like solving complex mathematical problems, there is often not only one formula to master.

With the sword intent restrained, Qin Ming escaped from the state of entering into a state of meditation.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the bored sword grass lying on the ground and rolling constantly.

He was responsible for Qin Ming's safety that night, but Qin Ming ignored him all night, which made him very bored.

Seeing Qin Ming wake up, he immediately stood up.

"Master, let's go."

"Come up." Qin Ming said.

The little baby immediately grinned and jumped onto Qin Ming's shoulder.

"Master, what are you going to eat today?"

"That depends on what monster you will encounter today."

......

Qin Ming walked along, his eyes shining through the layers of jungle toward the top of the mountain.

Before he knew it, he was not very far from the top of the mountain.

"Um?"

At this time, two corpses in the jungle caught his attention.

These are the corpses of two human monks, as if they had been drained from blood, and their skin was shriveled and shaped like dry bones.

What we can see is their expression before death, with their mouths wide open, full of fear and pain, and they feel like they are dying with their eyes closed.

In fact, he had seen dead monks along the way during this trip to the West Mountain, but this was the first time he had seen such a way of death.

"It's not like the work of a monster, but it's more like it was killed by other monks using secret techniques." Qin Ming observed the corpse and said softly.

"Master, I don't like the breath on them." The little baby sat on Qin Ming's shoulder. When Qin Ming approached the corpse, he couldn't help but lean back his neck, cover his mouth and nose, and his face was full of disgust.

"Well, the remaining aura is indeed very strange." Qin Ming said.

It was like being soaked in the sewage in the ditch for three days and three nights. Although the corpse had not been dead for a long time, it seemed to have rotted for several months.

"Let's go, master." Jiancao urged Qin Ming's neck.

After Qin Ming could not see any other clues, he stood up and left.

Of course, before leaving, he checked whether there was any remaining money on the corpses of these two monks, such as elixir and Yuanjing.

The result was disappointing, with nothing on both bodies.

Half a day later, Qin Ming passed through a jungle. The little baby's nose first shook, and then suddenly sat upright.

"Master, there is a strong breath coming towards us."

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, which made the sword grass say that it was very strong, which means that the other party was at least a cultivator in the late stage of the Gathering Dan Realm and even the Divine Fire Realm.

You should know that the previous Nanshu Weng Peng and his little kid all said that they were just a little chicken and looked arrogant.

"But I didn't feel the murderous intent in the other party." Jiancao continued.

When Qin Ming heard this, he took the sword grass back into the Shi Ling Banner.

Then the appearance of the Spirit Banner was reduced to one inch and held it in the palm of your hand.

Once the situation is not good, he can summon the monsters inside to meet the enemy at any time.

After doing all this, the bushes ahead suddenly trembled violently, and the mountain seemed to have slight shocks.

The next moment, a familiar bright red python came out of it.

On the head of the python, there is a middle-aged uncle.

“Huh?”

“Eh?”

The giant python stared at Qin Ming, and the biting chill was threatening with vague threats.

"Why are you?" the middle-aged uncle scratched his head and asked in surprise, as if he didn't expect that it would be Qin Ming standing here.

"Senior, we're meeting again." Qin Ming greeted him politely.

He had seen this uncle riding a snake once on Xishan Road, and the two had a brief exchange.

At that time, the other party could see at a glance that Qin Ming had just walked out of the Yanhuo Hell, but he forgot to explore the other party's attribute interface.

Now that I saw you again, I no longer hesitated and threw you over with an investigator.

Name: Yuan Chang

Race: Human

Age: 59

Cultivation: Divine Fire Realm

Information: Master the art of controlling fire, have a fire spirit body, and hides a kind of strange fire.

Name: Refined

The monster: The heart-burning python

Fighting power score: top-grade sixth level

Growth potential: Seventh-level top-grade

As expected, this is a powerful cultivator in the Divine Fire Realm, who has a higher level of cultivation than Qin Ming.

Even his mount, the python, is a monster of the sixth level.

It is worth mentioning that I don’t know what secret technique the other party used, which made his and the python’s breath extremely ordinary.

Even though Qin Ming got so close, if it weren't for the previous reminder from Sword Grass, he wouldn't have discovered that the person in front of him was a powerful man in the Divine Fire Realm.

This is also one of the reasons why he did not investigate the other party when he passed by.

At that time, like other passers-by, he regarded him as an ordinary monk and did not care too much about it.

Yuan Chang's eyes swept over Qin Ming, and then he quickly looked around.

"You are the only one who is here?" he asked again after a while.

"Yes, I should be the only one here." Qin Ming nodded and replied.

"Strange, I had clearly sensed a powerful aura before, but why did it suddenly disappear? I could actually avoid my perception..." The uncle murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!