In the broken ruins, Chu Yiyi looked at the message from the bracelet. It was a short video sent by Bao Jiarong. Zhang Ping defeated a weasel.

Zhang Ping is buying time for everyone!

However, so far, no trace of the barrier has been found.

Chu Yiyi pursed her lips tightly and continued to look at the statue in front.

In more than ten minutes, Chu Yiyi searched several halls, but there was only one complete statue here, which felt a bit weird.

The statue is about two meters high, and he wears armor, revealing a tough face, a little unshaven; he is wearing a somewhat broken armor, full of scars.

The statue only has mottled colors remaining, revealing the bronze color inside, but it does not rust. I don’t know if it is because of the dry environment here.

The statue leaned against his chest with his hands, his palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and a giant sword with a width of his palm was inserted into the ground from his chest; roughly estimated that this big sword was more than 1.5 meters.

There was a broken tablet in front of it. Chu Yiyi found another piece on the ground, with two dense rows of words written on it. Unfortunately, I didn't recognize it.

Chu Yiyi was anxiously spinning around. As the statue was well preserved, Chu Yiyi instinctively felt that there was something here.

With a low shout, Chu Yiyi's hands danced, and a faint phantom of vines appeared. As long as the vines did not leave the control, they would not dissipate; but they would continue to absorb Chu Yiyi's true energy quickly.

As the vines waving, dust flew around them, Chu Yiyi surrounded the statue, cleaning up the broken walls and ruins, yellow sand and gravel.

The "rotten wood" here is as hard as iron and stone, and the gravel here is even heavier.

Chu Yiyi was busy without seeing it. As she swept away the dust around her, the bronze statue's eyes were faintly shining, and then she stared at Chu Yiyi.

Suddenly, Chu Yiyi felt something, turned her head suddenly, and looked at the strange eyes.

"Not good!" Chu Yiyi was shocked, but the next moment suddenly became stiff and her figure slowly fell to the ground. After a few minutes, Chu Yiyi slowly got up, rubbed her eyebrows in confusion, and felt a little drowsy.

I looked at the statue that was once again uncharacteristic, and fell into deep thought.

Then Chu Yiyi looked at the broken tablet, thought about picking up the half tablet on the ground and putting it back on the other half.

The small tablet looks so heavy that it is beyond imagination. With Chu Yiyi's current foundation of the fifth level of Qi refining, she actually requires both hands to move it.

Just as the two halves of the tablets were aligned, Chu Yiyi's eyes blurred, and then she recited a strange tone:

【Xuanyuan Empire/Duke Zhenguo/General Zhenguo/Taibai·Chu·Haoyuan/Tait

Xuanyuan Empire/Left Guard of Zhenguo Duke’s Mansion/Taibai·He Family·Hongyu/Jingli】

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were shocked. In Chu Yiyi's shock, the statue in front of him... moved. The bronze statue pressed down with both hands, and the bronze sword slowly inserted into the ground in a clanging sound.

At the same time, a light spread around, and a formation was suspended on the ground, and a three-meter-range semicircular barrier appeared.

Chu Yiyi was stunned for a moment, jumped up suddenly, then stepped out of the barrier carefully, and then ran wildly.

…………

But in front, when Chu Yiyi was still testing the sculpture, Zhang Ping held a long sword in his right hand, stood on the back of the bear's corpse, and pointed his left hand at the hundreds of demon clans and more monsters in front of him, making a provocative gesture:

Zhang Ping approached, rushed against the flames, stabbed into the mouth of the earth dragon with a sword, and a piece of sword tip came out from behind the head, and a little cold star dissipated. Then Zhang Ping kicked the unlucky guy away.

The flying ground dragon did not die immediately, and was still struggling and rolling.

There was a burst of croaking voices from behind. Zhang Ping obviously couldn't understand these "monster words". But he could guess.

Three more monsters surrounded him, and three demons held spears three or five meters away, and pierced them from more than three meters away.

Zhang Ping rolled on the spot, pulled out his pistol with his left hand, and almost shot the head of the nearest monster.

"Bang!"

The head is blooming.

Before, Liu Shaobing talked about the bullet hit rate issue, but one thing was not said: In fact, the closer the distance, the higher the hit rate.

As long as the distance is close enough, everyone is a sharpshooter.

If you put the muzzle on your head, the hit rate is 100%!
Chapter completed!