Cheng Qian let her call with a heart, without lifting his eyelids.

Shuideng wiped away her tears silently for a while, and soon realized that she was crying in vain. Master didn't know where she went. There were only her and the third senior brother here, and there was no place to complain, so she also wanted to let go. After choking, she calmed down honestly, looking forward to my brother's conscience finding out and finding her something to eat.

You can even catch a worm.

Cheng Qian rescued the wooden sword that had been bitten off by the puddle, and washed it in the water. He was not in the mood to coax the child, so he placed her by the river and warned solemnly, "Sit here, Don't move."

After speaking, he rolled up his trousers and went into the water, clumsily trying to catch the fish.

There are no other advantages of the puddle, only the knowledge of current affairs can be called the Tao, and he immediately judged from his actions that his meal was over, so he sat and waited by the river without saying a word, as if a training Vegetarian puppy.

But fish is not so easy to catch. Cheng Qianqian didn't have to go to the house to uncover the tiles and fish in the water. It is even more impossible in the sect. He has no experience in these things. He slipped through his hand, and occasionally, deliberately wagging his tail, the hard scales cut his hand several times.

It was getting dark, and the puddle could not wait any longer. She finally curled up on the shore, thirsty and hungry, and fell asleep, with a finger in her mouth involuntarily.

Cheng Qian waded barefoot in the icy river water, glanced at her, straightened up his aching waist with nothing, lowered his head and licked the wound on his hand.

The master said that one day he could fly to the sky and dive into the abyss, but he found that he couldn't catch a single fish.

He didn't know which plants in the Wangyou Valley were poisonous, so he didn't dare to pick those fruits and leaves rashly, and he didn't dare to rashly provoke the birds to walk away.

He looks down on him all day long, and always feels that he is a peerless power in the future, but he can't even get anything to eat.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the surroundings were so quiet that people were a little flustered, and wild roars gradually came from the mountains and forests in the distance. Cheng Qian listened for a moment, frowned abruptly, landed on the shore in three steps and two steps, picked up the puddle where he was drowsy, and squeezed the wooden sword in his hand, trying to figure out where to find a safe place to spend the night.

In the blink of an eye, those wild roars that seemed to be far away approached, one after another, as if they were surrounded by embattled people, making Cheng Qian's nerves tense.

Cheng Qian did not dare to hesitate any longer, and ran towards the upstream direction of the river with the puddle in hand. Unfortunately, the sky did not go as planned. At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the dense forest and fell straight in front of him, blocking the way. His breathing became clearer in the darkness, and his green eyes stared sinisterly at these two thin-skinned and tender-fleshed children.

Cheng Qian stopped abruptly, and stepped back half a step in front of Hengjian's chest.

Then there were rustling noises from all over the place, and in the blink of an eye, several large scorpions jumped out from all over the place, enclosing Cheng Qian and the puddle firmly in the middle. The eyes staring at the two of them are all straight and fangs.

Shuikeng huddled in Cheng Qian's arms without daring to say a word. At this moment, her half bloodline inherited from the Demon Empress had no deterrent effect on the group. Presumably even if she was an ancient god, she was just a child who was not weaned at the moment. It's just a brat, these big beasts with sharp teeth are not afraid of her at all.

Cheng Qianqun held the wooden sword expressionlessly, knowing that he couldn't show the slightest timidity in front of these beasts, and a moment's loosening was enough for the elders to tear him and his younger sister into pieces. strip.

Cheng Qian flicked his wrist slightly, posing as a swinging wooden sword, and at the same time whispered to the puddle in his arms, "Where are your wings? Let's fly away."

When Shuideng heard this, her face turned red, but she didn't know if she was too hungry, or if she was frightened by the big láng and fell off the chain for a while, only to hear a "snap", and only grow out behind her back. A pair of slender wings the size of a slap can be used as an unwieldy fan when they are flapped.

Cheng Qian immediately thought badly, and sure enough, when the láng saw the wings of the puddle, he immediately observed his powerless disguise and purpose. It suddenly bent down and let out a low growl, as if an order was given. The moment Cheng Qian leaned over, the muscles on his arms were already tensed to the extreme. Then, he heard a gust of wind blowing behind him. Cheng Qian turned around without thinking, and turned Peng Cheng Wanli's third move into a vertical hand. When he came out, the tattered wooden sword suddenly drew a sharp arc, and it avoided the beast's minions and stabbed it hard on the big chin.

His swordsmanship is indeed hard work, at least in terms of the two styles he has practiced, it is much better than his ignorant eldest brother.

There was a hint of slyness in the head's eyes, and he gave the order again, and the two big heads on both sides immediately emerged from both sides, blocking his retreat either intentionally or unintentionally.

Cheng Qian had been tortured to death by grievances, pain and self-abandonment, but at this moment, facing the greedy gaze, his anger was finally burst out.

Under the impulsiveness, Cheng Qian met him head-on, but this impulsive hit and miss coincided with his experience of "fearless" just now.

Mind and swordsmanship complement each other, the tattered wooden sword just aroused a bunch of sharp edges, Pengcheng Wanli's moves were not old, his sword hilt suddenly left his hand, and he suddenly turned into the sea cháo sword he had been practicing and playing with. Elbow against the sword's edge, without dodging into the mouth of a big láng.

The unstoppable sword edge collided with the fangs brazenly, and Cheng Qian's sleeve was instantly shattered in two, and a half-inch deep wound was scraped from the wrist to the elbow.

The láng screamed, and Cheng Qian's wooden sword, which was not very strong, was broken.

At this time, the minions of the second big sword had arrived and were grabbing the head and neck of the puddle. Cheng Qian quickly replaced the hand holding the puddle, regardless of the broken sword, and swept the remaining half. The tip of the big láng's nose was badly injured, and he fell on his back, also knocking Cheng Qian back three or four feet.

The blood on Cheng Qian's injured arm immediately smeared the puddle, and the smell of blood made the little girl's face pale. She trembled all over, as if she was scared to the extreme. It has been mentioned in the middle - the puddle spread her big wings that were not working at that time at this juncture.

The celestial demon that raised its wings against the wind didn't even have a buffer, and rushed straight up and down into the sky.

The head láng obviously did not expect this to happen, and immediately roared angrily, jumped up, and wanted to grab Cheng Qian's calf, but unfortunately it was out of reach.

The killing intent in his heart was still alive, Cheng Qianju looked down at the head of the láng's eyes through the moonlight, and the láng froze in place for a moment, and for a moment, it retracted its front legs slightly, as if to shrink. "Woooo" tucked his tail.

Shuideng took Cheng Qian and didn't fly too far. After all, she was young, and she lost her strength as soon as she crossed the valley, and the two of them fell on the hillside together.

Cheng Qian clenched his teeth and leaned on a half wooden sword to get up, and tore a piece of wood from his clothes, blocking the bleeding arm carelessly to avoid attracting more wild shòu.

He wanted to make a fire, to find food, to choose a place where he could spend the night, and to be alert to the surrounding environment at all times. At this time, the wound on his hand was sharp and painful, soaked in cold dew, and he was accompanied by a little junior sister who couldn't take care of himself.

Walking in the crisis-ridden Wangyou Valley, Cheng Qian found that he had no time to ponder the love and hatred between Master and those demon cultivators, and no time to be alone and confused.

The most urgent task, he had to get out of this unknowable valley and send the Sect Master Yin and the little junior sister back to the sect.

On the coast of the East China Sea, after the storm at sea, the talents of Qinglong Island finally arrived late.

Because the master never told the disciples what kind of organization the people on Qinglong Island were, nor did he introduce who the disciples were and what kind of almighty, Yan Zhengming had no intention of showing respect or flattering.

The wind did not subside, and he had ordered the Daotong boys to release all the small boats on the big boat and go into the sea to find people.

Li Yun and Han Yuan all gathered in the cabin, and together they turned over all the books that were in Cheng Qian's luggage. Regarding the spells, Han Yuan, you don't need to turn over the pile, he hasn't unpacked yet, so he may not have seen it, hurry up!"

"Don't rush, don't rush, I seem to have seen it..." Li Yun raised a hand, "Senior brother, do you see this?"

Yan Zhengming immediately threw the book in his hand aside, grabbed it and read it carefully according to the description of the tracer in the book: "What rubbish, is it this book?"

Han Yuan said anxiously: "What did it say above?"

"above……"

At this moment, a Taoist boy suddenly came in panting outside the door and interrupted him: "Master, there is a real person looking for you."

"What are you arguing about, everyone is lost, so busy!" Yan Zhengming waved his hand without raising his head, and then read out the notes on the book to Li Yun and Han Yuan, "It says that the person who carved the spell and the one who tracked the spell There is a feeling in between, I carved that thing myself, and it was like a fart after the engraving, what does it feel?"

Li Yun's expression changed after hearing this: "Senior brother..."

Yan Zhengming: "Don't hesitate, what do you want to say?"

Li Yun: "Have you ever thought that the tracker we used at that time might not be successful."

Yan Zhengming was stunned, and after a while, he said: "But the small copper coins..."

He slapped his forehead angrily—it was all because of Cheng Qian, who carried a stinky air of "I'm very reliable even though I don't look like a mountain, but I'm very reliable" every day, which made him believe it without even thinking about it at the time. Got a new kid!

If Cheng Qian's bastard is really reliable, can he disappear now?

At this time, another Taoist boy ran in, holding a tattered ribbon in his hand, and said in shock: "Master, they caught this..."