Climbing mountains and ridges every day, looking for a place to bury pots to make rice, and organizing hunting inspections for young indigenous people. Several leaders of more than 200 people were responsible for the tedious and tiring chores, which made Zhang Wenfeng worry-free.
He just needs to be careful not to let wild monsters sneak up on the extremely long team, and try not to die on the way.
When the Yifeng Barbarian God kidnapped people before, he didn't care about the prisoners' injuries. He wrapped them up in witchcraft for more than an hour and flew there. He didn't care much even if half of them died.
Those men who had the qualifications to practice under the guidance of the Barbarian God were basically destroyed.
Among the group of people who survived, only a few leaders knew some rudimentary witchcraft, collected some herbs, and cooked some to treat their headaches, brain fever, and diarrhea during their breaks.
Not having enough to eat and trekking hard, they could not cover more than fifty miles in one day.
Zhang Wenfeng took out all the dry food, dried meat, salt, seasonings, etc. that he had stored in his storage space, added them with the hunting proceeds of the indigenous young men, mixed them with wild vegetables, and boiled the broth. After three months at Biyifeng, Eating much better.
The two green weavers who hide in their collars all day are actually not low in cultivation, and they have second-level cultivation in the outside world.
It's just that they are too small, and the amount of demonic power contained in their bodies is relatively limited. Moreover, they are not very courageous. They only get out from under their collars at night, get some air, and jump around on the leaves and grass outside to relax.
They witnessed Guanzhu Zhang taking out food and feeding it to the smelly mortals. He gathered all the injured, weak and sick people, used the green mist secret method to treat them, and discussed the walking route with the mortal leaders every day. Guanzhu Zhang flew slowly in the air to guard.
They can understand why Zhang Guanzhu, who has cultivated to the third level, does these thankless things, just like they treat all the insects, plants and trees in the secret realm that are not enlightened.
It comes from instinct and is the foundation of one's life. It is also a way of practice.
For the human monks they chose to follow, there was an added sympathy and recognition.
Tu Kun Piaofei was at the bottom several miles away. He lay in the air with his eyes closed and his head in his hands every day. Except for chatting with Guanzhu Zhang, he didn't even look at the mortals on the ground. There were small thin white clouds blocking the sun, but there were no Obstructing the sight of the sky and the sky, there is a gentle breeze supporting the team as they move slowly.
Ignore worldly affairs and behave like a fairy.
In addition to his unsightly appearance, his clothes are a bit shabby.
After eight days of trekking, we are almost out of Luobao Ridge. There are no mountains or ridges blocking the road for the remaining two days. There are only a few rolling hills and ridges as far as the eye can see, and most of them are flat land with gravel, weeds and shrubs. The beggar-like crowd listened to the leader's encouragement and finally burst into irregular joy.
As the sun set, the team gathered on a high ground. Several leaders assigned their manpower to hunt, dig wild vegetables, carry water, bury pots to make rice and other daily tasks. Most of the rest went to the nearby hills to cut down trees and build a simple and short structure. The roof of the wooden shed was not thatched, but covered with the animal skins they carried in their backpacks, and tied tightly with hemp ropes to prevent a sudden heavy rain at night and getting sick from the rain.
Anyone with experience in wild survival knows this common sense, not to mention that they have survived in the wild for so many years.
If it hadn't been because of the rain and the difficulty in walking on the road, which delayed the trip for two days, they would have already arrived.
For Zhang Wenfeng, this time of day was a rare leisure time. He and Tu Kun sat cross-legged on the cleared mountain rocks, making tea and chatting on the coffee table.
After so many days of familiarity, the two green weavers flew down from their shoulders and flew back and forth among the vegetation within ten feet of the two of them.
Although the wood energy in the outside world is poor, there is no threat from the invisible Yang evil energy. They are actually quite satisfied. As long as they can prevent the annoying natural enemy Seiying Jingmei and find a territory large enough for them to survive, they must return to the secret realm and bring everything together. The sisters persuaded them to move out.
Of course, they have to take a closer look. After all, it is related to the life and death of the sisters in the secret realm, and the continuation of the incense is a big deal.
The burning clouds dyed the sky and the earth red, and the gorgeous scenery made the two little spirits mesmerized.
How can there be such shocking natural scenery in the secret territory?
Tu Kun and Zhang Wenfeng suddenly looked up to the west. There were three small dots flying towards the sky at a very fast speed. The two looked at each other and saw each other's surprise. It was a witch cultivator. The aura exuded by one of them made their hearts beat. season.
"It's a fourth-level guardian left behind by the Wu family when they fled the Liang Dynasty."
Tu Kun briefly transmitted the message that among them was the old man in black holding a bone staff that he met last time. He knew that good people don't come, and those who come are not good. He is a guy who specially wants to cause trouble for them.
He flew up and looked around. Even if they left behind all their mortal burdens, they still couldn't escape each other's pursuit. His strength was far from recovered, otherwise a guy like this who didn't have many years of life would just shoot him casually. die.
It seems that they killed the Barbarian Gods of Biyifeng and ruined some major affairs of the Great Liang witch cultivator. These guys specially asked the fortune-telling master to calculate their whereabouts and intercept them to vent their anger at all costs.
Zhang Wenfeng waved his hand and sent a brief message for help to Protector Xie in Zhoucheng.
He was in the wild, and the distant water could not save the near fire. He had to think of a way to use it up first, hoping to find a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, even if he had a scapegoat stone figurine and could die twice, he would be killed by the opponent the second time. three times.
I don’t know whether it was because he was more proud than the washbasin, or because he was unlucky, but the witch cultivator actually dispatched a fourth-level guardian who had not lived for a few years to deal with them.
What a great battle, I look up to them.
"Don't follow me, hide quickly! Don't let them discover your existence!"
Zhang Wenfeng urgently sent a message to the two scared little guys, and then sent a message to the mountain badger flying down the mountain to assign tasks and let it guard the mortals here. He was worried that if the mountain badger followed, it would not be enough for the other party to slap him, even if it was tempered So what if you become stronger through practice?
They are two big realms apart, so they can be beaten to death no matter how hard they fight.
He and Tu Kun can compete a little bit, especially Tu Kun, who was once a fifth-level demon. He has several methods that can threaten the fourth-level witch cultivator. He is not a vegetarian. He really fights for his life. I want to poke a few bloody holes in that shameless old guy.
He flew north with Tu Kun, quickly deducing the upcoming battle in his mind.
There is no helplessness or blame.
The disaster that is coming cannot be avoided or avoided.
Only face it!
The two landed on a hill seven or eight miles away, and were surrounded on three sides by the flying witch cultivator guardian, an old man holding a bone staff, and a middle-aged man wearing a red robe.
The old guard was guarding the northeast. His hair was as white as snow, his face was covered with wrinkles, and there was an unconcealed sense of death on his body. This was the appearance of someone who was about to end his life. A pair of old eyes looked up and down at Tu Kun and Zhang Wenfeng. He nodded slightly and smiled:
"This deal is not a loss. A third-level earth spirit and a free boy are worthy of me."
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