Zhang Wenfeng, whose spiritual aura and trees merged into one, indifferently "watched" the group of people flying into the air and heading east. He was indifferent, stretching his branches and leaves to welcome the sun and dew, taking root in the earth and keeping company with the breeze and the bright moon.
No thought, no memory, no awareness of the passage of time.
The escaped little beasts and demons reappeared in the green forest, and the mountains returned to their former liveliness.
The weak prey on the strong, the fights continue, and unknown things happen every day.
On a full moon night, there will be many green phantoms climbing up from the bottom of the canyon and river, making strange sounds like laughing and crying, and forming a circle to perform mysterious worship in a dark place where the moonlight cannot shine.
The forest on the mountain and below was completely silent, not even the insects dared to chirp.
Zhang Wenfeng watched everything that happened in the entire Ghost Shadow Mountain. His existence did not affect the lives of all wild animals, monsters, and ghosts. Even if a bird stood on his shoulder, he would not be able to notice that he was a living person.
As winter passes and spring comes, old leaves fall and new leaves sprout.
On an evening when the sun was setting in the west, Zhang Wenfeng slowly stood up and walked out from among the dense branches and leaves.
The green skin slowly faded as he walked, and a green flame ignited silently. In a moment, the filth all over his body was burned away. The beard on his lower jaw was bushy, and his long hair was disheveled. Compared with before, the whole person looked a little thicker. Rough and rough.
He took out a bamboo hat from the storage space and put it on, walked through the deep canyon out of thin air, arrived at the opposite side, and walked along the Taotao River towards the east.
He couldn't remember how many days had passed, but he vaguely remembered two full moons.
This practice experience is very different from the one at the top of Caomuling Mountain.
After several years of tempering, his state of mind has become solid and stable. He will not be unknowingly affected by trees like last time. He can remain indifferent and awake, enjoying the natural wind, rain, sunshine and breeze, all the time. Subtle growth.
After leaving seclusion, although his whole body was filled with wooden energy and he remained indifferent, there were no distracting thoughts in his mind.
After such a long time, the monks who were chased and intercepted by the Witch Clan should have gone back?
It is impossible for those people to wander in the wilderness and woods every day without doing anything, and the fortune teller does not have the energy to make calculations every day and spend such a long time. It is relatively safer for him to return now.
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Pick the vital wood energy from the trees along the way to replenish the energy of the ancient coins.
He did not continue to practice because his cultivation had reached the critical point of balancing his state of mind, which was only a little short of the late stage of the state of freedom. Every time he learned a lesson, he gained wisdom, and he would not fall in the same pit twice.
Walking through the mountains and forests, I stared blankly at the wild animals and little monsters I encountered, neither escaping nor launching a sneak attack.
In their eyes, they only saw a human-shaped tree running quickly in the dark forest. By the time they figured out that it was actually a human, the human had long since disappeared.
Zhang Wenfeng followed the winding river and walked a hundred miles away, arriving at the main line of Luobao Ridge. It was already dark.
Turning to the northeast, we are only about three hundred miles away from Da'an territory.
As he was walking, he saw a strange figure covered in black robes and cloak coming out of a tree hole. Zhang Wenfeng did not see the anger on the other person and immediately realized that it was a puppet of a witch cultivator.
There are also low-level witch cultivators ambushing me nearby, so I am really patient.
He made a leap with his feet, "pop", and slapped the puppet who wanted to send a signal until it fell to the ground. He carried it and floated away to the east. He was thinking in his mind that the witch cultivator guarding here should be of the second level. Lord, there can’t be too many third-level people... There are always unscrupulous people who won’t give in.
The crescent moon rises, making the wilderness forest become more and more quiet.
Hearing fireworks exploding in the sky more than ten miles away, he had already considered clearly that the fortune telling masters and many masters of the Witch Clan wanted to come, which was much farther than when he returned to Da'an territory, so he bumped into the Witch Cultivator to see if he was Level 2 and level 3, just kill them, no big deal.
He was at home in the forest, his body covered with light green air, walking silently.
Suddenly, a threatening roar was heard from very far away, followed by roars echoing in the other two directions, one after another, coming in this direction, as if they were emboldening each other. Zhang Wenfeng threw the puppet away, and "pop", the puppet fell apart. .
He selected a big tree thirty feet away, flew into the branches and leaves, and completely concealed his figure.
In this case, he made a ready-made trap to kill the guy who was chasing after him.
After a while, five figures drove three puppets to this place vigilantly. When they saw the remains of the puppets that were shattered on the ground, after a short inspection, one of them quickly typed out three summonses to inform the three masters that it was an unfamiliar third-order The monk kills the puppet. As for whether the target has appeared, it will be confirmed by the three of them.
A young shaman cultivator in white robes arrived first. Just as he knelt down to check, a sudden change occurred.
There was a flash of golden light in the air, hitting the back of the white-robed witch cultivator's neck.
"How brave! It's really you!"
The white-robed witch cultivator stood up from the ground, his sword shining brightly under the moonlight.
"Clang", the sneak attack flying sword splashed out a spark, flew backwards and turned around, the speed was unparalleled, "chichi" twice, cut the necks of the two monks on the ground who could not react quickly, and hit the other three monks who were hurriedly waving their swords. Kill.
At the same time, a ray of sword light was like a flying rainbow, breaking through the branches and leaves, passing through a distance of thirty feet like an immortal pointing the way, and striking at the chest of the white-robed witch cultivator.
The white-robed witch cultivator had certainly heard about how powerful his opponent was, and even though he didn't believe it in his heart, when they met on a narrow road, he was actually frightened and terrified when faced with this ordinary stab.
It was such a simple and flawless flat stab that it seemed that he had no choice but to block it.
Moreover, the opponent was hiding so close, and he didn't find any clues when he just scanned it with his spiritual consciousness.
The narrow knife in his hand was slashed forward from behind. The blade was shining brightly, and countless knife shadows appeared. He had already held a talisman in his left hand, and a layer of phantom armor appeared on his body.
Go all out and fight to the death.
He actually doesn't like fighting in close quarters, and there is no way out at this time.
The sword light moved forward, and when it was about to collide with the sword shadow, its speed suddenly accelerated, and the angle changed subtly.
"Tsk", the sword light miraculously grazed the blade of the sword and went straight into the palace, stabbing the chest of the phantom armor with lightning speed.
Calculate with your mind but not with care, you can see the difference with one sword.
"Brother Wu, we are here, hold on!"
The man in gray clothes flew from the south and shouted. He saw the white-robed witch cultivator being stabbed by the guy wearing a bamboo hat. His body was so bright that he stepped back from the stabbing. He hurriedly kneaded the secrets with his left hand, brewing a powerful witchcraft, and held a hand in his right hand. With a flick of his sword, he attacked the daring guy from the side and behind.
Zhang Wenfeng stabbed the white-robed witch cultivator with his sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed forward with subtle and continuous small movements.
This is the swordsmanship experience he gained from practicing swordsmanship in the water.
It seems to be just one sword, but the power of the sword can be superimposed, setting off wave after wave, forcing the opponent to attack continuously, making it impossible for the opponent to escape, and destroying the opponent's strong defense with continuous attacks.
He reached out with his left hand, grasped another magical sword he took out from the storage space, and waved it around to resist the sword energy attack of the man in gray.
The white-robed witch cultivator was under great pressure, with sweat rolling down his forehead. He tried his best to improve the defense of the phantom armor, but he still had no time to hit out the talisman he held in his left hand.
"Bang", the force at the tip of the sword was superimposed, finally breaking through the ultimate limit of the phantom armor, and the sword energy penetrated the chest of the white-robed witch cultivator.
The powerful force surged, destroying the vitality in the body of the white-robed witch cultivator. A golden light that harvested several lives shot from the ground into the back of the witch cultivator who had no resistance. It turned invisible and attacked wantonly, killing the white-robed witch cultivator's body. A scream stuck in his mouth.
Zhang Wenfeng stepped on his feet and made two turns in the air, avoiding a fierce blast of fire and air.
He appeared ten feet away to the left of the man in gray. He waved his swords and used two types of swordsmanship. His figure turned into an afterimage in the night and rushed towards the retreating man.
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