Qin Ming returned to the main sacrifice mountain cluster on the same road.

This time it was much faster than when he went there, but when he approached the main sacrificial mountain cluster, he encountered a strange thing.

It was almost dark. Qin Ming took a shower under a waterfall in a valley, caught a trout, and was about to make a fire to grill fish, but he suddenly broke into the valley.

His steps were staggering, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered with black shackles, like a prisoner.

He staggered, weak and exhausted.

Qin Ming frowned slightly, slowly got up, put his right hand on the flying knife around his waist, alerting him.

The man was disheveled and covered in dirt. He didn't seem to have anyone in the valley.

He stood at the entrance of the valley for a while and slowly retreated.

But at this time, there were shouts coming from the old forest outside the valley, as if a group of people were rushing towards here.

The man's hair was scattered and almost stuck to his face. His expression was not visible, but Qin Ming could feel his inner struggle. The voice behind him was getting closer and closer. The man gritted his teeth and turned around and was about to escape.

Qin Ming suddenly pointed to the valley: "Hide there!"

The man looked inside, then looked at Qin Ming, without saying a word, staggeringly hiding into the innermost part of the valley, where there was a thick piece of vine grass, and there was a hidden corner behind the vine grass.

Qin Ming seemed to have nothing happened, sitting on the stone and grilling his spiritual trout.

After a while, a group of men in black uniforms rushed into the valley. Their aura was very strong, like a sharp sword that was unsheathed. From a distance, it seemed that they could feel the sharpness coming to their faces.

At first glance, Qin Ming, who was grilling fish by the lake, frowned and did not break in rashly.

Qin Ming's heart tightened and he forced his eyes to look up at them calmly. The group of people were wearing the same clothes, with the same scimitar, and they were wearing white jade masks. There were two thin slits on the mask, which looked very strange.

"Someone has come just now?" One person asked Qin Ming, his voice was low and heavy, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Qin Ming coldly.

Qin Ming looked at him, then around him, and continued to flip the spirit trout in his hand: "Are you talking to me?"

"There are others here?" The man in black said a little cold.

"If you want to eat fish, I can enjoy it. If you want to make trouble, I will play with you." Qin Ming was very calm and forced to show off. If you keep it, you will make a profit. If you can't help, you will turn your head and go to the lake next to you. The lake looks very small, but there is a passage under the bottom of the lake, extending to the rushing river outside. He had already figured out the surrounding terrain, otherwise he would not dare to eat here and rest here without hesitation.

"Haha, arrogant boy." A group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, and they felt a little worried. This is deep in the Yunluo Forest, where there is danger everywhere, and it is difficult for a person to survive. The boy is not only dressed neatly and neatly, but also seems to have just taken a shower and grilled fish leisurely. Either he is really confident, or he has other partners who have not come back for the time being. There are often some powerful figures in the forest to practice with their disciples.

They have a task and don’t want to cause trouble. They stand for a while and then retreat.

Qin Ming continued to grill the fish, leisurely and leisurely. The man hiding in the valley was not in a hurry to come out. Until the sky gradually darkened and the group of people who left did not come back, Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief and the man walked out slowly.

"Come on some? It's just right." Qin Ming separated the burnt spirit trout, put half on the leaves beside him, and half on the ones.

The man stood for a while until Qin Ming had almost finished eating, then he slowly leaned over, looked at Qin Ming again, swallowing in big mouthfuls, maybe he was really hungry and finished eating soon.

Qin Ming handed him his piece too.

He was not polite, and took it and ate it voraciously.

Qin Ming didn't ask anything. It was a slight effort to save him, but it didn't mean he had to get involved. It seemed that the costumes of those people were from a special force, and they couldn't get involved.

Late at night, the man did not leave, curled up behind the vine grass. His bones were as thin as cloth strips, and heavy shackles hung on his wrists, ankles and waist, making shocking blood marks. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and he could not see his true appearance.

In the darkness, his eyes were empty and he looked at the weeds in front of him without any focus. His body was thin and thin. He didn't know if it was cold or painful, and he trembled from time to time.

Qin Ming did not drive him away, and sat cross-legged in a place close to the waterfall, swallowing the energy of life between heaven and earth, adjusting his energy and state.

There was nothing wrong all night, no one disturbed anyone, and the group of people never came back.

The next morning, Qin Ming came to the green vine and frowned at the sleeping person inside.

He looked like a teenager, not old, but he was covered in injuries, as if he had suffered a lot of torture.

Qin Ming took out two spiritual herbs and a clean dress from the bag and placed it next to him.

The boy woke up from his dream, but he was not panic or disorderly.

"I have no malice, I'll give it to you." Qin Ming pointed to the spiritual herbs and clothes on the ground, took two steps back, and walked out of the valley.

The boy stared at the Lingcao clothes under his feet, with a slightly dazed expression.

Qin Ming left the valley, sneaked in the wet and dense forest, and continued to rush. His strength was very weak, and he might fall into the realm of death if he was not careful, so he tried to avoid dangers that could be avoided, and even tried not to provoke spiritual demons. It is important to go back to the main sacrificial mountain cluster first, which is relatively safer there.

But at noon, Qin Ming stopped by a stream and looked back at the forest. A figure was stumbled and followed last night. It was the boy from last night.

Qin Ming exhaled and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, there are only so many people I can help you. I only have the Lingwu Realm and there are a lot of troubles. It's not a good thing for you to follow me."

The boy stood in the dim shadow of the tree, lowering his head without saying a word, disheveling his hair, his breath was very cold, giving people a strange feeling.

"Goodbye, goodbye to see you if you are destined to be goodbye." Qin Ming was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something. He untied the ancient sword of Dayan and walked towards the young man: "I'll try to open your shackles."

The boy raised his hands, and the shackles looked heavy, making his hands tremble slightly.

Qin Ming held the sword and tried it a few times, and found a good position. The ancient sword cut in a diagonal manner, and the sound of sparks flew everywhere, but the shackles were not cut open, leaving only a subtle mark.

Qin Ming was incredible. What material is this shackle? The Dayan ancient sword cuts iron like mud, very sharp and has a great force. Why can't I cut it open?

The boy's empty eyes swayed slightly, and he looked at the subtle mark in a steady manner.

"I'll try again." Qin Ming pulled him to the side and placed the shackles on the stone covered with moss. He raised his breath deeply and closed his eyes. The Dayan ancient sword was raised high, the sword body was lightly vibrated, the sword energy was sharp, and a heavy sword force filled with silent sound.

"Clang!!"

Qin Ming slashed down with a sword, and the sound of shaking echoed Lao Lin, leaving another mark, but the shackles were shaking slightly, and there was no sign of breaking.

"I'll try again!"

Qin Ming slashed five swords in a row, but although he still didn't split them, he probably determined the hardness of the shackles and knew it. He moved his shoulders a little, no longer had any scruples, his eyes slightly condensed, and the heavy swords in the mountains and rivers slashed in the air.

One full blow, no reservation.

Clang! Mars are splashing everywhere!

There were only a shallow traces left on the shackles, no different from before.

So hard! Just locking a child, is it?

This is not a chain, it can be used as a defensive weapon.

Qin Ming touched the shackles, and there seemed to be nothing special, but he couldn't cut it open. He tried the Shanhe Heavy Sword three times again, but none of them succeeded. Instead, he shocked his hands sore and tingled.

The boy lowered his head, his empty eyes fixedly looking at the marks on the shackles.

"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged. This person was weird, the shackles were weird, and this matter was weird. Forget it, just do your best. He was too weak and could not do anything.

"..." The boy opened his mouth, his voice vague.

"What?"

"Sword." The young man raised his eyes, his eyes shining through his scattered hair, staring at the Dayan ancient sword that Qin Ming was putting away.

"My sword?"

"Sword... lend me..." The boy raised his thin right hand.

"This is not possible." Qin Ming refused. The Dayan ancient sword was his most precious sword and a gift from the old man. How could he lend it to strangers?

The boy grabbed Qin Ming's arm, his hands were dry and yellow, but his strength was very strong. Behind his scattered hair, the eyes swayed slightly: "Let me... for a while..."
Chapter completed!