Defying the Martial Way to Burn the Heavens

Just as Zuo Feng was about to leave the cave entrance, he couldn't help but look back at the hidden cave again.

Everything about me seems to have started here. If it weren't for the stone roller here, and if it weren't for the beast soul, I'd probably be the same as the lonely grave outside Zuojia Village. Even if you live proudly in this world, you will probably spend the rest of your life drifting with the tide.

I just have some doubts in my heart. The beast soul must be stored in the stone roller, but why can it leave on its own? He happened to appear when he was about to be attacked by a surprise attack, and he happened to be absorbed by himself and survived. Without these coincidences, everything might not be what it is today.

Thinking of this, Zuo Feng's eyes suddenly stopped on the stone chips. After hesitating for a while, Zuo Feng stepped forward and collected the stone chips on the ground into the crystals, and then stood up and left the cave.

Zuo Feng couldn't tell the origin of these stone fragments, and he didn't know whether they would be valuable for reuse after taking them away, but Zuo Feng still collected them cautiously.

Arriving at the entrance of the cave, Zuo Feng reached out and grabbed the rattan rope he had woven and prepared to climb down, but what happened next caught Zuo Feng a little off guard.

"Boom"

"Depend on"

"Plop"

After a crisp sound, the rattan rope broke, followed by the angry voice of a young man, and then the sound of heavy objects entering the water.

When Zuo Feng staggered out of the pool, he coughed violently, and countless water droplets spurted out from his mouth and nose. After taking a few breaths, I crawled out of the water with difficulty. However, after taking a few steps, I became unsteady and fell down. Although I didn't faint, I was no longer able to get up.

Just now Zuo Feng was about to climb down the rattan rope from the entrance of the cave, but he forgot for a moment that the rattan rope was only woven to bear his weight of less than a hundred kilograms. But the thing he is carrying on his arm now weighs six to seven hundred kilograms. How can this crudely made rattan rope bear such a weight.

So as soon as Zuo Feng clung to the rattan rope, the rope immediately broke. Zuo Feng also immediately thought of the damn "prison lock" on his arm, and couldn't help but swore angrily in his heart, but he fell into the pool below. Thanks to the fact that the pool was relatively deep, Zuo Feng didn't He was thrown to death on the spot.

But not being thrown to death does not mean that there is no danger. Zuo Feng couldn't float with the heavy "prison lock" on his arm. I had no choice but to walk forward with it at the bottom of the pool. Thanks to Zuo Feng's tempered and transformed physique, even so, he still choked on some water when he was about to walk out of the pool.

The result is the scene seen above. When Zuo Feng releases water, he is like an old man suffering from asthma, coughing continuously and squirting out the water in his chest and abdomen. At this time, he was lying on his back on the ground, his chest rising and falling violently, and he thought of a question depressingly.

'If he can't get rid of this "prison lock", then he will become a landlubber in the future. ’

Thinking like this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but curse the old man named "Ning Xiao" in his heart. Now that everything else has been explained clearly, why don't you tell yourself how to remove this "prison lock"?

Panting continuously, Zuo Feng rested on the ground for half an hour before slowly getting up from the ground. Looking at the small pit on his side due to the "prison lock", he couldn't help but reveal a self-deprecating wry smile.

Standing up with difficulty, Zuo Feng took small steps towards the woods. After he walked through, he left a pair of clear footprints on the ground, and the footprints on the left were obviously a little deeper than those on the right.

Zuo Feng dragged his heavy steps to the place where the items were hidden before, and then threw the three large packages into the Najing.

Zuo Feng originally thought these three large packages were too heavy, but now those packages were nothing to him.

Zuo Feng shook his head in annoyance, and could only grit his teeth and endure the terrible weight and continue moving forward. The destination was of course Yancheng, which he had not seen for a long time.

…

Under the scorching sun, a thin figure walked through the forest with difficulty, occasionally stopping to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He leaned against a big tree and panted slightly, looking at his wrapped left arm intentionally or unintentionally.

This young man is none other than Zuo Feng, who has been rushing to Yancheng all the way. As we hurried to noon, Zuo Feng felt that it was too much, so he found a shady place to sit down and rest.

A gust of breeze blew by, making Zuo Feng feel a sense of comfort after a long absence, as if he had returned to the decadent period of that year. A wry smile couldn't help appearing on his face. After half a night last night and a whole morning of driving, he helplessly realized that he had not yet completed half of the journey.

Sitting on the ground, Zuo Feng couldn't help but take off the clothes wrapped around his left arm. This was something he would do almost every time he stopped. He wanted to try to remove this abominable "prison lock" again, and tried almost every method he could think of.

At first he hit it with rocks, then chopped with a short blade, and used all his strength to twist it. He pressed and touched every position of the "prison lock", but still couldn't open it. He found that the "prison lock" was even much tougher than the stone roller.

Now he finally understood why this thing was called a "prison lock". It turned out that the "prison" really meant to imprison the wearer. He also couldn't help but secretly scold the old man named Ning Xiao for being a pervert. He unexpectedly came up with such a strange thing for his apprentice. How could this help his cultivation? This was just a joke.

But even Zuo Feng didn't notice it since he wore this "prison lock". Although it was extremely inconvenient at the beginning, as he went on the road, he became more and more accustomed to the terrible weight, and the speed of the road also increased little by little.

In fact, Zuo Feng's body has already gone through the initial thunder training, and later the beast soul energy transformation. His body has already been greatly different from ordinary people. If it is an ordinary warrior, even if a warrior is in the tempering stage and wears a "prison lock", his body will probably be slowly worn out by training.

But Ning Xiao's original intention was to prepare it for warriors in the god-refining stage, so it would naturally be uncomfortable for Zuo Feng. But even Ning Xiao himself didn't expect that the thing he made could be worn by a warrior who had just entered the bone refining stage. This was also the limit that Zuo Feng could wear at this time.

If he even adds another "prison lock", even if he wants to move, even if he stands normally, his body will definitely be damaged.

After Zuo Feng fiddled with it for a while, he stopped studying and leaned against a big tree, closing his eyes and thinking randomly.

‘Right now, he already has a nanocrystal. If he goes to the bandit’s lair now, he might even be able to empty it out. ’ But when I thought about it again, I felt that my idea was a bit too whimsical.

Because although the space in the nanocrystal is huge, the space that can be used by him is only more than one foot wide in the front, back, left, and right. Even if you want to pack more stuff, you can't break through the invisible barrier. With such a little space, Zuo Feng believed that it was the bandit's three stone rooms, and he couldn't even take away all the things in one of them.

What's more, this place is too far away from the bandit's lair. In his current situation, if he goes to collect his things and then returns to Yancheng, ten or eight days will be wasted.

Zuo Feng suppressed the idea that had just emerged, although he also wanted to take away everything in the three secret rooms underground. But he still understands that greed can't blind his mind. Now he has to move back on everything and returning to Yancheng is the top priority at the moment.

After resting for a while, Zuo Feng looked up at the sky, then took out the dry food from his arms and ate it quickly. These dry food were all dug out of the ruins when he left Zuojia Village. Even the clothes he was wearing didn't know who the original owner was, but now it would be a good thing as long as he had clothes to cover his body.

After eating the dry food, Zuo Feng rested for a while, then got up again with difficulty and continued on his way.

It wasn't until the next day that Zuo Feng's thin figure finally appeared outside the east gate of Yancheng when the sky was dim. At this moment, there are many people queuing up outside the city gate, all dressed as businessmen. Occasionally, there is a person who looks like a warrior standing among them.

At this moment, although Zuo Feng still had some difficulty walking, there was nothing unnatural about his appearance. And now that Zuo Feng has passed by, there will no longer be the same line of terrifying footprints left on the ground as before. These are the tips he slowly figured out over the past two nights and one day.

Before the sun showed up, the huge city gate slowly opened amidst bursts of harsh sounds. Two groups of soldiers with bright armor were arranged very neatly, trotting out from the city gate, and then stood on both sides. Then a soldier moved a table out of the city gate and placed it at the city gate.

Everyone was familiar with each other, Zuo Feng stood in the team and walked slowly towards the city gate. Those who approached the table handed over their coins, then received an identity card and walked joyfully into the city.

Zuo Feng moved forward slowly among the crowd while paying attention to the soldiers around him. He discovered that the "Crooked Mouth" from the last time a group of them entered the city was not among them, and he didn't know if he had been transferred out of here, or if he was just not on duty today.

Just as Zuo Feng was wondering, the sound of neat horse hooves sounded behind him. The cavalry marched at an extremely fast speed, and in just a few breaths they were already in front of the city gate. The soldiers guarding the city just glanced at it from a distance, and immediately drove away the people in front of the city gate in shock, shouting at the same time.

"It's Dongjun's men and horses, get out of the way quickly, or you will be trampled to death and no one will care."

Zuo Feng frowned slightly and stared at this group of soldiers. All of them were wearing silver armor and were uniformly covered with light green cloaks behind them. From a distance, it looks amazing and beautiful.

Zuo Feng couldn't help but follow the crowd back, while looking at the group of people coming quickly. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a tall rider. This man's attire was similar to the others, but he had a silver mask on his face.

The moment he saw this tall figure, Zuo Feng had a feeling of familiarity, but for a moment he couldn't remember seeing him there before.