The Monk

Chapter 537 Ferry

The man in Tsing Yi saw the spirit grass flying high into the sky, and quickly caught up with him. Just as his figure moved, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Ai was flying backwards, and he hesitated for a moment. Was he chasing the man or the medicine? It was just a matter of a thought. The man in Tsing Yi made a quick decision and chased high into the sky. Because the time is so short, it seems to outsiders that there is no pause, which shows how fast this guy is. Fortunately, he was fast enough, otherwise he would not have been able to catch the spell explosion.

Zhang Afraid was so powerful that the herb flew thousands of meters in the blink of an eye. The man in Tsing Yi was fast and arrived first. He also caught up with the herb in the blink of an eye and grabbed it with joy. Suddenly he felt alert, something was wrong. What followed him on alert was the explosion of talismans. Two talismans exploded in his palm, and with a bang, his hand was gone. Of course, the Ten Thousand Years Spirit Grass is gone too.

Thanks to his high level of cultivation and quick reaction, his air shield protected him in time, otherwise he would have lost more than just one hand.

The man in Tsing Yi was furious. He had finally been tricked by this kid. He screamed wildly and chased Zhang Ai like lightning. This time, he had murderous intentions. Anyway, the spiritual herb is in the storage bag, kill people first and then look for the medicine.

Zhang was afraid that he had already mastered it, so he took out the hard iron knife, held it with both hands, and used the force of the knife on his head and feet to drive his body downwards, and fell straight down at a very fast speed.

From the time the herb is thrown to the time the spell explodes, it only takes about one breath. But Zhang Ai is also a mid-level Nascent Soul master after all. He has extraordinary strength and is focused on falling at extremely fast speeds. When the man in Tsing Yi caught up with him, he was only one thousand meters away from the ground.

The man in green was furious. He picked up a big blade with one hand and slashed it hard. He didn't believe that there was anything in the world that could block the power of his sword. The fact is that there is indeed such a thing. Zhang was afraid of seeing him chasing him. He looked at its direction and found that it was right behind him, so he put the hard iron knife on his back. He saw a flash of white light in the air and a huge impact that was not weaker than the explosion of a spell. With a sound, the two knives intersected, and sparks of electric light exploded.

The force of this sword strike was no different from that of a lightning strike, causing him to hit the ground at a faster speed. It wasn't that he wanted to hit him, but the man in Tsing Yi was too strong. With a swish, a distance of more than a thousand meters passed by, and he was knocked directly into the soil with a knife.

Fortunately, Zhang Wen had been hunted for a long time and had experienced life and death tests many times. He practiced his escape skills whenever possible, and subconsciously activated his skills at critical moments. Then I saw such a scene. A shadow with black front and gray at the back fell rapidly in the sky, followed by a green shadow. Then there was a flash of white light, and the gray shadow in front fell faster, threatening everyone with the speed of thunder, fire and lightning. The force hit the ground, and then disappeared, disappearing without any movement at all, as if the rumbling gray shadow was just an illusion.

After falling into the ground, he quickly ran for his life. Since the fight with the man in Tsing Yi, he had been hit three times in a row. He was not injured, but he endured them all. Especially the last time, the man in Tsing Yi exploded with all his strength. If the hard iron knife was not strong enough, how would he have saved his life? It's hard to say.

He ran with all his strength, trying to escape, sinking and turning, running wildly underground for a long time and finally stopped. After taking the elixir, he had time to check the injuries. After checking, he yelled angrily: "It's all internal injuries! Another injury. For a year, the unlucky old boy made me mad. "At this time, I miss Bing Jing even more. Bing Jing, why are you always hurt?" In fact, he also understood that it was not that Bing Jing was fragile and injured, but that he was in trouble because of too much trouble.

He simply ran for thirty-six weeks to control his injuries and continued to escape until he thought it was safe.

In fact, he should not only miss the ice crystal, but also miss Lin Sen. Ever since he learned the earth magic, he had a unique life-saving spell, so he was able to survive many desperate situations.

After running wildly for a day and a night, he didn't know where he was going. He didn't believe that the man in Tsing Yi could catch him. Even if he could catch him, he wouldn't be able to catch him right away. Those masters can dig a pit of ten meters, or even a hundred meters, and they can do it, but what if they are asked to dig thousands of meters, ten thousand meters, and one hundred thousand meters? The earth is thick and steady, possessing supreme power. Not to mention the power of a small monk, what if it is thunder and fire? Is the earth's fire and lava powerful enough? Is the power of thunder and lightning strong enough? If the tsunami storm is not powerful enough, no matter how hard they try, it will just scratch the itch of the earth.

Zhang was afraid that he would stay here for a full year and leave after recovering from his internal injuries.

He traveled westward using the Earth Movement Technique and began to float up after a day, slowly crawling out of the ground. As luck would have it, it was dark when we came out, and the location was a crop field, with a village two miles to the east. It was dark in the village at this moment, and the villagers were sleeping.

Looking around, I couldn't figure out where this place was. Recently, I rarely use my spiritual consciousness to scan the situation. I mostly use my ears and eyes to see and listen, which is safer.

If you use your spiritual consciousness to scan others, those with slightly stronger spiritual consciousness will be able to detect that you are checking them. Especially with this type of spell, it is like a gong. Your consciousness sweeps over and strikes the gong. If you know it, the people around the gong will also know it, and trouble will come.

For the sake of safety, he now keeps his breath and pretends to be an ordinary person. He uses the breath masking technique he secretly learned from the Fushen Snake. He doesn't expect to hide it from the whole world. He just thinks that there is nothing wrong with keeping a low profile.

To the east was the village, and he headed west. I was thinking about Bing Jing in my heart, not knowing whether the injury was healed or whether Cai Xiaoxiao was still guarding Yong'an Lake.

Walking until dawn, a large river appeared in front of us, more than eighty meters wide, with several fishing boats parked on both sides. After taking a closer look, there is no bridge. Looking across the river, we can see a loess road pointing directly to the west. I don’t understand. The river is not in a hurry, so why don’t we build a bridge?

As we got closer, there was a hut on the shore. There was a wooden sign hanging outside with the word Pingdu written on it. It turned out to be a ferry.

As he walked towards this, a man stood up in the hut and said, "Sit down for a while." There was a bench outside the hut, and Zhang Wen sat down as he was told. The man asked: "Where did this come from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Zhang Awei pointed towards the direction and said vaguely: "That side." The man seemed not to understand and seemed to be looking for information, so he continued to ask: "Qian Village?" Zhang Awei said: "Ah? No." The man's face softened slightly. Coming down: "I'm not from Qiancun. No wonder I haven't seen him before. Are you entering the city?"

The man at the ferry was very enthusiastic. Zhang was worried that he might not get used to it, so he changed the subject and asked, "When will the boat sail?"

The man said: "Wait a while, you are the only one who is not worthy, let's chat for a while." This guy is a master of loneliness. Zhang Weijing looked a little bitter. There were thousands of ways to cross the river, but he chose the most troublesome one. He cursed himself for looking for trouble, scratched his head and said, "What are you talking about?"

"Everything is possible. Where is my home? I remember that further east of Qian Village, it seems to be, it seems to be, what is it? It's right on the edge of my mouth. Look at my brain. What's the name?" The man thought about the name of the place. Bian looked at Zhang Awei with hopeful eyes, hoping that he would tell the answer, but Zhang Awei was like a piece of wood, just looking at him without speaking.