The night is dark and the wind is high.

A disciple of the Holy Fire Peak walked down the mountain with a nervous look, with unstoppable fear and panic on his face, and widened his eyes and looked at the surrounding mountains and forests in the night.

The mountains and forests were pitch black, like ferocious beasts that opened their mouths and devoured everything.

Every time the wind blows the leaves, the sound made by the Holy Fire Peak disciples will suddenly shrink and sweat flow.

The reason why he showed his appearance as if he was facing a great enemy was very simple.

He is already the 582nd scout.

The previous five hundred and eighty-one scouts said they were investigating the situation, but without exception, they went down the mountain silently without even making any noise.

What's going on!

At this time, the disciples of the entire Holy Fire Peak gathered together, trembling at the main peak, and did not dare to take a step at all. They could only send a scout every ten minutes, hoping to find out what was going on.

The originally relaxed atmosphere disappeared.

What happened this is really weird! Even if the other four peaks join forces to ambush, there should be some movement!

This kind of scene of going one by one has almost collapsed the disciples of the Holy Fire Peak. There are even rumors that this is a cannibalistic forest, and some people say that the forest is haunted. Some people suggest that everyone set out in groups, but soon a smart and wise disciple refutes that if it is really a dead end, and they will attack rashly before they are discovered, wouldn't they go to send it off? You know, 581 disciples have disappeared, including the Saint Senior Sister and the Second Senior Brother and the Third Senior Brother. This can make them disappear silently. This is definitely not something that a certain peak can do.

Therefore, even if they are unwilling to do so, the disciples of the Holy Fire Peak can only go out one by one to find out the situation.

This is no longer a suspense event.

This is a supernatural event!

The 582nd scout looked around carefully, observing the environment at all times, but his heart gradually filled with fear.

A gloomy breath seemed to be right in front of me.

"No, there will be no problem. It must be because of the senior sister and the others who discovered some treasure so they didn't go back..." The scout walked forward carefully, holding a few tubes in his hand tremblingly.

Those pipes are called the Sky-Blasting Cannon, which are things that convey information between the disciples of the sect. They are similar to the fireworks in the mortal world. Once the situation is confirmed, as long as the appropriate Sky-Blasting Cannon is activated, specific fireworks will soar into the sky.

Fireworks of specific colors and shapes can convey various information to the surroundings, and can be clearly visible even if they are hundreds of miles apart at night.

This kind of thing is very convenient to use. Even if it is suddenly ambushed, it can be fully inspired before death.

However, the scout became more and more panicked, because the five hundred and eighty-one scouts had the tube before, and none of them were inspiring.

"What did they go through? What exactly is there in the forest? Is it really haunted?" The scout began to think randomly, but the next moment, the scout's face changed, and he stopped instantly, held his breath, and stared at the front with wide eyes.

There, there was a flash of fire.

This scene was a bit strange, and a fire suddenly appeared in the quiet and dark forest.

The scout who was thinking about it was a little scared in his heart, but then he was stunned again, wrinkled his nose, and then the fear on his face disappeared, and he just looked ahead in confusion.

What floats in the air is the fragrance of barbecue?

It seems that cumin is sprinkled?

"It smells so good." The scout with the number 582 couldn't help swallowing, but then he reacted and asked in confusion: "Who is the guy here to barbecue?"

"Is it the senior brothers and sisters?"

"It's very likely!" Wuba Er's face suddenly turned happy, "There was no residual fighting here, which means that the senior sisters and brothers were not in danger."

"They even have the mood to barbecue here! I understand, no wonder they didn't send any signal at all. They must have wanted to give everyone a prank! We were frightened, but they were eating barbecue here!"

Wuba Er was immediately convinced and even thought of this possibility, he was quite excited.

Or should we join the senior sister and the others, and we will eat barbecue together so that the junior brothers and sisters on the mountain will continue to tremble?

This kind of bad taste seems to be very satisfying. No wonder the senior brothers and sisters went down the mountain one by one, but no one came back and did not send any signal.

"Saint Sister, you are so bad." Wubaer smiled and walked forward with big strides.

A happy smile appeared on his face.

But when he walked to the fire, Wuba Er paused slightly and his face changed slightly.

Something is wrong!

It's really quiet here.

Why is there only one person barbecue in front of the fire?

The twisting fire light shone the figure of the man, with a mysterious aura... Unfortunately, the bald head was too reflective, and the mysterious aura disappeared immediately, and instead seemed a bit mediocre.

Wubaer stared at the bald head blankly, exclaiming: "So bright!"

Wubaer then realized that the firelight he saw before was not the faint firelight here, but the reflection of the bald head... Only this dazzling reflection can attract himself from such a distance. This thing is like a searchlight and has a light-catching effect.

The next moment, Wuba Er came to his senses instantly.

This person suddenly appeared here and was barbecued by himself, which must be strange!

"Maybe the disappearance of senior sister and senior brother is related to him!" Wubaer thought of this, and held the Sky-Booming Cannons with a nervous expression, ready to call people at any time.

But the next moment, the tension on Wubaer's face turned into relaxation, and his tight body relaxed.

Because the figure turned around.

That was... an ordinary bald monk with a mere cultivation level. Judging from his clothes, he seemed to be an ordinary disciple of Shangshui Holy Peak.

The bald man still had a kind smile on his face, and looked harmless. He even greeted him happily: "Come on. Come on, sit there."

Very kind.

582: "???"

Wubaer looked at Zhang Feng with a complicated expression for a long time, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth, put away the sky-bombing cannon, and walked to the bald man carelessly.

"Are you dare to appear on the territory of my Holy Fire Peak in just the Qi Refining Period?" Wu82 sneered out his cultivation level in the late stage of foundation building and sneered, "You are too brave to go to the Shui Holy Peak. Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Do you know that I kill you like an ant!"

Wuba Er's body of fire-attributed spiritual power penetrated his body and surrounded his whole body. Under this power, Wuba Er felt invincible and smiled proudly at the bald head, "But before I kill you, I want to ask you a question, have you ever seen me..."

"Oh, I've seen it." Before Wuba Er finished speaking, Zhang Feng nodded, "Aren't you waiting for you?"

"Ah?" Wubaer didn't react a little and was stunned.

But then, an inconspicuous sword flashed away in the corner, as if it had not moved at all, but there was a wisp of blood coming out of thin air at the tip of the sword.

A faint light faintly passed in the darkness.

"What do you mean to wait for me?" Wubaer scratched his head, and suddenly his face was stunned, as if he felt something, and looked down at his Dantian.

A flesh and blood penetrates the wound.

Wuba Er's pupils shrank suddenly, the contemptuous smile on his face instantly frozen, his eyes were extremely frightened, and he seemed to have understood something before he died.

Looking up at Zhang Feng, Wubaer opened his mouth weakly and wanted to say something, but before he could say it, his whole body had fallen to the ground stiffly, and then it turned into illusion.

After eating the last skewer of barbecue, Zhang Feng stood up happily, walked to the place where he died of Wu-82 and picked up a few scattered treasures.

"Strange, four of the eight heavenly treasures are all spiritual herbs of thousands of years?" Zhang Feng looked at the four or five thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in his hand, and muttered in confusion.

But Zhang Feng was too lazy to think about it, mainly because he had no idea at all. He casually drew another path on the trunk next to him and said casually: "The fifth hundred and eighty-second one."

The fire flashed, and the trunks were densely filled with marks made by Zhang Feng.

It's a sin.

Zhang Feng happily took the newly obtained treasures and walked to the fire and swallowed them directly. He was so skillful.

He closed his eyes cross-legged. The next moment, Zhang Feng's spiritual power shook slightly, and a crisp sound of shattering came from the depths of Zhang Feng's body.

"Breakthrough again!"

Zhang Feng opened his eyes, his face full of surprise.

He never expected that he was risking his life as a scout, but he still had such an opportunity.

From morning to evening, Holy Fire Peak persisted in sending 582 scouts!

Then Zhang Feng cleaned up one by one... It was incredible. Zhang Feng originally thought that the scouts coming down from behind would definitely be cautious and would report the news as soon as they saw him.

But I never expected that these disciples of the Holy Fire Peak would not look at them with a direct look.

There were even a few who didn't notice them at all. If Zhang Feng hadn't taken the initiative to say hello, they wouldn't have seen Zhang Feng at all.

Of course, whenever the disciples of the Holy Fire Peak who saw Zhang Feng, they would put away the Sky Cannon directly and showed contemptuous sneer...

Zhang Feng was very angry.

Who do you all look down on?

Am I just a little ordinary? Am I just practicing qi just by cultivating my skills? Am I just holding a big bald head?

Zhang Feng almost couldn't help but tell them directly that those people had been killed by themselves before... But for the sake of the more than 2,000 treasures they sent to him, Zhang Feng chose to forgive them.

After all, the best is like water, and there is no dispute with the world.

Others misunderstood me, and I endure it and avoid it... But Zhang Feng still killed everyone without leaving any other. After all, the grass is cut and the roots are not eradicated, and the spring breeze is blowing again.

Of course, dying here will not really die, it just withdraws from the Xuanhuang Scroll of Heaven and Earth, so Zhang Feng killed without any psychological burden...

Besides, if you don’t kill them all, where will the next one come from?
To be continued...