In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng and He Huan walked in the Zangke Mountains for three days.
Ye Feng originally thought that three days would be enough for him and He Huan to enter the depths of the mountains, but the further he walked into the mountains, the more he discovered that the Zangke Mountains were huge. Not to mention just three days, even half a month, could
Can't really go inside.
In the past three days, the weights carried by Ye Feng and the two of them have been changed several times. But even so, the weight of the items they carry is still rising sharply.
At this moment, Ye Feng was carrying three eagle claw beast furs and four jungle lizard horns on his back. These items alone weighed more than eighty kilograms, and this did not include the weight around his waist.
Hidden within the entangled swag are more than forty crystal nuclei of various magical beasts below level three.
Compared with Ye Feng's burden, He Huan's burden was even greater.
He Huan followed Ye Feng slowly. Every time he took a step forward, he would leave footprints two inches deep, so that there were two lines of clear marks on the road behind them.
In the afternoon, the bright sunlight was cut into pieces by the shade of the trees, and scattered scatteredly on the thick fallen leaves.
Realizing that afternoon had passed again, Ye Feng couldn't help but shook his head.
Originally, he thought that after entering the Zangke Mountains, it would be easy to find the sapphire snow lotus, but now he knows that three months is really short. If he wants to find the sapphire snow lotus in such a short period of time, it is not only necessary to find the sapphire snow lotus.
It requires luck and opportunity.
Not far away from He Huan, Ye Feng saw a mark carved on a tree trunk with keen eyesight.
It was a cross foil mark, and the surface of the cross foil was carefully carved into a vine-like pattern.
Seeing that the mark was artificially carved, Ye Feng felt a little happy.
He knew that this mark should be the symbol of a certain sect. The presence of this symbol here was enough to prove that people from this sect were not far from here.
Ye Feng alertly released his hearing, constantly listening to the sounds around him.
Suddenly, he stopped walking quickly and turned his gaze to a dense jungle not far away.
"Who is it, come out!" Ye Feng shouted in a deep voice.
After his words fell, He Huan was stunned for a moment, then he opened his arms and swooped towards the Tibetan forest like a big bird.
In the woods, there was a sound of gold and iron.
Then a cry of surprise came from the forest.
Hearing the shouting, Ye Feng's lips turned up, revealing a hint of a smile. He already guessed in his heart that He Huan had defeated the man hiding in the forest.
Ye Feng calmly entered the depths of the dense forest and saw He Huan stepping on the chest of a swordsman with his long sword pointed directly at the opponent's throat.
"Where did he come from?" Ye Feng asked.
He Huan shook his head and said: "I didn't say. But I believe he will tell us soon."
As he said that, He Huan pierced the shoulder of the man on the ground with the long sword in his hand. The long sword drilled hard into the other man's shoulder, directly smashing his shoulder blade into pieces.
On the ground, the man who still maintained a cold expression frowned and let out a low groan.
Seeing that the man was still stubbornly refusing to speak, a cold light flashed in He Huan's eyes.
In terms of ruthlessness, there are few people in this world who can compare with He Huan. No one can stand up to anyone he wants to interrogate.
He Huan pulled out the long sword that had penetrated the opponent's shoulder blade and curled his lips coldly.
Suddenly, the long sword in his hand pulled out a shining sword flower in the void, and then quickly stabbed the man's legs and arms four times.
"Now, I'll give you a cup of tea to think about. If you feel that keeping a secret is more important than life, I have nothing to say. If you feel that life is not as important as that worthless secret, I will immediately block your bleeding veins.
." He Huan said coldly.
After saying that, he ignored the man who had lost any ability to resist and sat down on a tree stump in the forest.
On one side of the forest, Ye Feng looked at He Huan with a cold expression and shook his head helplessly.
His eyes wandered through the trees, and when he focused his gaze, he saw a cross foil tied between two vines.
The long sword was tightly tied to the tree vines, tightly stretched into a bow shape. Seeing the half-laid trap, Ye Feng already understood that the man who had been lurking in the trees just now was probably making a trap, and the trap wanted to hunt someone.
The targets are him and He Huan.
Ye Feng came near the vines and reached out to take down the extremely rare cross foil sword.
Holding the long sword in his hand, he immediately opened his pupil of energy. As the scene in his sight turned into black and white, he was surprised to find that the fog on the surface of the cross foil sword was not as dim as an ordinary long sword.
There is no light, and it is not like a sword of rank, exuding a light mist, but condensed with a layer of black mist.
The concentration of the mist was not very high. If it were not black, it would be difficult to detect with the naked eye. But even so, the black mist still surprised Ye Feng. He was surprised to find that there were more than a dozen tiny skeletons in the black mist.
First, if it weren't for the help of the Eye of Qi, he would never have noticed the strangeness of this sword.
"Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect?" Seeing the skull in the mist on the surface of the cross foil sword, a message suddenly flashed in Ye Feng's mind.
He remembered that when he was in the Lishui Sword Sect, he had read an introduction to the sword cultivation sects of the Yin Shang Kingdom. Among hundreds of different sects, there was a sect called the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect, which left a lot of impression on him.
Deep impression.
The Ghost Skull Sword Sect is a second-rate sect in the Yin Shang Kingdom. In terms of the size of the sect, it is countless times smaller than the Li Shui Sword Sect. Since this sect practices the Thousand Skulls and Heart-Eating Sect, the disciples of this sect
The weapons used all have the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, as well as a ghastly evil aura when the sword moves are released.
Obviously, the howling sounds and evil spirits were caused by the black mist on the surface of the cross foil sword.
Ye Feng never expected that the first person he saw after entering the Zangke Mountains would be a disciple of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect, who was praised as evil by the four major sword sects.
From the grade of this cross foil sword, it can be seen that the status of this disciple of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect is not high. It is precisely because this person is not an elite of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect that He Huan can succeed so easily.
Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, half a cup of tea passed quietly.
Feeling that with the loss of blood in his body, his body was getting colder, the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciple's heart felt cold.
Dying slowly was more torturous than being stabbed to death with a sword. The more he thought about it, the more frightened the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect felt, and in the end their spirits almost collapsed.
"I don't want to die, I say, I say!" The disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect were wailing hysterically.
His howl made He Huan laugh contemptuously.
After arriving at the disciple of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect, he quickly tapped the disciple of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect with his hand several times to stop the bleeding.
"Tell me, what sect are you from? Why did you come to the Zangke Mountains? Why did you kill us when you didn't know our identities?" Ye Feng asked as he walked beside He Huan.
Facing Ye Feng's questions, the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciples who had long been frightened did not dare to hide anything anymore.
He truthfully told Ye Feng that he was a disciple of Mr. Dry Bones of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect. On this trip, Mr. Dry Bones took them into the Zangke Mountains for training.
However, the experience of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect is killing. In other words, the disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect headed by Mr. Dry Bones entered the Zangke Mountains just to kill the sword cultivators.
The explanation from the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple made Ye Feng understand the reason why the other party asked him to kill him.
Thinking of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect sending more than thirty disciples into the Zangke Mountains this time, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
A fifth-level swordsman and more than thirty disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect. Such a huge team is hiding in the Zangke Mountains. This is definitely not a good thing for the swordsmen who enter the mountains to practice.
"So far, how many people have you killed and how much property have you robbed?" Ye Feng asked in a deep voice.
Feeling the unique pressure of a swordsman emanating from Ye Feng, the expressions of the disciples of the Withered Bone Sword Sect suddenly changed, and a trace of fear could not help but arise in their hearts.
A strong swordsman under the age of twenty is definitely something that scares everyone.
This Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciple knew very well that this time he really kicked the iron plate.
"We...we..." The Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple's eyes flickered.
He was about to tell a lie when suddenly, an even stronger compressive force acted on his body, directly bursting his newly blocked blood vessels.
"Ah!" The Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect disciple howled. He did not dare to lie anymore and told the truth everything he knew.
It has been nearly three months since Mr. Dry Bones and the disciples of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect entered the Zangke Mountains.
During this period of time, they killed more than fifty sword cultivators in total, and the property they plundered was worth nearly one hundred thousand taels of gold.
The explanation from the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple made Ye Feng's heart tremble slightly.
Ye Feng never expected that in just three months, the disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect would have amassed such a huge amount of wealth.
But it's no wonder that the sword cultivators who can enter the Zangke Mountain Range are all relatively powerful people. These people will gain more or less in the mountain range, and together they add up to such a huge number.
"How do you communicate with each other?" Ye Feng asked coldly.
Hearing that Ye Feng asked about the secret of the Ghost Skeleton Sword Sect, the disciple's expression changed.
He originally wanted to hide it, but when he saw Ye Feng's cold eyes, he wisely chose to tell the truth.
He told Ye Feng that the way the disciples of the Withered Bone Sword Sect communicate with each other lies in the maps engraved on the tree trunks.
The different patterns on the blade of the cross foil sword have different meanings.
Not long ago, the cross flower pattern that Ye Feng saw clearly told the other disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect that two fat sheep were passing by in this forest.
"Have I become a fat sheep?" Ye Feng couldn't help but sneered after hearing the explanation from the Ghost Skull Sword Sect disciple.
Disciples of the Ghost Skull Sword Sect can rob others, so naturally others can rob them.
After learning all the truth about the matter, Ye Feng had already made up his mind to commit an earth-shattering robbery.
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