I made myths

Chapter 112

Wen Qian, who was alone, sat on the ground, leaning back slightly against the tree trunk, with a tired expression on his face, like a worker who went to work at seven in the morning and rolled inward until one or two in the morning before falling asleep in sleepiness. .

Even though he was exhausted, he still had to work hard at the risk of sudden death for the survival of the whole family.

"Even if you don't die now, the fatigue of staying for a long time is still increasing every day. You have to get out of the illusion as soon as possible."

Wen Qian regretted not letting Jiang Yan take Chuan'er away, so that he could do things freely, and would not be timid in order to keep his character.

Now he has long been unable to distinguish the difference between reality and illusion. Maybe the illusion is too real, or he still has unrealistic expectations.

In short, after thinking about it, I didn't think of any good way, so I had to close my eyes and rest.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance of flowers hits the face, very familiar, making people faintly drowsy, isn't it the fragrance of bitter grass?
This scent of flowers awakened Wen Qian, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, but kept his original posture and thought in his heart; "How can there be bitter grass in such a remote place?"

Just when he was curious, strange breaths appeared in his perception range.

They are far away, but they can transmit the fragrance of flowers, and even make him, a prefecture-level monk, feel sleepy for a while. It must be the bitterness-free grass with a huge quantity and excellent quality.

Wen Qian was overjoyed!

"I knew for a long time that someone would secretly raise bitter grass, but I didn't expect it to be so easy for me to run into the den? Well, fortunately, Jiang Yan didn't take Chuan'er away."

Without the slightest bit of shame, Wen Qian continued to pretend to be unconscious, waiting quietly for the other party to come to him.

But what he didn't expect was that the other party was very cautious and kept blowing pollen in the distance for several 10 minutes. Chuan'er was dazed and did not move on the way back.

After another period of time, after it was confirmed that Wen Qian was unconscious.Only then did they dare to step forward cautiously one by one.

Everyone was tightly wrapped, with no skin exposed.

Their leader was holding a huge bittern grass, like a big peony flower, with purple pollen visible to the naked eye constantly floating out.

Wen Qian had already stopped his breathing and lay down quietly.

A young man stepped forward to check at the leader's signal, and first poked it with a branch, Wen Qian fell down and lay on the ground.

The little boy was relieved now, and stretched out his fingers to detect Wen Qian's breathing, but there was no wind.

"Boss, dead."

"You're fucking dead! If you can't speak, shut up!"

"Oh."

The little boy walked to the back in aggrieved manner, and he could understand which was more serious if he answered the scolding or did not answer, but he was still aggrieved.

"Looking at this attire, he is at least a spiritual-level cultivator. It was not in vain that we were so cautious, and finally he was knocked down. Hurry up and search for his belongings, otherwise today's Wukuhua fertilizer will not be found. "

"Isn't it? Only one of these tens of thousands of plants can be found. The bitterness-free flower that can make the strong at the ground level faint and hallucinate is not comparable to the bitterness-free grass. It is really overkill to deal with this kid. "

The people behind responded one after another, praising the power of Wukuhua and ridiculing Wen Qian for his bad luck.

A skinny man volunteered and said, "Boss, let me come. You can rest assured of my ability."

He looks like a thin gray mouse, but he wants to show his abilities. Their boss didn't refuse, nodded and said:

"Following us with your legs and feet is really a waste of talent, but no matter how talented you are, if you can reach the earth level, you can steal the capital of fire."

"Boss is joking, I can steal now, but only to the very edge, and only once."

Who in the world doesn't know that the City of Fire is the place where Emperor Sui lived, the most prosperous and rich place in the world, and naturally the place with the strictest rules.

Those who can serve as guardians there are all strong men above the spirit level.

If you sit anywhere in the Fire City for a day, you can see dozens of different prefecture-level powerhouses passing by.

Not to mention breaking through the earth level, even if breaking through the sky level, he would not dare to use his stealing methods there, it would be too dangerous, and if he was not careful, he would go to see the patriarch.

As for why he is so clear, because his patriarch was indeed so bold that he dared to go to the capital of fire to steal something that broke through the realm.

When walking on the road, because of itchy hands, I thought about stealing a purse to warm up.
The thin short man had already come to Wen Qian while he was speaking, and he was about to reach out to reach his neck.

Seeing that tightly wrapped hand was about to touch Wen Qian's collar, he finally moved!
The right hand suddenly hit the man's neck with enough force to stun him.

At the same time, he stood up in an instant, his body flew up, and in an instant he appeared in front of the thief who was closest to him, and he was stunned by another hand knife.

Such a smooth crushing situation continued until the eighth person, and their leader finally came back to his senses, roared, let out a bear-like cry, and at the same time produced a sound wave visible to the naked eye from his mouth, shaking Wen Qian away.

"Prefectural level? What is wrong with having this strength, or is it that being a thief, a bandit, or a horse bandit can also honor your ancestors and make your ancestors' graves smoke?"

Wen Qian couldn't help complaining that he met all kinds of villains along the way, including even tribal-based bandits.

It can only be said that in this wild and unrestrained era, people's behavior and handling of things are really strange, and the benefits of getting something for nothing have deeply lured the greed in people's hearts.

However, this is the first time I have seen this prefectural-level thief, and it is a bit novel. After all, the prefecture-level can be said to be the backbone of the tribe.

The usual tribal fights, resource management, guard work, and teaching children are all managed by prefectural-level people.

Tianji is more like a nuclear weapon. What is needed is not its functioning, but deterrence.

If a tribe has a heavenly rank, those who don't have a heavenly rank will not have the idea of ​​​​confronting it.

Those heavenly ranks usually practice in closed doors, and few of them will participate in the management of the tribe.

That's why Wen Qian was surprised that this guy with a prefecture-level cultivation had become a thief. If he didn't have some brain problems, then he had no choice.

But this had little to do with Wen Qian, he was shocked by the man's roar, he stepped back and shot out a thunderbolt.

The blue thunder light was swift and fierce, not afraid of the influence of the sound waves, and without giving the enemy a chance to react, it shot straight into his mouth.

The roar instantly turned into a scream. You must know that the mouth is one of the places with the most nerves. This thunder not only scorched the flesh and blood in his mouth, but also destroyed his throat and the vocal cords deep in his throat.

This pain is hard to suppress, but unfortunately, the vocal cords have been destroyed, and there is no way to scream, so they can only hammer the ground frantically to suppress the pain.

The strength of the prefecture-level cultivator itself is equally astonishing, but he can open mountains and crack rocks. After a few punches, it is like an earthquake.

Wen Qian didn't panic at all, and released another wind wall to block all the broken stones.

But this was not the enemy's attack, I saw that it followed closely behind, using the attack of gravel to cover up its own actions.

He didn't flinch at all, just followed behind the gravel, a khaki light appeared on his fist, adding the thickness of the rock.

As soon as this punch came out, even the wind wall released by Wen Qian couldn't resist it, it was shallower than white paper, it was easily torn apart by the fist, and hit Wen Qian in the face.

(End of this chapter)