Chapter 47 Shurazi Borrowing the Sword

Volume 1 Chapter 47: Borrowing a Sword

Qin ordered the original way to return to the main sacrifice mountain.

This time it was much faster than when he went, but when he approached the main sacrifice mountain, he encountered a strange thing.

It was getting dark, Qin Ming took a bath under a waterfall in a valley, caught a trout, and was about to make a fire to roast the fish, when a man suddenly broke into the valley.

He was staggering, his clothes were tattered, and his body was in black shackles, like a prisoner.

He was wobbly, weak and tired.

Qin Ming frowned slightly, got up slowly, and placed his right hand on the flying knife around his waist, alerting him.

The man was disheveled and covered in dirt, and he didn't seem to expect anyone in the valley.

He stood for a moment at the entrance to the valley, backing slowly.

But at this time, there were shouts and shouts from the old forest outside the valley, as if a group of people were rushing here.

The man's hair was messy, almost sticking to his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but Qin Ming could feel his inner struggle. The voices got closer and closer, and the man gritted his teeth and turned to run away.

Qin Ming suddenly pointed to the valley: "Hide there!"

The man looked inside, then looked at Qin Ming, and without saying a word, staggered to hide in the innermost valley, where there was a thick piece of vine grass, and there was a hidden corner behind the vine grass.

Qin Ming, as if nothing happened, sat on the stone and roasted his spirit trout.

After a while, a group of men in black suits rushed into the valley. Their breath was very strong, like a sharp sword unsheathed, and they seemed to be able to feel the sharpness coming from a long distance.

At a glance, they saw Qin Ming who was grilling fish by the lake. They frowned and didn't break in rashly.

Qin Ming's heart tightened, and he forced himself to look up at them calmly. This group of people wore the same clothes, with the same machete, and they all wore white jade masks with two slits on the masks, which looked very strange.

"Someone came here just now?" One person asked Qin Ming, his voice low and heavy, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Qin Ming coldly.

Qin Ming looked at him, looked around, and continued to flip the trout in his hand: "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there anyone else here?" The man in black said slightly colder.

"If you want to eat fish, I can give you a reward. If you want to make trouble, I'll play with you." Qin Ming was very calm, and forced himself to force a town. If he was restrained, he would make a profit. The lake looks small, but there is a channel under the bottom of the lake, which extends into the great river rushing outside. He has already figured out the surrounding terrain, otherwise he would not dare to eat and rest here presumptuously.

"Hehe, arrogant boy." A group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, but there were some concerns in their hearts. This is in the depths of Yunluo Forest. There are dangers everywhere, and it is very difficult for a person to survive, but this young man is not only neatly dressed and neat, but he seems to have just taken a bath and grilled fish leisurely. Either it is really fearless, or there are other partners who have not returned for the time being. In the forest, there are often some powerful people who bring their disciples to practice cultivation.

They have a mission, don't want to cause trouble, and they all retreat after standing for a while.

Qin Ming continued to grill the fish, leisurely, and the man hiding in the valley was not in a hurry to come out, until it was getting dark and the group of people who left did not come back, Qin Ming was relieved, and the man walked out slowly.

"Come on? It's just right." Qin Ming separated the browned trout, placed half on the leaves beside him, and ate the other half by himself.

The man stood for a long time, until Qin Ming had almost eaten, he slowly leaned over, glanced at Qin Ming again, and swallowed, maybe he was really hungry, and he finished eating soon.

Qin Ming handed him his piece as well.

He was not polite, took it over and devoured it.

Qin Ming didn't ask anything. It was a simple effort to save him, but it didn't mean that they had to be mixed in. Seeing that the costumes of those people seemed to be from a special force, they couldn't be mixed in.

In the middle of the night, the man did not leave, curled up behind the vine grass. He was as thin as a firewood, his clothes were tattered like cloth, and heavy shackles hung on his wrists, ankles and waist, with shocking blood marks. His hair was disheveled, his face was covered in blood, and he couldn't see his true appearance.

In the darkness, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the weeds in front of him without focus.

Qin Ming didn't drive him away, he sat cross-legged near the waterfall, absorbed the life energy between heaven and earth, and adjusted his spirit and state.

There was nothing wrong all night, no one disturbed anyone, and the group of people never came back.

The next morning, Qin Ming came to Qingteng and frowned at the sleeping person inside.

He looks like a teenager, not too old, but he is covered in injuries, as if he has endured a lot of torture.

Qin Ming took out two spirit grasses and a clean suit from his bag and put them beside him.

The boy woke up from his dream, but he didn't panic or panic.

"I don't mean anything, I gave it to you." Qin Ming pointed to the spirit grass and clothes on the ground, took two steps back, and walked out of the valley.

The young man stared blankly at the spiritual grass clothes under his feet, his expression a little dazed.

Qin Ming left the valley, sneaked in the wet and dense forest, and continued on his way. His strength is very weak, and he may fall into a state of death if he is not careful, so he will try his best to avoid the dangers that can be avoided, and try not to provoke spirit demons.

But at noon, Qin Ming stopped by the stream and looked back at the forest. A figure stumbled after him, the boy from last night.

Qin Ming exhaled and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, there is only so much I can help you, I only have the Spirit Martial Realm, and I have a lot of troubles. It's not a good thing for you to follow me."

The young man stood in the dark shadow of the tree, lowered his head without saying a word, his hair was disheveled, his breath was cold, and he felt very strange.

"Farewell, goodbye." Qin Ming was about to turn around when he suddenly remembered something. He untied the ancient sword of Dayan and walked towards the boy: "I'll try to open your shackles."

The boy raised his hands, and the shackles looked heavy, causing his hands to tremble slightly.

Qin Ming tried a few times with the sword to find a good position. The ancient sword was cut diagonally, the sound of clang was clanging, and the sparks splashed around.

Qin Ming is incredible, what material are these shackles made of? The Dayan Ancient Sword slashed iron like mud, it was very sharp, and its own strength was also great, how could it not cut through it.

The boy's empty eyes swayed slightly, and he fixedly stared at the tiny mark.

"I'll try again." Qin Ming pulled him to the side and put the shackles on the moss-covered stone. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, the Dayan ancient sword was raised high, the body of the sword vibrated lightly, the sword energy was lingering, and a heavy sword force filled silently.

"Chong!"

Qin Ming slashed down with a sword, and a deafening roar echoed in Lao Lin, leaving another imprint, but apart from a slight tremor, the shackles showed no sign of breaking.

"I will try again!"

Qin Ming slashed five swords in a row, and although he still didn't slash, he probably determined the hardness of the shackles, and he knew it. He moved his shoulders a little, no longer had any scruples, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the mountain and river epee was slashing in the air.

A full blow, no reservations.

Clang! Sparks fly!

There was still only a shallow trace on the shackles, the same as before.

so hard! Just lock up a child, so what?

This is a chain, it can be used as a defensive weapon.

Qin Ming touched the shackles. It seemed that there was nothing special about it, but he couldn't split it. He tried the mountain and river epee three times again, but he didn't succeed. Instead, his hands were tingling and tingling.

The boy lowered his head, his empty eyes fixed on the marks on the shackles.

"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged, this person is weird, this shackle is weird, and this thing is weird. Forget it, just do your best, you are too weak to do anything.

"..." The boy opened his mouth, his voice muffled.

"what?"

"Sword." The young man raised his eyes and stared at the Dayan ancient sword that Qin Ming was putting away through his messy hair.

"My sword?"

"Sword... lend me..." The boy raised his thin right hand.

"This can't be done." Qin Ming refused. The Dayan Ancient Sword was his most precious sword, and it was also a gift from the old man. How could he lend it to a stranger.

The young man grabbed Qin Ming's arm. His hands were dry and yellowish, but his strength was very strong. Behind his messy hair, his eyes swayed slightly: "Lend me...for a while..."