Chapter 75 Parting at the Foot of the Mountain (Please Recommend for Collection)

His eyes turned sharp, and the blood in Zong Shou's body gradually gathered and swelled. Just as he was about to draw his sword, he saw Gong Xinran's figure suddenly blocking him. Soul power surged, one hand stretched forward, and at the same time a cold snort: "Back off!"

The five fingers of the jade hand suddenly opened. A small khaki-colored psionic array also suddenly appeared out of thin air. A strong repulsive force immediately pushed the winged mouse back forcibly, and flew back backwards.

The next moment, he was killed cleanly with a single sword strike by a martial artist who struck in time.

"It's dangerous! I was so focused on talking that I almost forgot that this is Blood Valley."

Looking at the winged mouse, it was chopped into pieces. Gong Xinran patted his chest with lingering fear, and then looked at Gao Yi worriedly: "Brother Yi, are you a little tired? If not, then go back first, or take a short rest. Although my ancestor There are some relics around, but there is no need to take your life."

Gao Yi in front gave a wry smile, turned his head with apologetic eyes and said: "It's okay, it's just a moment of negligence. Some third-level beasts can still handle it. The winged mouse just now is too cunning. It's a bit careless—— "

Zong Shou's gaze turned slightly cold, and he looked up and down at Gao Yi with a gloomy expression, with a slight hint of hostility in his eyes.

What happened just now was really just negligence? The experience of being a peak martial artist in his previous life made him not give up his control of the surrounding situation even when he was speaking. The timing of that winged mouse rushing over was too coincidental. It wasn't that the few secret martial artists nearby couldn't stop them either.

Half a day ago, I already felt that Gao Yi and the others were looking at him in the wrong way. At that time, I thought it was an illusion, and I was just keeping up with the journey. However, Qiantian Mountain and Longling City are too far apart, and there is no conflict of interest between them. Therefore, he always thought that it was his own illusion.

Until now, it was not really certain. This Gao Yi is indeed murderous towards him! I just don't know the reason for this...

There is no grievance between the two of them, and it doesn't make sense to say that they are jealous because of Gong Xin. His senior sister obviously only treats him as a younger brother. With this person's life experience and character, it doesn't make sense to care about a recognized waste material like him who has accomplished nothing.

Could it be for Gong Xinran's ancestor's relic? It's just that Gao Yi, since he is the young master of the Gao family in Longling City, what rare treasures can't be obtained in the family? For a day-traveling spirit master, no matter how precious the relics around him are, they are still three thousand years old. Is it necessary to seal his mouth before those relics are obtained?

The doubts in my heart grew stronger, and I couldn't figure out why. Zong Shou didn't dare to be careless any more. If there is one, there may not be another. After contemplating for a while, he took out some medicinal juice and applied it on himself calmly.

Afterwards, he took out a few silver needles that were as thin as hairs and painted with runes, and quietly pierced them behind his ears and on the side of his eyebrows.

Immediately, only hearing and eyesight increased sharply again. In the previous field of vision, he could only see about five hundred feet in front of him clearly. At this moment, within a thousand feet, everything is indistinguishable.

The volume heard in the ears also increased by nearly ten times, just like the situation when he just opened up the soul sea that day. Every move of all the spirit beasts nearby, even the wind and grass, can be heard in their ears.

This is to control the surrounding movement, not to be plotted against. But as Zongshou, he just blocked some useless voices. I heard the few people in front, and several strands of discussion voices as thin as gossamer.

"It's a pity...young master, this person...don't ruin a big deal!"

"Bastard!... Don't make up your own mind! This person's identity... died in our hands, it's not appropriate... it can't be separated..."

"...The little girl likes it, forget it! Don't worry... Qian Tianshan's son... a dying person, a useless person, so what if you know?"

"But that thing...is very important...fewer people know..."

"This matter is simple...let's talk about it when we go out...someone has already been outside to meet us...even that person has come..."

The sound is all fuzzy and inaudible. Even with the recognition of lip language, it is incomplete. Only the fierce light flashed in the eyes of those secret martial artists from time to time made Zong Shou's heart sink slightly again.

When they wanted to listen carefully again, those few people had already stopped talking. And Gao Yi's face was still full of gentle smiles, nothing abnormal could be seen.

There was a strong murderous intent in his chest, and it took a long time before he suppressed it.

Su Chuxue, on the other hand, had a beast-like intuition, and subconsciously leaned against Zong Shou, pressing the sword with one hand as well, with an even more vigilant expression.

The spirit beasts on the Demon Corpse Mountain are even rarer, but their strength is even stronger, and they are all close to the peak level of the third order. Even that cold underworld tiger was quite difficult to deal with. If it is delayed for too long, it will attract herds of beasts and it will be even more difficult to escape.

Fortunately, it was not the beast tide period, so the group was cautious. I tried my best to go to remote places and detour up the mountain. I was very lucky, and only met four or five in total. He is also powerful and tyrannical, and has never encountered any danger.

After walking about two thousand feet, a group of people wandered around in search of this mountainside.

Zong Shou was worried about Gong Xinran, and wanted to play dumb, but pretended he didn't find out. It is best to drag it until night, when the beasts on the mountain are rampant, it is best to let these people temporarily give up going down the mountain.

When they saw Gao Yi and the others, they all showed impatience. Even Gong Xinran gradually frowned and hesitated to speak. Zong Shou knew that he couldn't drag on any longer.

With a secret sigh, Zong Shou looked around, and after a while, his face flickered with joy, and he strode aside.

Not far away, at the foot of a boulder, there was a clump of reddish-brown spirit grass. About half the height of a person, the leaves are green.

The spirit grass in the corpse mountain is slightly poisonous. Zong Shou walked up, took out a leather glove, and carefully pulled out a plant. First, a trace of true energy was poured in, and then a drop of blood dripped on it.

When this drop of blood was absorbed, immediately a trace of red veins appeared on the leaves. After a little identification, he knew that this herb was exactly the same as the Vein Spirit Grass in his memory.

There are hundreds of grasses here, Zong Shou identified them one by one, and picked out about 50 plants. This amount is enough for him to refine medicine, more than enough. What is amazing is that the ends of the vein spirit grass are each dozens of grains in size, like ears of wheat.

Vein spirit grass only bears fruit once in a hundred years, and the clump of vein spirit grass in his hand is obviously more than three hundred years old, so it has grown extremely vigorously.

"Sure enough, it is something that no one pays attention to. If it is changed to ten thousand years later, even if there is only ten years of pulse spirit grass, it will be rare."

This kind of spiritual grass has very few uses, but it can't stand up to picking. Ten thousand years later, wild pulse spirit grass is extremely rare.

And if these things in his hands are placed in later generations, at least he can gather tens of millions of net worth.

Satisfied, Zong Shou put one of them into the pouch around his waist. Then I saw Gong Xinran, who had come to his side at some time, and looked over with a bright smile: "This vein of spirit grass has been picked, junior brother, you should be satisfied?"

Then Xiu flipped his hand, handed out six talismans and said, "This is the spiritual talisman that my senior sister asked for from the teacher before. Each one can be used for two hours, and it can hide traces. Junior brother has you as a maid With help, we should be able to return unharmed."

Zong Shou shook his head, and cast a sidelong glance at Gao Yi. Although those previous thoughts were just guesses, they were even suspected of judging the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. After all, although Gao Yi had hidden murderous intentions towards him, he took good care of Gong Xinran from the beginning to the end. It's just that in the bottom of my heart, I still feel a little worried.

After pondering for a while, Zong Shou tried again with a smile: "How about junior brother go up with you? Or I can let Xue'er go up with you. Anyway, with this spiritual talisman, I can go out by myself—"

"Little Lord!"

Before she finished speaking, Chuxue raised her eyebrows and let out an anxious cry. Gong Xinran even pointed at him and tapped him on the head: "Nonsense! No matter how good this spiritual talisman is, it is also afraid of accidents. How can I rest assured that no one will follow?"

Zong Shou secretly smiled wryly, knowing that his proposal would definitely not work. Even if he clearly stated that he was already in the realm of a martial artist, and that he was psychic in the way of swordsmanship, it would not help.

Not only can't Gong Xinran and Chuxue pass the test, but Gao Yi's expression is becoming more and more cold at this moment, showing a dangerous luster.

Without much hesitation, Zong Shou retreated to the next best thing, and instead took out a stack of talismans snatched from Qi Xiao, regardless of whether they were useful or not, he took them all out, and stuffed them all into Gong Xinran's hands: "Then senior sister Just bring these talismans, it’s useless to me anyway. The mountain is dangerous, maybe senior sister can use it—”

Gong Xinran hesitated at first, but when he saw the seriousness in the eyes of the young man in front of him. Thinking of the other party's identity as the son of Qian Tianshan, most likely there is no shortage of talismans. Then he smiled again, and put the talisman in his hand into his bosom.