As we walked, a wooden sign on the tree caught Yan Moying's eyes, and the wooden sign contained the seven words "The sound of the jade flute calls back to the shadow".

Yan Moying immediately took out the little jade flute given to him by the old man he met in the dead wood forest and started to blow it. For a moment, the beautiful flute sound resounded through the clear sky, and a few birds lined up and hovered in front of Yan Moying. Yan Moying stopped to look at them, and saw that they rotated a few more times and began to lead the way for him. The birds led Yan Moying to the back of a big tree in front and dispersed one after another.

"Senior, where are you?" Yan Moying couldn't see any figures around the tree. He didn't know what to do next, so he had to try to call on the old man he met in the dead wood forest.

Just as he was calling, a vine jumped out quickly and instantly wrapped around Yan Moying. It wrapped tightly, throwing him into the air and immediately pulled him back. Then, the other vine was not willing to be lonely, and extended from different directions, and also wrapped around Yan Moying. Immediately, the third and fourth lines also stretched out, entangling him.

From time to time, some metal debris fell on the nearby trees and sprinkled onto the ground, but they could not fall on the vines.

Yan Moying blamed himself for being careless and struggling. He just felt that the surroundings were so peaceful and careless, and he did not expect that there might still be danger in this situation. Now that he is wrapped tightly by those vines, how should he get out? The more Yan Moying struggles, the tighter the vines seem to be wrapped. According to this trend, if he continues to struggle, it is difficult to protect himself from being strangled to death by those vines.

He now only had his left hand to huo        dong, so he took Hunyuan bǐ      shou from his body and cut it towards the rattan. To his surprise, the place he cut on the rattan did not even show any scratches. Instead, the one inch of the cut point was the center line, all turned into the same metal material as Hunyuan bǐ     shou. He struggled to pull out the sword on his body, and when the sword blade touched the rattan, the one inch of the rattan also turned into the same material as the sword blade. He was glad that he used bǐ    shou or sword without being excited just now, otherwise many parts of the rattan would become bǐ      shou or sword material, and the consequences were unimaginable.

Yan Moying looked up the tree and found the source of the metal debris floating on the ground. It turned out that there were a few pieces of unknown metals rubbing against each other on the tree. The metal blocks looked quite soft, and it seemed that they could wipe off the debris with a slight rub. Seeing this, he immediately thought of ways to sprinkle the debris on the vines that were wrapped around him, but no matter how they moved, he was still not close enough to the place where the debris fell. He picked up the sword, stretched out to pick it up with the front end of the sword, and when sweat oozed from his forehead.

When he was beaded, some debris were finally received on the sword. He sprinkled the debris on one of the rattans to test. Sure enough, within an inch of the range, it turned into a softer metal material. As soon as he tried, the rattan broke from there. Yan Moying saw that this could break the rattan, so he sprinkled the metal debris on the several rattans that were entangled with him without hesitation. He heard a few "clicks" and "bangs", and all the rattans were broken, and Yan Moying fell from the sky.

In order to prevent himself from falling to the ground, Yan Moying flipped a somersault. But after finishing the somersault, he did not fall to the ground for a long time.
Chapter completed!