Hou Zi was in darkness, and there were big fish swimming around him. He could feel the small space, but here, he was safe.
As soon as the battle began, he felt something unusual, from the special care of the killer whale to the slight abnormalities of the two companions; therefore, even if he did not know where the danger came from, it did not mean that he was unprepared.
Just as Bai Qingqian thought, how could a person like him leave his life here for a few resources? It's not worth it.
His back-up plan is very simple, it is the Chiju family.
Just like what Senior Brother Duanmu said before leaving, don't place your hopes on others' help in critical moments. If you don't open your mouth, how will others know what you need? It's not a fantasy novel. There will always be good people to save me?
Therefore, as soon as the battle began, he opened his mouth and sent his spiritual consciousness to ask Chiguo to wait underwater. This was also one of the reasons why he had to circle with three killer whales at the beginning of the battle.
The red turtle didn't answer, but he knew it heard it.
The space he is currently in is right in the mouth of the red turtle. It is a bit crowded with the little red turtles. These little guys are no longer small in his eyes now. They are two times bigger than him and they are restless.
Very soon, he estimated that within a year, their mother would no longer be able to carry them in her mouth and travel far away.
His physical condition was very bad, not ordinary bad. There were originally two injuries, but now there were three. Especially the leech sting at the end made him unforgettable.
But he had no choice. He couldn't kill the Taoist without caring about the leeches. He had two choices. He wanted to be happy first!
With the successive secret attacks, do you really think I am a vegetarian?
In the world of spiritual practice, qualifications may vary from talent to talent, and potential may vary, but some things require accumulation over time. It does not mean that everything will always be smooth sailing if you have talent and adventure.
In this sense, experiencing danger and surviving is the best learning and is irreplaceable!
His experience in the low realm was smooth, relying on the swordsmanship he learned in the Soul Realm to see through the mountains and small mountains, but this was not his real ability; as expected, his true colors were revealed as soon as he entered Tongxuan, and he struggled on the verge of death several times.
He was very reluctant when he rescued the Bai family in the poplar forest. That time, it was because of Taoist Yi; Xidao was almost buried alive, because of the newly learned way of thunder; and this time, it was the benefactor Chi Gu.
This made him realize a very important problem: his combat system was flawed!
Before, he attributed all this to insufficient cultivation, and later attributed it to lack of swordsmanship... But now his cultivation is no longer so unbearable, the control of flying swords has also begun to show results, he is proficient in earth escape, and he has touched the way of thunder.
Threshold, but why is the combat effectiveness still unsatisfactory?
This is a question worth pondering. If it is not solved, there will be dangers in his path in the future, and he may not be as lucky as these few times.
The key is the flying sword! It didn't exert its power as it should.
In the battle with the killer whale, whether in the air or in the water, his final solution was to use close-quarter sword skills, but he failed to achieve anything in terms of swordsmanship, which made him very depressed.
Is the real flying sword technique supposed to be like this?
After he entered Tongxuan, he had limited discussions with fellow disciples and several Taoist opponents, but his flying sword did not play a decisive role;
He can attribute all this to the fact that the entry time is too short, the flying sword is not practiced enough, the speed is slow, the power is shallow, there are not many changes, etc. If he perseveres, he may eventually reach the level of strength like Yu Zhengxing, but he I just can't figure it out: Is this what a real flying sword looks like?
His current flying sword technique has become a supplementary means in battle, which he cannot tolerate. It makes him tied up in battle and unable to express his thoughts freely.
He has a lot of ideas, but he doesn't have a clear direction yet; but he knows that he can't go on like this.
This was so confusing in Chibo's mouth. Judging from the time, it had already exceeded the distance from Beichang back to Crab Claw Island. He didn't know where this guy was taking him. The reason why he neither stopped nor asked was that he himself felt that It seems that Crab Claw Island is not suitable to go back now.
He had already escaped two assassinations, and he didn't think luck would always follow him. It would be better to find another training place. Since he didn't have a suitable place, he might as well hand over the initiative to this silent red turtle.
The most important thing for him now is his injuries.
Tens of days later, he felt that Chiqiu was gradually slowing down, and he knew that he was probably at the right place. He was full of expectations for this kind of goalless journey; his dream when he was young was to wander around the world on a horse with a lone sword, without any purpose at all. Having sex as you wish is probably every boy’s dream.
But when I get older, I realize how naive this idea is. Whether you are a mortal or a monk, there are different fetters on your shoulders, so that you can never be truly free and free.
Everyone is working hard to live, living with all their strength...
The red croaker finally opened its mouth, and dozens of little ones, which had been depressed for a long time, swam out one after another. For them, it didn't matter whether it was a new place or not, because the sea water would never change.
But it makes sense to Hou Zi, because he is not a fish.
Looking at the hazy horizon not far away, looming in the dawn sunshine, although I don't know where exactly this is, one thing is clear, this island is not small.
Floating in the water, he looked at the red turtle next to him, not knowing whether to ask or not.
But what he didn't expect was that Red Rooster didn't seem to mean to explain for him. He opened his mouth wide, swallowed the reluctant Red Rooster back into his mouth again, turned around and left without caring.
He didn't know why the mother of the red cockroach refused to speak, but since she put him here, there must be a deep meaning, but he couldn't understand it for a while.
He believed that Chiqu had no ill intentions toward him. This was a tacit understanding of getting along with each other for a year. If that was the case, let's go ashore and have a look.
After dozens of days of rest, the trauma the pilot whale had inflicted on him had long since healed, and the Taoist's cold magic power had also been forced out. Only the leech could not be found, which made him feel uneasy.
He knew nothing about this evil cultivator, and he still hadn't figured out in what way it hurt him. He could only slowly find the answer.
Now, we first need to understand whether this is an island or a continent?
To use mana, you have to straighten your body and clearly understand where this place is. There is nothing more intuitive than looking at it from the air.
However, the mana that had been functioning normally before was now not in control at all, as if his Dantian no longer belonged to him.
I was shocked, and quickly tried all the abilities I had mastered, and found that the operation of mana in the body seemed to be suppressed by some secret, and could no longer exert its normal effect, just like the art of flying.
It was no longer enough to support the weight of his body, which was why he couldn't fly.
