The forest rendered by various fluorescent colors is full of dreamy and mysterious colors, just like a dream. People can't help but want to keep walking in this beautiful forest and watch...
Zhuoran put away the copper rod and sat comfortably on a thick branch. While looking at the dreamy scenery around him, he regained his fighting spirit and magic power. When his mind was peaceful, everything he saw was beautiful.
"Actually, if nothing else, the world is really beautiful."
Yun Qing sat down against the tree trunk and said softly: "Yes, but there are always other things you don't want to say."
"That's right. Without the others, this world wouldn't be this world."
Yun Qing stared at Zhuoran's not-so-wide back, rolled his eyes, and said impatiently: "Are you speaking human language?"
Zhuoran turned around and glanced at her sideways, and snorted to express his displeasure.
Yun Qing held his bent legs with both hands and rested his fair chin on his knees. Two black eyes that seemed to be able to speak were staring at Zhuo Ran closely.
"Hey, I've been wanting to ask you a question."
Zhuoran turned around and asked, "What's the problem?"
"Do you really want to return to Earth?"
Zhuo Ran was stunned when he heard this. He stared at the lovely Yun Qing and didn't know how to answer. He had always been thinking about returning to Earth, but when he faced this question, he found that it was not like that.
In this world, there are a lot of girls, royal power, nobles, gold coins, and treasures, which can make him stronger all the time. If he wants, he can become a king, a great noble, and bring in countless beauties.
Build your own mansion and build a large harem. On Earth, it seems impossible to do this.
In an instant, countless miserable scenes flashed through his mind, which was full of daydreams, making him wake up.
The people of his homeland were massacred by aliens, and countless people were in dire straits. Even his own lover’s fate was unknown. Those arrogant and cruel aliens, those stubborn old guys, and those who fought with him
Comrade-in-arms, with so many unresolved issues, how can he live a leisurely life safely in this world?
"I want to return to Earth, and I will definitely return to Earth." Zhuo Ran said firmly. This is what he thinks and is determined to do.
Yun Qing closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she whispered: "I also want to return to Earth. We will definitely return to Earth, right?"
"Well, I believe we can do it, and we will definitely be able to return to Earth. And we will return to Earth in an extremely strong manner, making all the alien races tremble and make them regret their invasion of Earth."
The tone was decisive and left no room for doubt.
"Here you go, the training techniques given by the giant dragon." Yun Qing took out "Thunder Dragon Fighting Qi" from his arms and handed it to Zhuoran.
Zhuoran took it and looked through it, and was shocked when he saw it.
"Twenty meridians, that's great. With this technique, our fighting qi progress will definitely not be slowed down."
Yun Qing glared at Zhuo Ran and said angrily: "Practice quickly and see if you can break through to the second level directly. The next enemy will be quite powerful."
Zhuoran followed what was said in the book and focused his mind on inner meditation to search for the meridians in his body. As long as he could successfully temper the meridians he found and then continue to gather his fighting energy, his cultivation would continue to grow. By then, he would be able to become a sword master.
Next. Of course this takes time.
And he discovered a problem. As long as the fighting qi skills are good and the personal talent is not bad, practicing fighting qi will basically become stronger naturally. This seems to be to make up for the strength gap with the magician in the early stage, which puzzles him.
Six of the twenty meridians were known originally, which meant that he only used them to re-develop fourteen.
After a while, the fighting spirit floating on the surface of his body had all turned into light yellow, and even a few strands had turned into bright yellow. His aptitude was so good, and his potential was revealed with a slight change in his technique.
He currently does not have enough Dou Qi reserves. According to his current cultivation speed, it is estimated that he can become a second-level intermediate great swordsman in three days.
Yun Qing pouted and looked at Zhuo Ran, indignantly: "Is this guy a monster? I have been practicing for many years before I can become a second-level senior swordsman. This guy seems to have only been practicing for less than four months.
Well, you’re already catching up with me, it’s so perverted.”
"This guy must be playing a cheat. The suspicion of cheating is too obvious. We are both time travellers, so why can't I compare to him?"
Yun Qing complained and was vigilant at the same time. At this time, Zhuo Ran had a yellowish fighting spirit, which could easily expose his target. Until late at night, there were chaotic sounds in the forest, and Yun Qing woke Zhuo Ran up and prepared to hunt.
"How is it? Are you confident in killing a third-level person?" Yun Qing said.
Zhuoran smiled calmly, with a look of confidence on his face.
"Looking at how coquettish you are, I really want to kick you." Yun Qing thought of the unfair treatment with Zhuo Ran again, and secretly resented it in her heart. She gritted her silver teeth. If it weren't for the powerful enemy at hand, she would definitely turn on Zhuo Ran.
Take a bite.
Zhuo Ran chuckled and said: "Let's start fighting. We can't make them feel better after all."
"Should we kill the boss first or clear out the mobs first?"
Zhuoran was startled for a moment, "Are you still thinking about exploding equipment? The space ring should be regarded as a strange treasure, and it doesn't appear so easily."
"I want you to take care of it!"
"They're all the same, so if you want to kill them, let's kill them completely. How about cleaning them out first, and then going to fight the big boss?"
Yun Qing answered with action. She held the iron sword and rushed out. Zhuo Ran looked at Yun Qing who was all clean and asked doubtfully: "It's strange, where are the traces of dragon blood?"
Zhuo Ran patted his head, picked up the copper stick and moved it around to the other side.
The two attacked in two groups, which could effectively contain the opponent's main force. No matter how the three mad sword masters were allocated, it would not cause a fatal blow to them both.
Yun Qing is leaping on the branches, her body is flexible and graceful. Looking at her fighting posture and consciousness, you can tell that she has suffered a lot. These must be severely tempered to become her skills.
An assassin holding a short blade had just stood still. Before he could observe, his throat was cut open by a sharp iron sword, and he turned into a dead body. Yun Qing gently placed the body on the branch and rushed to the next one.
Target.
Zhuoran on the other side knocked the two archers away very domineeringly, causing quite a stir.
"Captain, that man has appeared!" an archer stood on a branch and shouted. However, after exposing his target, he was instantly killed by an ice pick shot by Zhuo Ran with a shaking hand.
"Plop!" The corpse fell to the ground, and the dull sound made his companions' hearts sink.
The shadow of death shrouded this place, as if it was closer to them than the ubiquitous darkness. It seemed that it would turn them into a part of this shadow at any time and turn them into a cold corpse.
Zhuo Ran proudly said sternly: "How can the road to the strong man be paved without bright red blood and countless corpses?"
His voice spread very far in this quiet forest and reached everyone's ears. He was making a declaration and telling everyone.
He is a strong man, and on his road there will be blood and corpses, and his enemies, the people here, will all become stepping stones on his road to becoming a strong man.
Water it with your own blood, fill it with your own corpse, and become a part of Zhuoran's journey to becoming stronger.
"beep!"
The copper stick struck the ground, making a dull sound, but it had an indescribable domineering sound.
"What an arrogant boy, let me meet him!" A high-pitched voice sounded, and a thin and wretched man jumped out. He was a thief. Looking at the dark yellow fighting spirit emerging from his body, he was already a second-level senior
He is a big thief, and he is probably considered a figure in this Huangyan mercenary group.
However, Zhuoran didn't want to have any more entanglements with this thief. He didn't take a second-level high-level ordinary thief seriously.
"What an ugly guy!"
Zhuo Ran's face was full of contempt, which instantly angered the skinny thief.
"Boy, I want you to die a good death!" The thin thief's figure flashed, and the short blade in his hand emitted a dark yellow fighting spirit. In the blink of an eye, he was less than two meters away from Zhuoran.
"Die!" The dagger covered in fighting spirit stabbed Zhuoran hard. However, the person being attacked remained calm and composed, showing no intention of moving in defense.
Just when the dagger was still a foot away from Zhuo Ran, he moved. He grabbed the upper half of the long stick with his right hand and thrust it forward, directly hitting the thief's chest.
Bang!
The sound was like thunder.
The thief's whole body felt like it was struck by lightning. He trembled and lost control of his body. He watched in fear as Zhuo Ran's left hand came over, grabbed his right wrist and swung it hard, hitting him hard.
On the ground.
However, this is not the end yet. Zhuo Ran, who has always believed in the adage that the enemy must die, how can he not continue to attack?
He held the stick in both hands and swung down suddenly. The copper stick hit the thief's thin body firmly.
"Crack!"
The sound of broken bones replaced the thief's howl. It should be said that the thief who was killed instantly had no chance to scream in pain.
Zhuo Ran straightened his body and stood proudly with his stick. From the beginning of the move to the end, he did not use any fighting spirit. His brute force and transcendent fighting consciousness allowed him to leapfrog and kill a flexible second-level high-level thief.
The people around looked at Zhuo Ran in horror. Their eyes could not help but glance at the corpse at Zhuo Ran's feet. The corpse had completely changed its shape. If they didn't know that that guy was their captain, if they didn't know each other.
He, they must have thought this was a thin humanoid monster.
"The road to the strong, built with your blood and corpses, is extremely boring!" Zhuo Ran's voice was unusually cold, and the temperature here seemed to have dropped a lot after his words.
"Weak people, it's better to disperse and die in my hands, but they are worthless!"
"Run..."
"Run for your life!"
One or two, three or four, forty or fifty, the cowardly people immediately screamed and turned around and ran away. They were the least status people in the mercenary group, and they were also the most disloyal people. They were incomprehensible here.
They have no great ambitions and might as well just live on. At least they can continue to enjoy the beauty of life.
About a hundred people ran desperately out of the forest. Their panic was no different than that of the bereaved dog.