Just as Zuo Feng was about to leave the cave entrance, he couldn't help but look back at the hidden cave again.
Everything about me seems to have started from here. If it weren't for the stone roll here, and if there wasn't that beast soul, I'm afraid that I would have been the same as the lonely grave outside Zuojia Village. Even if I live happily in the world, I'm afraid
I will spend the rest of my life drifting with the tide.
I just have some doubts in my heart. The beast soul must be stored in the stone roller, but why can it leave on its own? It happens to appear when I am about to be attacked and is about to die, and it happens to be absorbed by me and survive. What if?
Without these coincidences, everything might not be what it is today.
Thinking of this, Zuo Feng's eyes suddenly stopped on the stone fragments. After hesitating for a while, Zuo Feng stepped forward and collected the stone fragments on the ground into the crystals, and then stood up and left the cave.
.
Zuo Feng couldn't tell the origin of these stone fragments, and he didn't know whether they would be valuable for reuse after taking them away, but Zuo Feng still collected them cautiously.
Arriving at the entrance of the cave, Zuo Feng reached out and grabbed the rattan rope he had woven, and was about to climb down along it, but what happened next caught Zuo Feng a little unprepared.
"Boom"
"Depend on"
"Plop"
After a crisp sound, the rattan rope broke, followed by the angry voice of a young man, and then the sound of heavy objects entering the water.
When Zuo Feng staggered out of the pool, he coughed violently, and countless water droplets spurted out from his mouth and nose. After taking a few breaths, he climbed out of the water with difficulty, but he didn't walk a few steps.
His steps were unsteady and he fell down. Although he didn't faint, he was no longer able to get up.
Just now Zuo Feng was about to climb down the rattan rope from the entrance of the cave, but he forgot for a moment that the rattan rope was originally woven to bear his weight of less than a hundred kilograms. But now the guy he was carrying on his arm weighed six or seven pounds.
One hundred kilograms, how can this crudely made rattan rope bear such a weight?
So as soon as Zuo Feng clung to the rattan rope, the rope was immediately disconnected. Zuo Feng also immediately thought of the damn "prison lock" on his arm, and couldn't help but swore angrily in his heart, but he fell headlong below.
In the water pool, thanks to the relatively deep water pool, Zuo Feng was not thrown to death on the spot.
But not being thrown to death does not mean that there is no danger. Zuo Feng couldn't float with the heavy "prison lock" on his arm. He had no choice but to carry it on foot at the bottom of the pool. Thanks to Zuo Feng's physical condition
After tempering and transformation, even so, he still choked on some water when he was about to walk out of the pool.
The result was the scene seen above. Zuo Feng was like an old man suffering from asthma when he came out of the water. He kept coughing and spitting out the water in his chest and abdomen. At this time, he was lying on his back on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and he was depressed.
A question came to mind.
'If he can't get rid of this "prison lock", he will become a landlubber in the future.'
Thinking like this, Zuo Feng couldn't help but curse the old man named "Ning Xiao" in his heart. Now that he had explained everything else clearly, why didn't he tell himself how to remove the "prison lock"?
Panting continuously, Zuo Feng rested on the ground for half an hour before slowly getting up from the ground. Looking at the small pit that appeared on his side due to the "prison lock", he couldn't help but reveal a self-deprecating wry smile.
Standing up with difficulty, Zuo Feng took small steps towards the woods. After he walked through, he left a pair of clear footprints on the ground, and the footprints on the left were obviously a little deeper than those on the right.
Zuo Feng dragged his heavy steps to the place where the items were hidden before, and then threw the three large packages into the crystal.
Zuo Feng originally thought these three large packages were too heavy, but now those packages are nothing to him.
Zuo Feng shook his head in annoyance, and could only grit his teeth and endure the terrible weight and continue moving forward. The destination was of course the "long-lost" Yancheng.
…
Under the scorching sun, a thin figure walked through the forest with difficulty, occasionally stopping to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He leaned against a big tree and panted slightly, looking at his wrapped left arm intentionally or unintentionally.
This young man was none other than Zuo Feng, who had been rushing to Yancheng in a dusty journey. By noon, Zuo Feng felt that he couldn't take it anymore, so he found a shady place to sit down and rest.
A gust of breeze blew by, making Zuo Feng feel a sense of comfort after a long absence, as if he had returned to that decadent period of the year. A wry smile could not help but appear on his face. After half the night last night and a whole morning of driving, he had no choice but to realize
I haven't walked half the journey yet.
Sitting on the ground, Zuo Feng couldn't help but take off the clothes wrapped around his left arm. This was something he would do almost every time he stopped. He would try to take off this abominable "prison lock" again, almost
I tried every method I could think of.
At first he hit it with a stone, then chopped with a short blade, and used all his strength to twist it. He also pressed and touched all the positions of the "prison lock", but in the end he still could not open it. He found that the "prison lock"
"It's even much tougher than the stone roller.
Now he finally understood why this thing was called a "prison lock". It turned out that "prison" really meant to imprison the wearer. He couldn't help but secretly cursed the old man named Ning Xiao for being perverted.
Faqi wanted to design such a weird thing for his disciples. How does this help his cultivation? This is just a joke.
But even Zuo Feng didn't notice that since he wore this "prison lock". Although it was extremely inconvenient at first, as he went on the road, he became more and more able to adapt to the terrible weight, and his speed also increased.
Speed up little by little.
In fact, Zuo Feng's body has gone through the initial thunder forging, and later the beast soul energy transformation, and his body has already been greatly different from ordinary people. If it is an ordinary warrior, even a warrior in the tempering stage wears a "prisoner"
"Lock" will probably slowly wear out the body through training.
But Ning Xiao's original intention was to prepare it for warriors in the god refining stage, so Zuo Feng would naturally have a lot of discomfort. But even Ning Xiao himself didn't expect that the thing he made could actually make a person
Weared by a warrior who has just entered the bone refining stage, this is also the limit that Zuo Feng can wear at this time.
If he even adds another "prison lock", even if he wants to move, even if he stands normally, his body will definitely be damaged.
After Zuo Feng fiddled with it for a while, he stopped studying and leaned against a big tree, closing his eyes and thinking wildly.
‘Right now, he already has a nanocrystal. If he goes to the bandit’s lair now, he might even be able to empty it.’ But after thinking about it, he felt that his idea was a bit too whimsical.
Because although the space in the nanocrystal is huge, the space that can be used by him is only more than one foot wide in the front, back, left and right. Even if he wants to pack more things, he can't break through the invisible barrier. With such a little space, Zuo Feng believes that it is
The bandits were unable to collect all the contents of one of the three stone rooms.
What's more, this place is too far away from the bandit's lair. In his current situation, if he goes to collect his things and then returns to Yancheng, he is afraid that ten or eight days will be lost.
Zuo Feng suppressed the idea that had just emerged. Although he wanted to take away everything in the three secret rooms underground. But he still understood that greed could not blind his mind. Now he had to move back on everything.
, returning to Yancheng is the top priority at the moment.
After resting for a while, Zuo Feng looked up at the sky, then took out the dry food from his arms and ate it quickly. These dry food were all dug out of the ruins when he left Zuojia Village. Even the original owner of the clothes he was wearing was unknown.
Who is he? But as long as he has clothes to cover his body, it will be a good thing.
After eating the dry food, Zuo Feng rested for a while, then got up again with difficulty and continued on his way.
It wasn't until the next day that Zuo Feng's thin figure finally appeared outside the east gate of Yancheng when the sky was dim. At this moment, there were many people queuing outside the city gate, all of them dressed like businessmen.
Occasionally there is a person who looks like a warrior standing among them.
At this moment, although Zuo Feng still had some difficulty walking, there was nothing unnatural about his appearance. Moreover, after Zuo Feng walked by, there would no longer be the same line of terrifying footprints left on the ground as before.
These are the tips he slowly figured out after spending two nights and one day on the road.
Before the sun appeared, the huge city gate slowly opened amidst bursts of harsh noises. Two groups of soldiers with bright armor were arranged very neatly, trotting out from the city gate, and then stood on both sides. Then they stood on both sides.
A soldier moved a table out of the city gate and placed it at the city gate.
Everyone was familiar with each other, Zuo Feng stood in the queue and walked slowly towards the city gate. Those who approached the table handed over their coins, and then received an identity card and happily walked into the city.
Zuo Feng moved slowly forward among the crowd while paying attention to the soldiers around him. He found that the "Crooked Mouth" from the last time a group of them entered the city was not among them, and he did not know whether he had been transferred out of here.
office, or maybe he just wasn't on duty today.
Just when Zuo Feng was confused, the sound of neat horse hooves sounded behind him. The horse team was traveling very fast, and they had already arrived in front of the city gate in just a few breaths. The soldiers guarding the city just glanced at it from a distance, and immediately
They were so shocked that they drove away the people in front of the city gate and shouted loudly at the same time.
"They are Dongjun's men and horses, get out of the way quickly, or you will be trampled to death and no one will care about you."
Zuo Feng frowned slightly as he stared at this group of soldiers. All of them were wearing silver armor, with light green cloaks uniformly draped behind them. From a distance, they looked amazing and very beautiful.
Zuo Feng couldn't help but follow the crowd back, while looking at the group of people approaching quickly. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a tall rider. This person's attire was similar to the others, but in his eyes
There is a silver mask on his face.
The moment he saw this tall figure, Zuo Feng had a feeling of familiarity, but for a moment he couldn't remember seeing him there before.
