There is no so-called Big Dipper in the other world, nor is there a so-called Pegasus constellation. In short, Bai Yang still doesn't know how this world plans the stars in the sky.
An open space more than a thousand meters away from the hot and cold springs was in full swing.
Huge logs were cut down, split into planks, and assembled into wooden houses.
Bai Yang's guarding skills are really good. After practicing martial arts, his use of strength and skills are beyond the imagination of people on earth.
A piece of wood split into planks with a crackle, and then poked again and again to make the grooves connect tightly, and in a short time a small wooden house was formed.
"When you're hungry, you need to cut the grass. Isn't this special golden nanmu? It's a golden nanmu with a diameter of two to three meters. Just like that, it's turned into a temporary wooden house? You're kidding me..."
When I arrived at the 'construction site', I stared at the poplar trees on the ground.
"Master, this kind of wood is very common. We all use this kind of wood for fires. If it is made into a wooden house, it will be beautiful and insect-proof," the kitten said with a wink beside Baiyang.
Well, Bai Yang is speechless.
Earthlings, have you seen that the wood that is more valuable than gold is just firewood here? The room where my friends temporarily stay for one night is made of golden nanmu. Even the emperors in ancient times did not receive this treatment!
Entering a wooden house that had been built, Bai Yang disappeared for a moment, then went out to find Hu Zi and said: "You all know the things in the house. Bury them within the scope of our camp. By the way, get a wooden board and put it up outside. Write on it."
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Huzi Maliao nodded and said: "Okay, young master, there is no problem."
"Don't imitate me." Bai Yang kicked Huzi on the butt.
This guy didn't feel ashamed but felt proud, and he went ahead and did what Bai Yang arranged.
More than a dozen boxes of mines were mined out, and they were quietly dug and buried in the camp. If someone walked in in the middle of the night, huh...
Idle people are not allowed to enter, do they deserve to die?
Not far away, a group of people looked at each other at the wooden planks erected outside Bai Yang's camp.
"What a loud tone!" Someone said in a deep and displeased voice.
These are a bunch of lawless young talents. How can you not be angry when you see such warning words?
"Don't underestimate that person, have you forgotten Hua Changrong?" Ye Shanghan turned around and shook his head.
Hearing this sentence, everyone's eyes froze. Although they did not see how Hua Changrong died, the fact that he died into ashes made them extremely afraid.
Zuo Dao came to Yu Feifeng and said, "Miss Yu, it seems we are going to spend the night here. I will go down and make arrangements for camping."
"Excuse me, Uncle Zuo. Don't worry, I'm sensible. This is deep in the Lost River Forest. I won't run around." Yu Feifeng nodded.
After Zuo Dao arranged the camping arrangements, Yu Feifeng looked at Bai Yang and their camp and gritted her teeth secretly. Then she rolled her eyes and had an idea.
I'm the legendary flower-picking thief. I want the girls around you. Hum, I'll piss you off! I'll kidnap you in the middle of the night...
But don't worry now, turn around and Yu Feifeng walks towards the hot and cold springs.
"Sister Feifeng, be careful. That place gives people a very dangerous feeling. If you want to go there, I will protect you." Ye Shanghan, who was wearing a golden robe, came to Yu Feifeng and said.
"Men, you must have a strong body so that you can better protect the woman you love. Sister Feifeng, let me protect you," Hu Tu stood up and said.
He even glanced at Ye Shanghan, implying that you are just a sissy with your small body.
Ye Shanghan glanced at Hu Tu and smiled indifferently.
"I also want to see what's evil about this place."
Others didn't want to give up the opportunity to have a sense of presence by Yu Feifeng's side.
So, a group of young masters went out and surrounded Yu Feifeng towards the hot and cold springs.
As we walked, a group of people raised their eyebrows in astonishment.
They saw Shan Qiulin on the cold spring side of the hot and cold springs.
He was wearing the poorest quality linen clothes, with a black cloth band tied around his eyes (Actually Bai Yang wanted to get him a pair of sunglasses, but he didn't care), and his body stood in a weird posture, with a wooden sword stuck beside him.
There are bug eyes on the body...
Everyone looked at each other, made eye contact, and saw Shan Qiulin thoroughly in just a few glances.
There is no blood or true energy flowing in his body. He looks like a martial arts practitioner, but at most he is only at the level of a martial artist. He is also blind and has a broken arm. He is simply a disabled person.
But just such a person gave a group of young talents a very strange feeling.
Shan Qiulin just stood there, like a sleeping wild beast that could burst out and hurt people at any time, and like a big mountain, thick and torrential.
But when I looked at him again, I saw that he was still him, very ordinary, as inconspicuous as a stone on the roadside.
"This person is weird," someone said with squinted eyes.
Looking at each other, a group of people became interested. Anyway, they were going to the hot and cold springs to have a look.
They came to a distance of more than ten meters from Shan Qiulin, but Shan Qiulin still kept his movements unchanged, as if he had not noticed them.
"A wooden sword with bug eyes, is he kidding?" Gu Qifeng said with disdain when he saw the wooden sword beside Shan Qiulin.
However, no one spoke, and their eyes became serious as they looked at Shan Qiulin.
Secret Code of Thunder!
These four words that were supposed to be ridiculed now appeared heavily in their hearts.
It can be said that almost everyone who practices martial arts knows about the Secret Code of Thunder, and is naturally familiar with the state of cultivation in it. At this time, Shan Qiulin's posture in training is clearly that of practicing the Secret Code of Thunder.
This is not surprising, everyone wants to complete the Secret Code of Thunder, but no one in the world has completed it for countless years.
However, at this time, Shan Qiulin's state was clearly that of successful cultivation!
His breathing rhythm is like thunder, there is a crackling sound of electric current passing through his body, his blood is rushing, and his muscles are undulating, which is obviously strengthening himself.
"This is impossible!" someone exclaimed.
If Shan Qiulin really cultivates the Secret Code of Thunder, this will be a big event, enough to shock the world.
"Brother Fang, what do you think?" Ye Shanghan looked at Fang Ye and said with twinkling eyes.
At this time, the eyes of each young talent shined brightly. If they could get the method to practice the Secret Code of Thunder...!
"I'm not sure, maybe it's just similar in appearance. After all, no one has mastered the Secret Code of Thunder yet," Fang Ye said with a slight frown.
Everyone was silent, and Shan Qiulin ignored the people watching him.
Among the crowd, Leng Jing, who was out of tune with everyone, glanced at Shan Qiulin, without saying anything, and went straight to the edge of the hot and cold springs to look around.
Yu Feifeng stamped her feet, looked at Shan Qiulin, and then looked at the direction of Bai Yang's camp. She curled her lips and said something mysterious in her heart. She ignored Shan Qiulin and walked towards the cold and hot springs.
"Fool, what do you think?" Gu Qifeng raised his eyebrows at Hu Tu.
"I see with my eyes," Hu Tu curled his lips.
Creaking footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man in black stepped on the ice crystals towards Dan Qiulin.
This middle-aged man was the bodyguard of one of the young men, and he was instructed to test Shan Qiulin.
But when he was still five meters away from Shan Qiulin, Shan Qiulin said: "Please go away, don't disturb me, thank you."
The middle-aged man in black stamped his feet and turned to look at his master.
It was a young man wearing a yellow robe. He was very inconspicuous in the crowd. He nodded inconspicuously and motioned for the guards to continue.
"My hands are itchy for a moment, how about we have a discussion?" The middle-aged man in black turned around and looked at Shan Qiulin and said.
He is a martial arts monk on the third level of the warrior realm. Shan Qiulin is just a martial arts disciple. If it were not for his master's instruction, he would not do such a shameful thing of bullying others.
"Wait for me ten breaths," Shan Qiulin said calmly, without refusing.
The middle-aged man in black nodded, while the others squinted their eyes and waited.
What can you do in ten breaths?
Shan Qiulin took out a bottle from his arms, swallowed all the energy-boosting pills inside, and then maintained his practicing posture again.
Crackling...
Every breath he took was like muffled thunder. Of course, if you don't pay attention, you can't hear this sound at all. At the same time, the muscles and bones in his body roared together, like lightning crackling, the blood flowed gurglingly, and the muscles vibrated.
After ten breaths, Shan Qiulin let out a long breath.
The surrounding fog was very thick, and he sprayed out dozens of meters away in one breath, and the surging fog could be seen.
puff……
The ground beneath his feet shook, and the surrounding ice crystals turned into powder.
The Secret Book of Thunder, the complete chapter on body casting in the realm of martial arts, the limit of the human body, and the strength of one hundred thousand kilograms is achieved!
With the help of the strange environment of the hot and cold springs, Shan Qiulin made a breakthrough in one fell swoop. There was no earth-shattering vision, but Shan Qiulin could feel the terrifying power hidden under his seemingly weak body!
"You want to spar with me?" Shan Qiulin, who had finished his work, asked calmly, facing the middle-aged man in black.
The opponent was holding a short spear. Even though he knew Shan Qiulin couldn't see it, he still nodded and said: "Please enlighten me."
"You will die without regrets?" Shan Qiulin's voice was still calm.
The others frowned, although they thought it was funny. Are you kidding a warrior when you tell a warrior that you will die if you fight against him? But they don't know why, but they just can't laugh.
The middle-aged man in black looked at his master again. After receiving a nod of approval, he looked at Shan Qiulin and said, "Please."
While speaking, he raised his short silver spear.
Shan Qiulin fumbled slowly, grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword beside him, held it casually in his hand and said lightly: "You take action, otherwise you will have no chance."
"snort!"
Being ignored several times by a small warrior, the middle-aged man in black was angry. He snorted coldly and rushed towards Dan Qiulin like lightning. The short spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake's fang. He was fast and accurate, cutting through the air with a piercing scream.
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He didn't use his true energy, he was just dealing with a warrior. There was no need for him at all. He just needed to teach him a lesson.
Shan Qiulin tilted his head slightly, as if listening, then turned slightly sideways, and slashed the wooden sword with insect eyes in his hand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Is he kidding?
People were shocked, it was too slow.
The middle-aged man in black didn't know what others thought, but at this moment when he faced Shan Qiulin's sword, his eyes were intoxicated and his whole soul was trembling. It was a feeling that a glance could last a lifetime.
Pfft...
He and Shan Qiulin passed by each other, walked a few meters forward, and murmured: "What a beautiful... sword."
puff……
Blood spurted out, and the short silver spear in his hand and his entire body were torn into two sections by Shan Qiulin's wooden sword.
With a pop, the body fell to the ground, blood staining the surrounding ice crystals red.
"If we only meet for the first time in life, one glance will be a lifetime of persistence. If life can be fixed at the moment of first meeting, how wonderful it would be..." Shan Qiulin gently touched the wooden sword in his hand that was not stained by blood and whispered... (
