Chapter 670 Space Crack
"Master, it's a space crack."
Butler Xiaofu's voice rang in Wen Qiao's mind.
Wen Qiao still couldn't understand how Butler Xiaofu knew about the space crack, but looking at the endless jungle below, Wen Qiao couldn't help but turn over in the air and look up. The cliff where it was spring all year round was nowhere to be seen, and all he could see was the blue sky.
and so……
It really is a space crack...
But which space does this crack connect to?
For a moment, Wen Qiao was full of confusion about the unknown.
Nian Chengfu hasn't been found yet, and she doesn't know where he has gone.
A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.
It's really hard for her.
Her body was still falling. Wen Qiao found a comfortable position to fall, but her mental strength surged around like a tide. She wanted to try to find Nian Chengfu, but when she didn't find Nian Chengfu, she discovered a problem.
Right below her...
someone...
……
"Mr. Ming, I advise you to hand over the map. Otherwise, your delicate skin will be torn into pieces. If you end up disfigured, don't blame me."
In the dense forest, seven or eight men in uniform holding swords surrounded a young man in white in the middle. The young man in white had long black hair bound with a white hairband and a half exquisite silver mask on his face. The other half without the mask had flawless white skin, smooth and delicate. No wonder that group of people said he had 'delicate skin and tender flesh'.
After all, just half of a face is much more delicate and exquisite than that of a woman.
The man known as 'Mr. Ming' had a hint of wickedness and disdain on his thin pink lips.
"If you want a map, why don't the people behind you come and get it in person? Instead of sending a few minions, who are you looking down on?"
The voice is crisp, with a hint of arrogance.
"Mr. Ming, stop talking nonsense. Are you going to hand over the map or not?"
"No."
Mr. Ming also said it straightforwardly.
I won’t hand it over to you, what can you do to me?
"Since Mr. Ming is so ungrateful, don't blame us." As he said that, a group of men in black attacked the man in white. After two rounds, the man in white did not seem weak at all under the siege of so many people. On the contrary, he became stronger and stronger. Finally, the man in white swung the sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy forced back the men in black who surrounded him.
Several men in black looked at each other, thinking that this Mr. Ming was really difficult to deal with.
They thought he was just a beginner spiritualist, but they were told that he was a high-level spiritual king!
Even if you're pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, that's not how you play it!
"How to do?"
Someone asked worriedly.
The group looked at each other, and the last person gritted his teeth and said, "We all underestimated this man. Quickly contact the elder and ask him to come quickly so that we can hold him back."
As they spoke, seven of them attacked the young man in white.
The one who stayed behind ran to the back of the tree and lit the signal tube. The moment the tube went out, a beam of fire shot out from it and flew towards the sky, and finally exploded to form a complex pattern.
When the man in black saw the picture and text, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Mr. Ming frowned.
He knew that this was not the time to fight. Once the signal tube came out, he didn't know what kind of person would come. He gritted his teeth secretly, and Master Ming's moves began to become more skillful.
After fifteen rounds, the seven people surrounding her were knocked to the ground by her. The last one looked at him in fear and trepidation, as if he was struggling over whether to take action or not.
Young Master Ming glanced at the man, ignored him, put away his sword and prepared to leave. At this moment, a strong wind blew up, and all kinds of leaves fluttered in the wind. Young Master Ming paused for a moment, tightened his grip on the sword, and stepped back on one foot, ready to fight.
"Mingyu, hand over the map quickly, and I will kill you." An old and majestic voice sounded, and the next moment, an old man in black brocade clothes fell from the sky. The old man had black and white hair neatly combed behind his head and a neat goatee. He looked meticulous.
"It's Elder Shan, how are you?" Young Master Ming lowered his eyes, hiding his shock and worry. When he raised his eyes, he was calm and composed.
"Mingyu, you should know that everyone in Fengkun Continent is looking for the map of Emperor Xuan's mausoleum. With your strength, do you think you can protect it?" Elder Shan said in a deep voice, his eyes revealing ruthlessness and coldness. "Give me the map obediently, and I can kill you. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will leave you with an intact body when I take action later."
"You want the maps? Forget it." Mingyu said gritting his teeth. He had collected these maps with great difficulty, and he would never give them up so easily.
"In that case, don't blame me." Elder Shan's face darkened, and the spiritual power in his body turned into countless sharp blades and attacked Mingyu. Mingyu used her sword to resist, but after a few swings, her sword broke. Despite this, Mingyu still did not put down the sword.
She swung the sword again and again. Because of the length of the sword, her hand holding the sword would touch the sharp blade from time to time. Although there was no actual contact, the air blade next to the sharp blade still hurt her hand.
In just one move, blood gushed out of Mingyu's white hands.
Despite this, Mingyu still did not let go of the sword.
The sharp blade transformed from spiritual energy cut off his headband, and his inky black hair instantly fell down. Seeing the sharp blade approaching his face, Mingyu turned his head to avoid it, and the consequence was that his hair was cut off and fell to the ground.
Wen Qiao was still falling.
But her mental power was focused on every detail underground.
Seeing that the girl named Master Ming had no idea how to respond, Wen Qiao raised his hand as if to call her.
With one movement, dozens of leaves moved.
Some of the leaves collided with the sharp blades and were canceled out in an instant.
A part of the leaves rushed directly towards the Mountain Elder and the eight thugs. The eight thugs didn't have time to react and were hit one after another. Some were bleeding and some had their clothes torn. When the Mountain Elder saw the leaves flying towards him, he made a move to resist. In his eyes, these things were nothing more than small gadgets and it would only take him minutes to deal with them. However, the leaves broke through his defense and rushed straight to his face.
Logically, he could have avoided it.
But the leaves were too fast for her to dodge.
Just like that, the leaves brushed past his head.
His face wasn't hurt, but several strands of his hair were broken.
He was sure that if he moved, the leaves would pierce into his body or scratch his face without hesitation.
Such strength.
It is not something Mingyu can have.
and so……
Someone is helping Mingyu...
The opponent's strength is above his...
who is it!
Who is it!
Elder Shan's brain was working rapidly, but he found nothing.
Finally, the mountain elder could only shout into the air with his body stiff, "Who are you, brave warrior? Why don't you show yourself..."
No one replied.
Wen Qiao, who had injured him, was still falling.
He looked depressed and didn't want to communicate.
"Master, it's a space crack."
Butler Xiaofu's voice rang in Wen Qiao's mind.
Wen Qiao still couldn't understand how Butler Xiaofu knew about the space crack, but looking at the endless jungle below, Wen Qiao couldn't help but turn over in the air and look up. The cliff where it was spring all year round was nowhere to be seen, and all he could see was the blue sky.
and so……
It really is a space crack...
But which space does this crack connect to?
For a moment, Wen Qiao was full of confusion about the unknown.
Nian Chengfu hasn't been found yet, and she doesn't know where he has gone.
A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.
It's really hard for her.
Her body was still falling. Wen Qiao found a comfortable position to fall, but her mental strength surged around like a tide. She wanted to try to find Nian Chengfu, but when she didn't find Nian Chengfu, she discovered a problem.
Right below her...
someone...
……
"Mr. Ming, I advise you to hand over the map. Otherwise, your delicate skin will be torn into pieces. If you end up disfigured, don't blame me."
In the dense forest, seven or eight men in uniform holding swords surrounded a young man in white in the middle. The young man in white had long black hair bound with a white hairband and a half exquisite silver mask on his face. The other half without the mask had flawless white skin, smooth and delicate. No wonder that group of people said he had 'delicate skin and tender flesh'.
After all, just half of a face is much more delicate and exquisite than that of a woman.
The man known as 'Mr. Ming' had a hint of wickedness and disdain on his thin pink lips.
"If you want a map, why don't the people behind you come and get it in person? Instead of sending a few minions, who are you looking down on?"
The voice is crisp, with a hint of arrogance.
"Mr. Ming, stop talking nonsense. Are you going to hand over the map or not?"
"No."
Mr. Ming also said it straightforwardly.
I won’t hand it over to you, what can you do to me?
"Since Mr. Ming is so ungrateful, don't blame us." As he said that, a group of men in black attacked the man in white. After two rounds, the man in white did not seem weak at all under the siege of so many people. On the contrary, he became stronger and stronger. Finally, the man in white swung the sword in his hand, and the sharp sword energy forced back the men in black who surrounded him.
Several men in black looked at each other, thinking that this Mr. Ming was really difficult to deal with.
They thought he was just a beginner spiritualist, but they were told that he was a high-level spiritual king!
Even if you're pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, that's not how you play it!
"How to do?"
Someone asked worriedly.
The group looked at each other, and the last person gritted his teeth and said, "We all underestimated this man. Quickly contact the elder and ask him to come quickly so that we can hold him back."
As they spoke, seven of them attacked the young man in white.
The one who stayed behind ran to the back of the tree and lit the signal tube. The moment the tube went out, a beam of fire shot out from it and flew towards the sky, and finally exploded to form a complex pattern.
When the man in black saw the picture and text, he breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Mr. Ming frowned.
He knew that this was not the time to fight. Once the signal tube came out, he didn't know what kind of person would come. He gritted his teeth secretly, and Master Ming's moves began to become more skillful.
After fifteen rounds, the seven people surrounding her were knocked to the ground by her. The last one looked at him in fear and trepidation, as if he was struggling over whether to take action or not.
Young Master Ming glanced at the man, ignored him, put away his sword and prepared to leave. At this moment, a strong wind blew up, and all kinds of leaves fluttered in the wind. Young Master Ming paused for a moment, tightened his grip on the sword, and stepped back on one foot, ready to fight.
"Mingyu, hand over the map quickly, and I will kill you." An old and majestic voice sounded, and the next moment, an old man in black brocade clothes fell from the sky. The old man had black and white hair neatly combed behind his head and a neat goatee. He looked meticulous.
"It's Elder Shan, how are you?" Young Master Ming lowered his eyes, hiding his shock and worry. When he raised his eyes, he was calm and composed.
"Mingyu, you should know that everyone in Fengkun Continent is looking for the map of Emperor Xuan's mausoleum. With your strength, do you think you can protect it?" Elder Shan said in a deep voice, his eyes revealing ruthlessness and coldness. "Give me the map obediently, and I can kill you. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will leave you with an intact body when I take action later."
"You want the maps? Forget it." Mingyu said gritting his teeth. He had collected these maps with great difficulty, and he would never give them up so easily.
"In that case, don't blame me." Elder Shan's face darkened, and the spiritual power in his body turned into countless sharp blades and attacked Mingyu. Mingyu used her sword to resist, but after a few swings, her sword broke. Despite this, Mingyu still did not put down the sword.
She swung the sword again and again. Because of the length of the sword, her hand holding the sword would touch the sharp blade from time to time. Although there was no actual contact, the air blade next to the sharp blade still hurt her hand.
In just one move, blood gushed out of Mingyu's white hands.
Despite this, Mingyu still did not let go of the sword.
The sharp blade transformed from spiritual energy cut off his headband, and his inky black hair instantly fell down. Seeing the sharp blade approaching his face, Mingyu turned his head to avoid it, and the consequence was that his hair was cut off and fell to the ground.
Wen Qiao was still falling.
But her mental power was focused on every detail underground.
Seeing that the girl named Master Ming had no idea how to respond, Wen Qiao raised his hand as if to call her.
With one movement, dozens of leaves moved.
Some of the leaves collided with the sharp blades and were canceled out in an instant.
A part of the leaves rushed directly towards the Mountain Elder and the eight thugs. The eight thugs didn't have time to react and were hit one after another. Some were bleeding and some had their clothes torn. When the Mountain Elder saw the leaves flying towards him, he made a move to resist. In his eyes, these things were nothing more than small gadgets and it would only take him minutes to deal with them. However, the leaves broke through his defense and rushed straight to his face.
Logically, he could have avoided it.
But the leaves were too fast for her to dodge.
Just like that, the leaves brushed past his head.
His face wasn't hurt, but several strands of his hair were broken.
He was sure that if he moved, the leaves would pierce into his body or scratch his face without hesitation.
Such strength.
It is not something Mingyu can have.
and so……
Someone is helping Mingyu...
The opponent's strength is above his...
who is it!
Who is it!
Elder Shan's brain was working rapidly, but he found nothing.
Finally, the mountain elder could only shout into the air with his body stiff, "Who are you, brave warrior? Why don't you show yourself..."
No one replied.
Wen Qiao, who had injured him, was still falling.
He looked depressed and didn't want to communicate.
