Night is coming.


    A blue smoke curled up in a rock field in the west mountain.


    Qin Ming raised the grill and roasted the meat of the Kui lion.


    "Are you ready?" the sword grass baby sitting on the side with short legs, asked for the 47th time.


    "Not yet," Qin Ming replied for the 47th time.


    "It smells good, master. It smells good."


    "Well, it''s delicious, but it''s not good yet." Qin Ming replied casually, sprinkling all kinds of condiments he prepared.


    The meat becomes richer when it is fragrant.


    After cooking for another ten minutes, Qin Ming was satisfied to announce that he could eat.


    The baby immediately cheered, dripped saliva, stretched out his hand, grabbed a large piece of meat bone and chewed it.


    What kind of sword grass is this? It''s clearly a dragon with just long teeth.


    Half of his belly was stuffed with animal meat heavier than him.


    "Master, please allow me to hunt those brain axes again tomorrow."


    "Talk about it tomorrow." Qin Ming is half lying down, picking his teeth with a sharp bone, enjoying a rare leisure time after dinner.


    This little thing is addictive. I want to find more ingredients.


    "You can''t say it at night." the baby poked at the bones piled up in front of him and whispered.


    Qin Ming narrowed his eyes and entered the sword state of mind.


    Now he has to understand the way of sword every day, even if he goes out. He knows that this is a great way for him to become stronger.


    The next day, in the early morning of Xishan, the air was a little wet.


    There are still dew drops on the flowers and plants on the ground.


    Qin Ming understood Kendo in the mood of sword all night. Although it would consume mental power, he remained in good condition during the day because it was basically a battle solved by sword grass, which was enough for him to practice continuously.


    With each enlightenment, he can have a new understanding of kendo.


    Of course, not every understanding of Kendo can make his sword style more powerful. This is a process of accumulation.


    Just like solving complex mathematical problems, there is often not only one formula to master.


    Convergence sword meaning, Qin Ming from the state of calm out.


    When he opened his eyes, he saw the bland sword grass on his face falling to the ground and rolling constantly.


    He is responsible for Qin Ming''s safety this night, but Qin Ming ignores him all night, which also makes him quite bored.


    Seeing Qin Ming waking up, he immediately stood up with a grunt.


    "Master, let''s go."


    "Come up," Qin Ming said.


    The baby immediately jumped on Qin Ming''s shoulder with a grin.


    "Master, what are you going to eat today?"


    "It depends on what strange things you will encounter today."


    ......


    As Qin Ming walked, he looked through the jungle to the top of the mountain.


    Unconsciously, he was not far from the top of the mountain.


    "Huh?"


    At this time, two bodies in the jungle caught his attention.


    These are the bodies of two Terran friars. They seem to have been drained of blood. Their skin shrivels and looks like dead bones.


    What can be seen is their expression before death, with their mouths open, full of panic and pain, and a feeling of not closing their eyes.


    In fact, on his trip to the west mountain, he also saw dead monks all the way, but he saw them for the first time.


    "It''s not like it was done by a monster, but it''s more like it was killed by other monks with secret methods." Qin Ming observed the body and whispered to himself.


    "Master, I don''t like their breath." the baby sat on Qin Ming''s shoulder. When Qin Ming approached the body, he couldn''t help leaning back his neck, covering his mouth and nose, and his face was full of disgust.


    "Well, the residual smell is really strange," Qin Ming said.


    It was like being soaked in the sewage of the sewer for three days and three nights. Although the body died not long ago, it seemed to have rotted for months.


    "Let''s go, master." Jiancao urged Qin Ming by the neck.


    When Qin Ming couldn''t see any other clues, he got up and left.


    Of course, before leaving, he also checked whether there was any money left on the bodies of the two friars, such as pill Yuanjing and so on.


    The results were disappointing. There was nothing on both bodies.


    Half a day later, Qin Ming walked through a jungle. The baby''s nose first stirred, and then suddenly sat upright.


    "Master, a strong breath is coming towards us."


    Qin Ming''s eyebrows were slightly raised, which could make the sword grass say a strong breath, which showed that the other party was at least a monk in the later stage of judan realm and even Shenhuo realm.


    You know, the former Weng Peng of Southern Shu and the little baby said that they were just a chicken with vegetables. They didn''t look too arrogant.


    "But I didn''t feel killing in each other," Jiancao continued.


    Hearing this, Qin Ming took the sword grass back into the release spirit flag.


    Then he reduced the shape of the prayer flag to an inch and held it in the palm of his hand.


    Once the situation is bad, he can summon the monsters inside to meet the enemy at any time.


    After this, the trees in front suddenly vibrated violently, and the mountain seemed to shake slightly.


    The next moment, a familiar looking bright red Python came out.


    On Python''s head is a middle-aged uncle.


    "Eh?"


    "Ah?"


    Python stared at Qin Ming, with a biting chill and a threat.


    "How is it you?" the middle-aged uncle scratched his head and asked in some amazement. It seemed that he didn''t expect Qin ming to stand here.


    "Hello again, sir." Qin Ming said politely.


    The uncle who rode the snake once saw him on Xishan Road, and the two had a brief communication.


    At that time, the other party saw at a glance that Qin Ming had just come out of Yanhuo purgatory, and he forgot to explore the other party''s attribute interface.


    Now when I see you again, I don''t hesitate any more. An exploration threw it away.


    Name: Yuan Chang


    Race: Terran


    Age: 59


    Accomplishments: divine fire realm


    Message: master the fire control skill. You have a fire spirit body and hide a different fire.


    Name: Lian


    Jingguai: burning heart Python


    Combat effectiveness score: Level 6 top grade


    Growth potential: top grade 7


    Sure enough, this is a powerful monk in Shenhuo realm, who has more than one level of cultivation of Qin Ming.


    Even his mount Python is a monster of the sixth grade.


    It is worth mentioning that I don''t know what secret method the other party used, which makes the breath of him and python very ordinary.


    Even if Qin Ming was so close, he couldn''t have found that the man in front of him was a strong man in the Shenhuo realm if he hadn''t been reminded by Jiancao before.


    This is one of the reasons why he didn''t explore each other.


    At that time, like other passers-by, he regarded him as an ordinary monk and didn''t care too much.


    Yuan Chang glanced at Qin Ming, and then looked around quickly.


    "Are you alone?" he asked a moment later.


    "Yes, I should be the only one here." Qin Ming nodded and replied.


    "It''s strange that I sensed a strong breath before. How did it suddenly disappear and can escape my perception..." the uncle whispered to himself.