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Chapter 47 Borrowing Sword

Qin Mingyuan returned to the mountain of the main sacrifice.

This time was much faster than when he went, but when he was near the main sacrifice mountain, he encountered a strange thing.

It was getting dark, Qin Ming took a bath under a waterfall in a valley, caught a trout, and was about to prepare a fire for grilling fish. A man suddenly broke into the valley.

Footsteps, ragged clothes, black shackles hanging on his body, like a prisoner.

He wobbled, weak and tired.

Qin Ming frowned slightly, slowly got up, put his right hand on the flying knife around his waist, alert him.

The man was covered with dirt and covered with dirt, and it seemed that no one was in the valley.

He stood for a moment at the entrance to the valley and slowly backed away.

But at this time, the old forest outside the valley screamed, as if a group of people rushed here.

The man's hair was disheveled, almost sticking to his face, and he could not see his expression clearly, but Qin Ming could feel his inner struggle. The voice was getting closer and closer, and as soon as the man gritted his teeth, he turned to run away.

Qin Ming suddenly pointed inside the valley: "Hide there!"

The man looked inside and looked at Qin Ming, without saying a word, and hid in the deepest part of the valley, where there was a thick piece of rattan, and there was a hidden corner behind the rattan.

Qin Mingxiang didn't happen. He sat on the stone and grilled his spiritual trout.

After a while, a group of men in black clothes rushed into the valley, their breath was very strong, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and they felt as if they could feel the vitality coming from across the distance.

At a glance, they saw Qin Ming of the grilled fish by the lake, and they frowned, without breaking in.

Qin Ming's heart tightened and he looked up at them calmly. The group wore the same clothes and the same machete, and they also wore white jade masks. There were two slits on the masks, which looked very strange.

"Is someone here just now?" One person asked Qin Ming, his voice was low and heavy, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Qin Ming coldly.

Qin Ming looked at him and looked around. He continued to turn over the spirit trout in his hand: "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there anyone else?"

"If I want to eat fish, I can enjoy it. If I want to make trouble, I will play with you." This lake looks small, but there is a passage below the bottom of the lake, which extends into the large river that runs outside. He had already figured out the surrounding terrain long ago, otherwise he would not dare to pretend to have a rest here.

"Oh, arrogant boy." A group of people sneered, but no one entered the valley, but had some concerns in their hearts. Here is the depths of the Yunluo Forest. It is dangerous everywhere, and it is difficult for a person to survive. The teenager is not only neatly dressed and clean, but also seems to have just taken a bath and grilled fish leisurely. Either there is no fear, or there are other partners who have not returned for the time being. There are often some powerful characters in the forest with their disciples to practice.

They had a task and didn't want to cause trouble, and they all retreated after standing.

Qin Ming continued to grill the fish, freely, and the man hiding in the valley did not rush out until the sky was getting dark. The people who had left did not return. Qin Ming was relieved and the man slowly came out.

"Come here? Just right." Qin Ming separated the scorched yellow trout, half on the leaves, and half eaten by himself.

The man stood for a while, until Qin Ming had almost eaten, he slowly leaned over, looked at Qin Ming again, and swallowed with a big mouth. He might be really hungry and soon finished eating.

Qin Ming handed him his piece.

He was also rude, and took it over to eat.

Qin Ming didn't ask anything. Saving him was a labor of help, but it didn't mean to mix in. Seeing that the costumes of the group seemed to come from a special force, let alone blending.

In the middle of the night, the person did not leave, curled up behind the rattan grass, his skinny, his clothes tattered like cloth strips, and heavy shackles hanging on his wrists, ankles and waist, marking a shocking blood mark. He shed his hair, blood stains on his face, and could not see his true appearance.

In the darkness, his eyes were empty, he looked at the weeds in front of him without focus, his body was thin and thin, he didn't know whether it was cold or painful, and he trembled from time to time.

Qin Ming didn't drive him away, sitting quietly near the waterfall, absorbing the vitality of life between heaven and earth, and adjusting his spirit and state.

Nothing happened overnight, no one bothered, and the group never returned.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Ming came to the side of Qingteng and frowned at the sleeping person inside.

He looked like a teenager, not very old, but was covered with injuries, as if he had suffered a lot of torture.

Qin Ming took out two spirit grasses and a clean dress from the baggage and placed them beside him.

The boy awoke from his dream, but there was no panic or mess.

"I'm not malicious, I'll send it to you." Qin Ming pointed to the grass and clothes on the ground, took two steps back, and walked out of the valley.

Juvenile looked at Ling grass clothes under his feet, his expression was slightly hesitant.

Qin Ming left the valley, sneaking in the damp and dense forest, and continued his journey. His strength is very small, and he may fall into a dead state if he is not careful. Therefore, he can avoid the dangers he can avoid, and try not to provoke the spirit demon. It is important to return to the main sacrifice mountain, where it is relatively safer.

But at noon, Qin Ming stopped by the stream and looked back at the forest. A figure stumbled after him, the boy who was last night.

Qin Ming exhaled, but said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I can only help you so much, I only have Lingwu Realm, and I have a lot of trouble. It is not good for you to follow me."

The boy stood in the dim tree shadow, bowed his head without saying a word, his hair was exuding, his breath was cold, and it felt strange.

"Farewell, good-bye." Qin Ming was about to turn around, and suddenly remembered something. He unlocked the ancient sword of Dayan and walked towards the boy: "I'll try to open your shackles."

The boy raised his hands, and the shackles looked heavy, squeezing his hands slightly.

Qin Ming held the sword a few times and tried to find a good location. The ancient sword was cut obliquely, the snoring sounds were screaming, and Mars was splashing, but the shackles were not cut, leaving only a slight mark.

Qin Ming is incredible. What material is this shackle made of? Dayan ancient sword cut iron like mud, very sharp, and his own strength is also very big, how can not cut it.

The boy's empty eyes moved slightly, and he fixedly looked at the tiny mark.

"I'll try it again." Qin Ming pulled him to the side and placed the shackles on the mossy stone. He lifted his breath deeply, closed his eyes and closed his eyes. Dayan's ancient sword was held high, the sword's body flickered, the sword's air was lingering, and a heavy sword filled with silence.

"Oh!"

Qin Ming slashed with a sword, and the ringing noises echoed the old forest, leaving traces of the road, but the shackles showed no sign of breaking apart except for a slight trembling.

"I will try again!"

Qin Ming continued to split the five swords, although he still did not split them, but probably determined the hardness of the shackles, and he knew what was going on. He slightly moved his shoulders, no longer worried, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the mountain and river epee was aerodynamic.

Take a full blow without any reservation.

Huh! Mars is splashing!

There were still only a few traces on the shackles, just like before.

So hard! Just lock a child, as for?

This is a chain, it can be used as a defense weapon.

Qin Ming touched the shackles, it seemed that there was nothing special, but he couldn't split it. He tried the mountain and river epee three times again, but the results were unsuccessful, but his hands were sore and tingling.

The boy lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the marks on the shackles.

"I'm really sorry." Qin Ming shrugged. This man was weird. The shackles were weird. This thing was weird. Forget it, do your best, you are too weak to do anything.

"..." The boy opened his mouth, his voice was vague.

"what?"

"Sword." The boy raised his eyes, his gaze through the scattered hair, and stared at the big Yan sword that Qin Ming was putting away.

"My sword?"

"Sword ... borrow me ..." The boy raised his skinny right hand.

"This is not okay." Qin Ming refused. Dayan's ancient sword was his most precious sword, and it was also a gift from an old man. How can he lend it to strangers.

The boy grabbed Qin Ming's arm, his hands were dry and slightly yellow, but his strength was strong. Behind his scattered hair, those eyes slightly moved: "Lend me ... for a while ..."