Chapter 67
Hearing these words, Xuan Yi chuckled, "Hehe, after all, our Misty Peak is one of the five great sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is also considered a rare blessed land. This monkey is clever, and he knows to go to the mountains to learn art."
"Well, this monkey has a good body, I don't know how long it can last under Xiao He'er's offensive."
"I was a little angry when I heard Xiao He'er's cry, haha!"
"This monkey is going to suffer."
"Let's go and have a look together."
Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi both smiled and looked relaxed. Each took a Taoist boy and drove away from the ground to the distant mountain.
The distance is getting closer.
After breaking through the heavy fog, the smiles on Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi's faces gradually disappeared, their eyes were weird, and they seemed to have seen an incredible scene.
After a brief silence.
"Cough, that dark shadow... doesn't seem to be a monkey?" Xuan Yi pointed at the dark shadow still climbing on the mountain, his tone was a bit hesitant, and he coughed lightly.
"Well...it seems to be a person." Wen Xuan gave a dry smile, looking embarrassed.
As the first seat of Yifeng, the two of them made such a low-level mistake, and they couldn't help feeling hot on their faces.
In fact, it's no wonder the two of them.
From a distance, the dark shadows on the mountain peaks are vague, flicking eastward and westward, they are more flexible and lighter than apes. Although the two are real Jindan and well-informed, they did not expect that the shadow is actually. It's a person!
When they got closer, their expressions changed again.
"That... doesn't seem to be alone."
"Well...it should be two."
After a brief silence again.
Wen Xuan sank his face and couldn't help complaining, "Is this person sick? It doesn't matter if he climbs the mountain, what do you mean by holding a little fat man in his hand?"
"Hey, that's not right, this person has a bow and a knife. He seems to have heard of this dress somewhere." Xuan Yi said suddenly.
At this moment, the fat Daotong beside Wenxuan looked excited, pointing at the figure dashing on the mountain wall and shouting loudly: "The first adult is him! That scholar!"
...
On the steep mountain peak.
Every time the crane flaps its wings, Su Zimo clings to the rock wall, his five fingers digging deep into the rock, and the same goes for his feet.
The hard rock, under Su Zimo's fingers, was as soft as a block of tofu.
Other mortals want to climb mountain peaks, always looking for some place to stay.
And Su Zimo doesn't have to be like that at all.
If it weren't for the cranes blocking the road, this mountain would be flat on the ground at the feet of Su Zimo.
Now, the many mortals behind Su Zimo have been blown down by the squally wind stirred by the wings of the cranes, and only Su Zimo is still climbing.
To be precise, there are two. Su Zimo is still pulling a fat man in his hand.
A trace of anger flickered in the eyes of the crane, with a long cry, rose into the air, and immediately dived down, protruding a pair of sharp claws, and grabbed it directly at Su Zimo.
This pounce is very fierce.
Su Zimo wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
Su Zimo suddenly let go of his hands between the sparks and the flint, and his figure suddenly fell by half a foot, then he reached out his palm, and slammed into the rock wall steadily!
Click!
Just above Su Zimo's head, a large piece of rock was smashed by the crane's claws, and the rubble splashed and collapsed on his face, Su Zimo didn't notice it.
Some stones smashed on Little Fatty's body, and the plump body trembled visibly.
Su Zimo's heart moved, and suddenly he hung the little fat man in the air and yelled softly: "Don't pretend to be dead, or I will throw it down for you!"
The little fat man was agitated, opened his small eyes, and said quickly: "Brother, don't scare me, I was wrong."
"Do you want to go up the mountain?" Su Zimo asked quickly.
"Yes, of course I do."
"Lie on my back, hold yourself tight, don't blame me for falling."
"well!"
The little fat man moved a few times, wrapping his arms and legs around Su Zimo's neck and waist, lying on it like an octopus.
In this way, although Su Zimo still carried a person, he vacated a hand.
Crane's initial attack was not fierce. It seemed that the intention was not to hurt people, but to prevent Su Zimo from going up the mountain.
After repeated attacks were ineffective, the crane was angered, and the attack was just now. If Su Zimo can't dodge, he will probably be crushed by the crane's head!
Facing an already angry spirit demon in the early stage of foundation building, Su Zimo didn't dare to hold it big, and this made the little fat man lie behind him, planning to free his hands to deal with it.
In all fairness.
Su Zimo, who had only cultivated to the third chapter of the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness, was not yet an opponent of the spirit demon, even if this crane was only in the early stage of foundation building.
But Su Zimo didn't want to fight with the cranes, but to avoid the cranes' interception and climb to the top of the mountain, which would be much easier.
call!
The cranes swooped down again, Su Zimo's eyes were bright, his feet and feet vigorously moved horizontally on the steep and smooth mountain wall, avoiding the crane's attack, and leaping upwards with all his strength.
Click! Click! Click!
Su Zimo's fingers and toes dig into the rock, climbing on the mountain, the speed is not weaker than running on the ground!
"Hey!"
When the crane saw this scene, his heart was furious, and he rose into the air, with an extremely fast speed, like a sharp arrow, quickly came to Su Zimo's back, sharp claws and sharp beaks constantly attacking.
The slender beak is even sharper than the flying sword. With every poke, Su Zimo's ears will sound fierce wind, which is frightening.
As long as he is poked by this sharp beak, there will be a blood hole in his body.
The little fat man closed his eyes tightly in fright, and trembled all over.
Su Zimo kept evasive, the muscles and bones in his body screamed, the body stretched or shrank, flesh and blood were full, the big tendons were constantly shaking, and his physical energy was almost at its limit.
Relying on spiritual sense, Su Zimo dodged the crane attack several times dangerously and dangerously, and continued to climb upward.
The cry of the crane became more and more rapid, even with a trace of murderous intent!
The top of the mountain is getting closer.
The offensive of the cranes is getting fiercer!
...
On the top of the mountain, two young Taoist boys watched this scene, as if they were on the scene, their expressions were tense, and they couldn't help sweating for the scholar in the green shirt.
One person, one crane, wrestling with each other on the steep mountain, although one of them seems to have no strength to fight back, it is extremely fierce and dangerous.
The scholar in the green shirt was a little slower, and he might be buried under the claws of the crane!
Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi also looked solemnly, watching this scene intently, ready to save people at any time.
"Unexpectedly, this scholar actually has spare energy. After freeing his hands, he can still climb to the top of the mountain under the offensive of Xiao He'er." Xuan Yi's tone was filled with emotion.
Wen Xuan said solemnly: "If I read correctly, the sword on the scholar's waist and the bow on his back are all cast from heaven and earth spiritual objects. Although they are pseudo-spiritual artifacts, the two pseudo-spiritual artifacts add up. It's almost two thousand catties!"
The implication of Wen Xuan's words is obvious. If Su Zimo removes the Cold Moon Knife and the Blood Crystal Bow, he is relaxed, his body skills will be more agile and faster, I am afraid that he has already reached the top of the mountain!
Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi looked at each other.
The two had a tacit understanding, and a thought flashed in their minds at the same time: "This scholar... is interesting."