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Night gradually approached.

From a rocky place in the west mountain, a blue smoke curled up.

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

"Are you ready?" Sword Grass Milkman sat on the side with her short legs spread out and asked forty-seven times.

"Not yet." Qin Ming replied forty-seven times.

"It smells so good, master, it smells so good."

"Well, it smells good, but it's not good yet." Qin Ming replied casually, and sprinkled all kinds of condiments he made.

The smell of meat suddenly became more intense.

After cooking like this for another ten minutes, Qin Ming declared with satisfaction that it was ready to eat.

The milk boy immediately cheered, and drooling, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a large piece of meaty bone and began to chew it.

What kind of sword grass is this? It is clearly a dragon that has just erupted in teeth.

The half-big belly was stuffed with animal meat heavier than him.

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

"Let's talk tomorrow." Qin Ming was half lying down, picking his teeth with a sharp bone, enjoying the rare leisure time after dinner.

This little thing is addicted to eating, and I want to find more ingredients.

"Can't we just talk at night?" Milkman fiddled with the bones piled up in front of him, teasing in a low voice.

Qin Ming pretended not to hear, narrowed his eyes, and entered the Jian state of mind.

He now has to comprehend the way of the sword every day, even when he is away from home. He knows that this is a major way for him to become stronger.

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

There are still dewdrops on the flowers and plants on the ground.

Qin Ming spends all night comprehending the way of the sword in the state of the sword. Although it will consume mental power, but because the sword grass basically solves the battle during the day, his state is still intact, enough for him to practice uninterrupted.

Every time he comprehends, he can have a new understanding of swordsmanship.

Of course, not every understanding of kendo can make his sword style stronger, this is a process of accumulation.

Just like solving complex mathematical problems, there is often not only one formula that needs to be mastered.

Reining in his sword intent, Qin Ming escaped from the sedation state.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the bored Sword Grass lying on the ground and rolling continuously.

He was responsible for Qin Ming's safety that night, but Qin Ming ignored him all night, which made his life quite boring.

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

"Master, let's go."

"Come up." Qin Ming said.

The little milk baby immediately jumped onto Qin Ming's shoulder with a grin.

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

"That depends on what spirits and monsters you encounter today."

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

Before he knew it, he was not very far from the mountain top.

"Um?"

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

These are the corpses of two human monks, as if the blood has been drained, the skin is shriveled, and the shape is like dry bones.

What can be seen is their expressions before death, with their mouths wide open, full of horror and pain, and a feeling that they will not die.

In fact, during this trip to the West Mountain, he also saw dead monks along the way, but it was the first time he saw such a dead monk.

"It's not like it was done by a spirit, but it's more like it was killed by other monks using a secret method." Qin Ming observed the corpse and whispered to himself.

"Master, I don't like the smell on their bodies." The little milk baby sat on Qin Ming's shoulder, and when Qin Ming approached the corpse, he couldn't help but leaned his neck back, covered his mouth and nose, and his face was full of disgust.

"Well, the remaining breath is indeed very strange." Qin Ming said.

It was like being soaked in the sewage of the sewer for three days and three nights. Although the corpse had not been dead for a long time, it seemed that it had been rotting for several months.

"Let's go, master." Jiancao urged Qin Ming by pulling on his neck.

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

Of course, before leaving, he checked whether there was any money left on the corpses of the two monks.

For example, pills such as Yuanjing.

The results were disappointing, with nothing left on the two bodies.

Half a day later, when Qin Ming walked through a forest, the little milk baby's nose twitched, and then he sat up straight.

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

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and even the sword grass had a strong aura, which showed that the other party was at least a late-stage cultivator of the Gathering Pill Realm, or even a cultivator of the Divine Fire Realm.

You must know that the previous Nanshu Weng Peng, the little milk boy said that he was just a rookie, and he didn't think much of his arrogance.

"But I didn't feel the killing intent on the opponent." Jiancao continued.

After Qin Ming heard this, he took the sword grass back into the spirit banner.

Then shrink the shape of the Shiling Banner to one inch and hold it in the palm of your hand.

Once the situation is not good, he can summon the spirits inside to meet the enemy at any time.

After doing this, the bushes in front of him suddenly trembled violently, and even the mountain seemed to vibrate slightly.

The next moment, a familiar bright red python came out of it.

On the python's head is a middle-aged uncle.

"what?"

"Eh?"

The giant python stared at Qin Ming with a piercing chill that seemed to threaten him.

"Why is it you?" The middle-aged uncle scratched his head and asked in astonishment, as if he didn't expect Qin Ming to be standing here.

"Senior, we meet again." Qin Ming greeted politely.

He had seen this uncle riding a snake once on Xishan Road, and the two had a brief exchange.

At that time, the other party could tell at a glance that Qin Ming had just walked out of the flames and purgatory, but he forgot to check the other party's attribute interface.

Now that I see you again, I don't hesitate anymore, and a probe is thrown over.

Name: Yuan Chang

Race: Terran

Age: 59

Cultivation: Divine Fire Realm

Information: Master the art of controlling fire, possess a fire spirit body, and possess a kind of strange fire.

Name: Lian

Ghost: Burning Heart Serpent

Combat Rating: Tier 6 Top Rank

Growth Potential: Seventh Rank Top Grade

Sure enough, this is a powerful cultivator at the Divine Fire Realm, and his cultivation is more than one level higher than Qin Ming's.

And even his mount, the boa constrictor, is a spirit monster of the sixth rank.

It is worth mentioning that it is unknown what secret method the other party used to make the aura of him and the python extremely ordinary.

Even though Qin Ming got so close, if he hadn't been reminded by the sword grass before, he really wouldn't have realized that the person in front of him was a strong man in the Divine Fire Realm.

This is also one of the reasons why he didn't check the other party when he passed by before.

At that time, like other passers-by, he regarded him as an ordinary monk and didn't pay much attention to it.

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

"You are here alone?" He asked again after a while.

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

"It's strange, I still sensed the existence of a powerful aura before, why it suddenly disappeared, and it was able to escape my perception..." The uncle whispered to himself.

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