Vol 3 Chapter 75: Hidden killer

Lu Buqi said, "My method is quite demanding on the warrior. I'm afraid I'm struggling. I may need a senior to get it."
"What method?" Mao Lu looked suspiciously at Lu Buqi.
Lu did not give up but did not answer directly, but responded: "This method cannot be said for the time being, the predecessor also needs to promise, after taking a century, Mo Yun Teng will divide half of us, otherwise if you do not agree, this predecessor alone Agree, we might not get it. "
Mao Shi gazes a little, his eyes are full of murder, but Mao Yan patted his shoulder: "Master Mao Shi, don't be angry, just promise to, young people, if you go out to believe in elders, always feel This world is too speculative. "
I looked at Mao Yan in surprise, thinking that he was exhausting his brain and could not think of any good way, and he had a little understanding of why Mao Yan had such a good temper. Holding back the killing moment, he nodded and said, "I swear, after getting the 100-year-old wiping vine, I will definitely divide half of you!"
"What if you break your vow?" Lu Buqi asked, looking extremely naive.
The corner of Mao Yan's mouth twitched: "I have to swear, so I must die!"
Lu Bingbian flattened his mouth: "Well, I believe you, this is my approach. Prepare two wider boards, the wider the better, throw one onto the mud, because the force surface is widened. It is impossible for a person to sink in a short time after jumping up, and then quickly put another piece in front, and after jumping, take away the previous wooden board. In this way, you should be able to reach the 100-year-old wisteria. ! "
Mao Yan's thinking is obviously sharper than Mao Shi's, and he took the lead to respond, and his face was pleased: "This method is indeed useful. The wide wooden boards have a certain buoyancy on the water. I am afraid that this mud is more effective ... this The solution is not too difficult. Why can't you go by yourself because you have also reached the hot blood?
Lu did not give up gently pinching his nose: "Senior, at such a long distance, I am afraid to alternate hundreds of times, the board sticks to the marsh, and it is absolutely laborious to pick it up quickly. I do n’t want to lose my blood, I do n’t have physical strength. It sank halfway. At that time, the seniors wouldn't be so kind to save me, let alone, the two seniors would be assured that I would put the century-old wisteria in a mustard ring? "
"Boy, you know how to protect yourself!" Mao Yan glanced a little and gave Lu Buqi a deep look: "Then go to prepare the board, such a trivial matter, you should never let our brothers do it again ? "
"That's natural. The two seniors will be here shortly!" Lu Buqi said, turning back to the nearest giant Momosu tree.
Long Buli and Long regretted looking at each other, but also followed the past. When they were far away from the brothers of Mao Yan and Mao Shi, Long Bu Li couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Don't give up, what the are you doing? If we do n’t want to hit it hard, we can make it fly without regrets, and take away the century-old wisteria and fly away. "
"I don't want outsiders to know that regret is my guardian mysterious beast. The two brothers and sisters are commensurate, most likely they are from the sect, or even Yunze sect. If there is a conflict, follow the original plan. Conflict, it's better not to afford it. "
Long never frowned: "Then we leave first, just wait for the night and let the regret come alone to take it, anyway, they won't get it anytime soon."
"I don't want to wait to run without regrets, there is already empty, grandma's illness is not cured, I will regret it!" Lu Buqi shook his head lightly, and then rushed out, but in his heart, there are still In a word, that is: "I'm afraid I can't even touch the 100-year-old Moyun vine!"
"Drink!" Lu didn't give up and let out his breath. When he just wanted to knock Numa Motsuki down with one leg, he suddenly thought that there were two pairs of eyes behind him. He simply did not release such powerful energy, but it cost less than 20,000 kilograms. The strength flew up.
There were two people who shrugged together. The thick Mosquito pine shook, and the dirt on the ground cracked, but there was no sign of falling. Long did not regret trying to go up to help, but Long did not leave him.
Lu Buqi then stomped a few more feet, and Mosuma was still not toppled. A contemptuous voice from Mao Yan came from behind him: "Stop me!"
Lu did not abandon his heart tightly, and hid to one side, he felt a swish of anger in the corner of his eyes, and several sharp energies passed by him.
The sound of "噗嗤 ... 音响 ......" sounded, and there were four fingers thick holes in the trunk of Numa Mosu, one person above the ground.
Lu did not give up a drop of cold sweat on his forehead. Just now he had to avoid it a little bit, and I'm afraid he had a few blood holes in his body. It is conceivable that this Maoyan now does not care about the life and death of Lu Buqi, because the value of Lu Buqi has become more and more insignificant after the solution came out.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", another sound of air piercing through trees, in a blink of an eye, the circle of Mosquito was almost destroyed, and Lu Buqi gave up his leg suddenly, and "finally" kicked Mosquito. fall down.
Then Lu gave up and took out the single-sharp dragon and tiger sword, and said, "Ren Jian, you are wronged this time!"
Chopping firewood with such a rare sword is undoubtedly a violent thing, but it is also very efficient. If you cut tofu, it is usually three, five and two, and a few wooden boards about three feet wide and six feet long are quickly formed. .
"Don't give up, do you really believe that they will keep their vows?" Long did not leave, kicking the sawdust on the ground: "I dare say, once the century-old wisteria vine has entered their mustard ring, it will be impossible to take it out, so we After all, there may still be a fight, don't you feel their murder! "
Lu Buqi abandoned his mouth slightly and said, "Of course I feel it, don't leave, do you regret it, and see if she feels that submerged whale?"
The dragon did not leave and did not turn back to ask the dragon not to regret, but his eyes brightened: "You want to ..."
Lu did not give up shrugging his shoulders, did not respond, picked up three wooden boards, and walked back to Xiang Maoyan and Mao Shi: "I got one more, spare!"
Mao Yan nodded with satisfaction: "Very good ... Mao Shi, you first try to see if it works!"
Mao Shi took three planks and said nothing. He went straight to the swamp and placed one on the swamp without any sign of sinking.
He walked up and found that the mud around the wooden board was slowly flowing outwards. Although the wooden board also showed signs of sinking under the pressure of his body weight, the speed was slow enough to support him to do multiple actions on it: " Hey ... it's OK! "
Looking at Lu Buqi, who looked indifferent beside him, although he was very supportive of Lu Buqi's way just now, but he really saw that it would work, and Mao Yan was still a little surprised. But also reminded Mao Shi: "Don't care, come steady!"
Long was regretful that he didn't regret it. He couldn't help but exaggerate Lu: "Don't give up, you are so smart!"
"People praise themselves, and they are not afraid of jokes from seniors." Lu Buqiang looked at the dragon with a smile and did not regret it.
However, Mao Yan looked at the dragon without regrets, glanced over the dragon's pink neck, and then cast on the second wooden board, and turned back to pull back the lushness of the first wooden board.
The adhesion of the sludge to the wooden board does not seem to be as strong as Lu Buqiu said, and Maoshi is very relaxed. For this reason, he also looked at Lubuqi scornfully. In his opinion, Lubuqi was too bad.
In this way, the two wooden boards alternated back and forth. After a while, Mao Shi had walked hundreds of meters and came to the Mud Epee, and the smile on Long's regret face became brighter and brighter.
At this time, the mud on one side suddenly turned strangely, and Maozhi's face changed greatly: "Maozhi, be careful!"
In fact, Mao Shi also saw the mud rolling a few meters away from his left side. If it was on a flat ground, he would immediately run away to see the situation, but now what can he do in the mud?
There was a rattling sound, and the mud was splashing, like a dying flower of death, and then a huge mouth of blood basin protruded from the mud, biting into the lush, screaming horror.
Mao Shi almost conditionedly jumped up, and jumped more than two feet, and at the same time, the wooden board in his hand swung out vigorously, but what he did was undoubtedly useless.