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The night is gradually coming.

In a rocky place in Xishan, a green smoke curled up.

Qin Ming raised the grill, grilling the meat of the Kuishi.

"Alright?" The Jiancao milk baby sitting on the side with short legs and asked forty-seventh times.

"Not yet." Qin Ming answered forty-seventh times.

"It smells so good, Master, it smells so sweet."

"Well, it smells good, but it's not good yet." Qin Ming replied casually, sprinkling various condiments he prepared.

Suddenly the fleshy aroma became more intense.

After cooking in this way for another ten minutes, Qin Ming satisfied that he was ready to eat.

The milk baby suddenly cheered, dripping her saliva, reached out and grabbed a large piece of fleshy bones.

What kind of sword grass is this, it is clearly a dragon with just growing teeth.

His half-big stomach was stuffed with beast meat heavier than him.

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

"I'll talk about it tomorrow." Qin Ming lay halfway, picking his teeth with a sharp bone, enjoying the rare leisure time after a meal.

This little thing is addicted to eating, thinking about finding more ingredients.

"You can't just say it at night." The milk baby fiddled with the bones piled up in front of her, and forced her in a low voice.

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

He now comprehends the way of the sword every day, even when he is away from home, he knows that this is a big 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 spent the night in the sword mind to comprehend swordsmanship. Although this consumes mental power, since the battle is basically solved by sword grass during the day, his state is still intact, enough for him to practice continuously.

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

Of course, not every kendo understanding can make his sword power stronger. This is an accumulation process.

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

Converging his sword intent, Qin Ming broke away from the state of samādhi.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Jiancao, who was looking bored, fell on the ground and kept rolling.

He was responsible for Qin Ming's safety this night, but Qin Ming ignored him all night, which made him 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 nurse jumped onto Qin Ming's shoulder with a grin.

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

"It depends on what spirits you will encounter today."

......

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

Unconsciously, he is not very far from where the top of the mountain is.

"Ok?"

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

These are the corpses of two human monks, as if they had been drained of blood, with their skin shriveled, like withered bones.

What can be seen is their expressions before death, their mouths open, full of panic and pain, and a feeling of desperation.

In fact, on this trip to the Western Hills, he also saw dead monks along the way, but he saw it for the first time like this way of death.

"It's not like being done by spirits, but it's more like being killed by other monks using secret methods." Qin Ming observed the corpse and whispered to himself.

"Master, I don't like the breath on them." The little milk baby sat on Qin Ming's shoulders. When Qin Ming approached the corpse, she couldn't help but tilt her neck back, covering her mouth and nose, her face 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 was not long dead, it seemed to have rotted for several months.

"Let's go, Master." Jian Cao urged Qin Ming by the neck.

After Qin Ming saw no other clues, he got up and left.

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

The result was disappointing. There was nothing on the two bodies.

Half a day later, when Qin Ming walked through a jungle, the little milk baby's nose moved, and then suddenly she sat upright.

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

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, which made Sword Grass speak of a strong aura, indicating that the opponent was at least a monk in the late pill-gathering stage and even in the god-fire stage.

To know the previous Southern Shu Wengpeng, the little milk baby said that it was just a little vegetable chicken, not very arrogant.

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

When Qin Ming heard this, he took the sword grass back into the Shi Ling banner.

Immediately, the shape of the Shi Ling banner was reduced to one inch, and he held it in the palm of his hand.

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

After doing this, the bushes in front suddenly vibrated fiercely, and even this mountain area seemed to oscillate slightly.

The next moment, a familiar scarlet python emerged from it.

On the head of the python, it is a middle-aged uncle.

"what?"

"Eh?"

The giant python stared at Qin Ming, with a biting chill with a threat of utterance.

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

"Senior, see you again." Qin Ming said hello politely.

This uncle riding a snake, he had seen it once on Xishan Road, and the two had a brief exchange.

At that time, the other party knew at a glance that Qin Ming had just walked out of the flame purgatory, and he had forgotten to explore the other party's attribute interface.

Now that I saw it again, I no longer hesitated, and a probe passed.

Name: Yuan Chang

Race: Terran

Age: 59

Cultivation: Divine Fire Realm

Information: Master the art of imperial fire, possess a fire spirit body, which contains a kind of abnormal fire.

Name: Lian

Spirit: Burning Heart Python

Combat power rating: Tier 6 top grade

Growth potential: seventh-tier top grade

Sure enough, this was a powerful monk in the Divine Fire Realm, who had raised Qin Ming's cultivation base by more than one level.

And even his mount, the boa constrictor, is also a sixth-order high-grade spirit.

It's worth mentioning that I don't know what secret method the other party uses, making his and the big python's breath extremely ordinary.

Even if Qin Ming got so close, if he hadn't been reminded by Jiancao before, he really couldn't find that the man in front of him was a strong man in the Divine Fire Realm.

This is also one reason why he didn't probe 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 care too much.

Yuan Chang's gaze swept across Qin Ming's body, and then quickly looked around.

"Are you alone?" He asked again after a moment.

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

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