Chapter 134 Lingqiu Cottage

Zhao Yong's physical strength has been fully recovered on the way. Zhao Yong's body, except for the hidden wounds left on his body when fighting against the cave beast, as long as he is not overloaded, it should not be a big deal.

The two of them were dressed in black hidden leopard clothes, like mountain ghosts, jumping back and forth between the blood-sucking giant trees, and their bodies were indescribably strange. After a while, their feet stood in the ruins of the dilapidated county seat in Lingqiu.

As soon as Zhao Yong and Xin Yue appeared in Lingqiu County, there was a low sound of horn in their ears, and the direction of the horn was the black cottage in the distance. Obviously, their whereabouts had fallen into the hands of others. Hearing this horn, Zhao Yong and Xin Yue did not stop at their feet. Instead, they walked openly and strode towards the cottage. They just temporarily settled down to find out the situation.

When they walked on the ruins of Lingqiu County, they smelled the faint blood in the air. The abandoned walls were reddish-brown blood. They didn't know whether it was human blood or animal blood, and almost everything that could be used in the city was also carried away.

Not long after, Zhao Yong and Xin Yue crossed the whole county and went straight to the cottage in the southwest. Xin Yue saw the land under her feet, which was a reddish-brown color. She stretched out her foot and poked several times of the soil, and saw that the turned up soil was full of red and black color. I don't know how many mutatic beasts and human blood have been sprinkled on it since the end of the world to pour into such a land. Zhao Yong couldn't help sighing when he saw this scene.

The two huge gates of the black cottage can be seen at a distance of 200 steps. The black gate is like metal casting, and the surface of the mottled door panel is full of large and small beast claws. The reddish-brown blood stained the surface of the gate, and the blood stains after drying made the black gate look more like it was covered with red rust.

At this moment, Zhao Yong suddenly heard an arrow sound from the air, and a white bone arrow flew out of the cottage arrow tower quickly and straight to Zhao Yong's throat.

In the blink of an eye, the bone arrow killed Zhao Yong in front of him, and there was a needle-like tingling in his throat. Between this electric flint, Zhao Yong stepped on the cat step backwards, turned his pace, and did not retreat but advanced. His left arm suddenly crossed, grabbed the murderous arrow, and held the flying bone arrow in his hand.

This flying bone arrow is rotating at a high speed, as if a drill is about to break out Zhao Yong's finger. Zhao Yong only felt that the palm of his hand holding the arrow was shocked, and the bone arrow was about to come out of his hand and shoot straight into his body.

Zhao Yong's left thumb turned out, turned the direction of the arrow, and shook it with his back hand. The bone arrow was inserted straight into the soil without the arrow feathers. A crimson blood stain appeared in the center of Zhao Yong's palm, as if it had been burned by fire. The rapidly rotating bone arrow just now rubbed against Zhao Yong's palm at a high speed, causing a slight burning of his skin. Zhao Yong ran his vitality and dredged the blood of his palm. After a few breaths, only a faint mark remained in the palm of his hand.

The master is definitely not inferior to his own master, and he is also a martial arts master. I didn't expect that the archer would produce such a spiral strength. You should know that if you want to exert such strength, you can control your body at least as you like. Concentrate all the attack power on a single point, which is far more lethal than the air explosion needle I saw last time. All the momentum is concentrated in a point of rotation penetration and the air explosion needle surface killing effect is obviously not within the same category.

Zhao Yong's heart was hot, and his eyes were brighter. He didn't expect to meet a master of martial arts here. His mind was full of the idea of learning skills with others, which was just used to try the Pegasus dragon trick he saw in the tomb, and the cottage in front of him wanted to go in and have a look.

However, after the arrow tower of the cottage shot the bone arrow, there was no more movement, and the whole cottage was silent.

Zhao Yong and Xin Yue quickly crossed the distance of two hundred steps and stood outside the gate of the cottage. They didn't feel good when they saw the cottage in the distance, but it was not until they stood in front of the huge gate that they knew that the smallness of human beings was in sharp contrast to the towering of the gate. The whole gate of the city is made of a whole blood-sucking giant wood. More than a dozen people are surrounded by a thick tree, and they feel indestructible. I really don't know what kind of difficult conditions these survivors built such a blood-sucking giant cottage. At this moment, a sentence suddenly flashed in Xin Yue's mind, "The master is in the folk."

A question came from above, talking in a local dialect, "From Ah? What have you done?"

The person who just finished the question above was afraid that they would not understand, so he immediately changed his words and asked Mandarin mixed with Shanxi accent, "Where did you come from and what are you doing?"

Now Zhao Yong and others finally understood, "We escaped from Hebei and left after inquiring about something." Zhao Yong replied in a humble voice. Not before Zhao Yong finished answering, he heard bursts of heavy footsteps from upstairs.

Zhao Yong's heart was softly shocked. He felt that a breath was not inferior to his coming from the city wall, and this breath was clearly the man who shot at his bone arrow just now. Then I heard the sound of a winch cable in the gate, and the heavy gate slowly opened to both sides.

There was a man standing in the middle of the city gate, and the breath just now was emitted from him.

Just behind him stood a row of soldiers neatly. Zhao Yong could feel the vigorous qi and blood in everyone's body, and the worst realm was also in the upper level of skin training, and the leading man was in the middle of the lower level of blood change. Zhao Yong noticed the thick cocoon in their hands, and the muscles on their bodies were flexible but not rigid. Look The people in front of us are all martial artists.

Although their equipment looks very simple, the murderous atmosphere on them all shows their tough combat effectiveness, which makes people know at a glance that this team is definitely the elite division in this cottage.

It's just that the skin color of these people in front of them is dark. I don't know why they don't look like ordinary yellow people at all. The man standing at the front of the team is actually as bald as Zhao Yong. The only difference is that the man's lips are covered with two slender eight-character beards. His thick beard looks like two eyebrows, which looks a little strange. Is this the legendary man with four eyebrows? Xin Yue smiled in her heart, as if she remembered a novel.

"Welcome to Lingqiu. My name is Zhao Qi, ranking seventh. Just call me Xiao Qi." The leading man came over and smiled, revealing a row of yellow teeth, which seemed to stick to the broken limbs of some mutan beasts. His image suddenly fell to the bottom in Xin Yue's heart, especially for those who have a fetish.

Before Xin Yue finished slandering the man in his heart, his dark right hand had reached in front of Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong could feel the explosive power contained in the strong muscles under his skin.

"Zhao Yong, courage."

Zhao Yong stretched out his right hand and held Xiao Qi's palm heavily together, but the two sides just shook hands politely and did not give each other anything like that. In fact, he had already given this Ma Wei Xiaoqi. If it hadn't been for Zhao Yong's strength, the gate would not have been opened now. That kind of waste had already been pierced in the throat by the western bone arrow.

Xiaoqi turned around and waved his left hand, leaned forward, and made an invitation to Zhao Yong and others. When the guard behind him saw the leader making this move, they immediately brushed one point to both sides and gave up a passage from the middle.

Zhao Yong was not pretentious at all. He stepped forward and strode through the middle, and Xin Yue was not inferior to Zhao Yong at all. He followed Zhao Yong through the passage. Although the crowd on both sides looked murderous, it was too petty for Xin Yue. Xin Yue had also seen a much bigger scene than this. What's more, such a small scene is simply not worth a sun.

Looking at Xin Yue and Zhao Yong, appreciative eyes flashed in Xiaoqi's eyes. Sure enough, the people who can survive in the end of the world are not easy people, not to mention passing through this layer of dense forest of death. There are not only powerful mutacious beasts, but also horrible vampire plants. Xiaoqi has already guessed, no After a while, his hand itched and shot an arrow. However, Xiaoqi didn't feel any hostility between Zhao Yong and others. Some of them were just heavy vigilance. I believe they also felt the breath of their own side.

Zhao Yong also felt the breath of Zhao Qi and his men. However, under these heavy vigilances, Zhao Yong suddenly caught a trace of hostility. This trace of hostility appeared like a poisonous snake, but it was fleeting and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It seems that there must be some disturbance here. Zhao Yong cheered up.

Xiaoqi and Zhao Yong walked side by side in the front. When he shook hands, he already knew that Zhao Yong was a practitioner. Because the muterator will more or less show the characteristics of some mutable beasts outside his body, such as the werewolf mutor, whose muscles are more developed, and his sense of smell is much sharper than other muters, etc. But none of these were found on Zhao Yong's body, and Xiaoqi was very curious that there was no thick callus when Zhao Yong's palm touched it. The skin of the palm was extremely elastic. Looking at the thick calluse of his palm, it almost made Xiaoqi overturn his previous inference, but it was obviously extremely absurd. Xiao Qi clearly felt that Zhao Yong's strength should be comparable to his own, and he didn't understand how he reached this level.

There is no cocoon in the palm of a martial artist to represent something more important.