Chapter 249 Pine Forest Battle

The night is dark, and the iron palm peak, which has been noisy for a day, has basically calmed down. Except for some torches around the people in the sentinel, other places have fallen into darkness. However, on this quiet dark night, two figures almost fused with the night silently touched from the back mountain of Tiezhang Peak and penetrated to the top of the mountain quickly...

Under the seven turns and eight turns, I don't know how many abrupt turns have been crossed, but the dark shadow in front suddenly stopped, and the people behind naturally stopped and took the initiative to lean forward. The man in black walking in front of him stretched out his hand and pointed forward and said in a low voice, "Okay, all the forks have come. Go straight ahead, about one kilometer, and you will see a pine forest, where Qiu Qianran is.

"Okay, I know! Thank you very much." Also dressed in a dark night coat, Luo Yuchen nodded with the newly completed blood shadow sword on his back, whispered thank you, lowered his body and was about to rush forward, but the leading player stretched out his hand again and stopped him, "Mr. Luo, wait a minute, I haven't said something. Although this place is one of the forbidden places of the Iron Palm Gang, we have still detected it through various methods. Although it may not be complete, it is better than rushing there with black eyes like this?

"Oh? That's all for you!" Luo Yuchen stopped. The player who led the way was slightly happy and said, "According to our investigation, because this road can lead to the back door of the Iron Palm Gang, the defensive power is still very strong. In addition to Qiu Qianran, who comes to the pine forest to guard it in person every night, he will also be random among the elite gangs. Transfer about ten people with them and let them be responsible for the light and dark whistle of this journey.

"This is both a kind of training and a kind of cultivation. And tonight, a man named Tang San was on guard outside the pine forest. Although he only has four-star cultivation, he is one of the old brothers brought by the Shangguan Gang, and his men have also undergone strict military training. These people are extremely tenacious, cooperate very tacitly, and have extremely rich combat experience. Therefore, I suggest that you'd better not pester them for too long, or if you can not alarm them. Otherwise, it's hard to guarantee that there will be no movement!"

"Well, I see. This information is very useful. Thank you very much." Thank you this time, Luo Yuchen is not purely polite. Indeed, the information provided by this player in the end is very useful. There is indeed a big difference between a strictly trained quasi-army and a scattered player. At least, in terms of the difficulty of sneak attack, the two are not the same.

Even if Luo Yuchen's strength has the absolute upper hand, he can't guarantee that he can kill the whole army silently. Therefore, he simply accepted the suggestion of the player who led the way, and did not rush to cancel the idea of killing the light and dark sentries on the road. He also took the initiative to slow down and raise his attention to the limit. He often observed several times at every suspicious location, and then used it. Ling Bo passed by slightly.

And such careful actions have also achieved due rewards - along the way, most of the quietly observed dark whistles have set up all kinds of strange small organs around them, and some even tied small things such as bells to themselves. Even if the enemy sees through the small traps on the ground and can quietly solve them, these dark whistles can easily make noise before they die...

It took Luo Yuchen nearly half an hour to touch it, and then a dense pine forest appeared at the end of the road. Through the gap between the trees, a little dim yellow light came out, and at the same time, there were some vague sounds.

Luo Yuchen stopped, gathered his eyes, and glanced around carefully. Sure enough, he found the existence of several true auras on the edge of the pine forest. Judging from the number of halo colors, what is hidden here should be Tang San and the last guard. Luo Yuchen thought for a moment and soon turned his eyes to the top of the almost connected pine forest...

After a while, Luo Yuchen had stepped on the soft pine branch, crossed the last cordon, and arrived at the place where the light came. This is a five-room stone house. The lights come out of the east and west, and the vague sound comes from the west. Looking at it condescendingly, I saw a huge iron stove in the middle of the room of the west wing.

On the burning charcoal fire is a huge iron pot, cooking a steaming pot of things. Next to the stove, there are two children in black. One pushes and pulls the bellows hard, and the other uses a shovel to stir-fry the things in the pan. Listening to the rustling sound, it looks like iron sand.

On the other side of the iron pot, facing the direction of the gate, there was a man sitting cross-to-legged with his eyes closed. Luo Yuchen's eyes flashed over him. He saw that he was wearing a yellow Ge short shirt, slightly dry and thin, with wrinkles on his forehead and face, and his face was also quite old-fashioned. Needless to ask, this is definitely his own. The goal of the line is Qiu Qianran!

Qiu Qianran's cultivation has been innate, and his perception is extremely keen. Luo Yuchen did not dare to observe him unscrupulously. He soon restrained the true qi fluctuations on his body, lowered his eyes, and continued to peep into the room with only a ray of light. At this time, Qiu Qianran suddenly vomited deeply a few times, and hot air came out of his head. Then he raised his hands high, and there was a slight hot air on his ten fingers. Then he suddenly stood up and suddenly inserted his hand into the steaming iron pot.

The child in black who pulled the bellows was already sweating, and now he pulled it with all his strength. Qiu Qianren endured the heat and let his palms boil in the iron sand. After a while, he raised his hand, suddenly returned his palm, and hit a small cloth bag hanging in mid-air with a snap. This slap was hit, and there was a crisp sound in the air, but the beaten cloth bag did not move at all, and it could not be seen at all!

Seeing this, Luo Yuchen's heart was stunned, and he frowned slightly: "This little old man has also practiced his palm to the realm of great success at will!" Be careful of his palm strength later. Maybe this is also a person who can control the steering of the palm..."

In the midst of meditation, Qiu Qianran in the stone house below had changed his hands and slapped the high cloth bag more than ten times in a row. The heat on his hands had dissipated, and then he saw his hands re-deep into the iron sand. After three rounds of this, Qiu Qianren's face had turned red, and then he no longer forced himself, but returned to the futon and sat cross-legged, and began to adjust his skills little by little.

About a quarter of an hour later, the abnormal red tide on Qiu Qianran's face gradually subsided, and wisps of heat appeared on the top of his head. Soon, he jumped up again and began a new round of exercise. Luo Yuchen has always been watching coldly and has never been in a hurry to do it.

And this was a whole two-hour time. It was not until the sound of the third update sounded that the two children in black, who were so wet and exhausted, breathed a sigh of relief and stopped his movements. Qiu Qianran did not blame them, but waved his hand casually and let them go back to rest.

It was not until the figures of the two children completely disappeared that Qiu Qianran walked out of the door of the west wing, opened the door of the main house in the middle of the five stone houses, and took out a large, small porcelain bottle and a small porcelain basin with a diameter of a foot from a tightly locked iron cabinet.

Among them, there is a kind of dark red Danwan in the smaller porcelain bottle. Qiu Qianran poured out a pill from it, swallowed it up, and then pulled out the plug of the larger porcelain bottle, poured out a few drops of transparent ** from it, and mixed it with half a basin of water in the small porcelain basin.

After doing all this, Qiu Qianran took a deep breath, raised his hands, patted and rubbed them violently, and then heard a harsh sound of metal friction. It seemed that his hands were no longer meat palms, but made of metal!

After rubbing for a moment, a faint metallic luster appeared on Qiu Qianren's face and hands, and the fingers of the hands were thicker, just like a small carrot. Then he stopped with satisfaction and carefully stretched out to the porcelain basin. However, at the moment when his palms touched the water, Luo Yuchen, who had endured for more than two hours, finally burst into trouble!

"Qi Qianran!" At the same time as a shout burst out, two cold stars have also flown straight in from the open door. He attacked him silently! Although the two hidden weapons did not have any frightening sound, Qiu Qianren looked solemn. He raised his hands and fanned them from the side. Then he heard the sound of two gold and iron. The two flying knives deviated from the original trajectory and silently plunged into the thick stone wall and disappeared. See you...

"What a poisonous hidden weapon!" The afterglow of his eyes glanced at the flying knife with a handle in the middle of the stone wall, and the anger in Qiu Qianran's heart was involuntarily. However, after an instant, he reacted: "No, I'm tricked!"

However, it was too late. Before he made the next move, another dark flying knife came through the air. Cutting tofu generally cut the porcelain basin on the table in front of Qiu Qianren in half. In the sound of the porcelain falling to the ground, the precious liquid in the basin also dripped in an instant...