Yang Jin shouted: "You just do it, don't be scruples, we will avoid it."

Du Yong responded with his order, took a few deep breaths, held the dagger tightly, poured the real force into it, and pulled it upwards with a sudden stroke, and a small hole was successfully made.

Because they used pure heat and tried their best, Mars emerged from the broken corner of the vine. They seemed to be afraid of being hot, so they quickly pulled a few inches to both sides.

Du Yong seized the opportunity, poked his hands out of the opening, and expanded to both sides with force.

At the same time, he released the energy gathered on his shoulders and feet.

Yang Jin and Zhao San's Master immediately felt more than a dozen extremely hot force pushing out, as if they were about to explode, and quickly floated to the side branches of the big tree.

Crack...

The vine cocoon was split on the spot. Du Yong calmly kicked the tree trunk with his right foot, and quickly flew forward with great force. He rushed out of the air for about five feet before landing.

The vines were blown into pieces, all of which were several feet long and scattered all over the ground.

This scene seems to have just passed a fierce battle.

Yang Jin and Zhao San Master grabbed the branch and looked at Du Yong's back, feeling worried.

Master Zhao San's face was full of incredible words: "Hasn't Boy Du's internal injuries been healed yet? Why are they so fierce?"

Yang Jin was obviously caught off guard when asked, and gestured a few gestures, so he had no idea how to start, so he had to haha: "Mr. Zhao, I don't know what's going on."

Grandpa Zhao San glanced at him and said nothing.

Yang Jin avoided his sight and shouted to Du Yong: "Young Master, are you okay?"

After saying that, he floated down the tree and walked towards Du Yong.

At this time, Du Yong had just dissipated his turtle pattern. He let out a long breath, moved his body, turned around and smiled, "It's nothing serious, it's just a little pain in his body."

Yang Jin secretly blinked at Du Yong and signaled him to think of a reason quickly.

Du Yong nodded slightly, put away the dagger, and his mind quickly turned around.

Master Zhao San floated down the tree in a daze, walked over quickly, and asked Du Yong himself: "Boy Du, aren't you not healing your internal injuries? What's going on? Come quickly, don't deceive me."

"Who dares to deceive you?"

Du Yong pretended to be innocent and explained extremely sincerely: "It is true that the internal injuries have not healed, but I have used a lot of good medicine recently, so I have stabilized a lot."

"A lot of good medicines have been used?"

Master Zhao San was obviously not easy to fool. He looked at Yang Jin: "You must have prepared all the internal injury medicines for Boy Du, right? His injuries have improved so much, how could you not know?"

Yang Jin quickly remedy: "Young master, are those medicines useful? Why didn't you mention them to me?"

Du Yong said naturally: "Actually, I want to wait until it gets completely fine and then give you a surprise."

Yang Jin pretended to be angry: "What surprise do you give me? You have to explain the specific situation to me in time, so that I can get the right medicine... to find the right medicine."

Du Yong stuck out his tongue and put his hands together to show his apology.

The two of them sang together, and it sounded quite like that.

However, Master Zhao San did not explain his doubts and said lightly: "Even if your internal injuries are much more stable, they are not that strong, right? They are so thickly wrapped by monster vines. Even if they are masters in the Tower Realm, it is difficult to get out of it. And you are just in the seal realm."

Du Yong nodded frankly: "Boy is indeed in the seal engraving realm, probably because of true qi. This kind of weird vine seems to be afraid of fire."

Yang Jin quickly agreed: "Old Master Zhao, it seems like this. Didn't we see Mars just now? As soon as Mars appeared, the strange vine immediately shrank to both sides."

Grandpa Zhao San thought about it and nodded slightly: "The Du family's fax qi is indeed domineering, and it is considered high-end among fire-type exercises, but your kid's explosive power is also great."

Du Yong sighed softly: "Mr. Zhao, that's not forced, because he might die if he doesn't explode."

Master Zhao San had obviously explained his doubts and laughed: "Under the threat of death, it is indeed easier to stimulate potential."

Du Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Jin changed the topic: "Mr. Zhao, why is this kind of vine so strange? Not only can henk people actively, but he can also hang people up. He is even more cunning than people."

Mr. Zhao did not answer, but bent down and picked up a small piece of monster vine, tore it apart, and showed it to Yang Jin and Du Yong.

It was not the filamentous fibers that were imagined, but small black particles, densely packed, and looked at the scalp and felt numb.

Du Yong felt goose bumps on his arms, so he took a step back and murmured, "Is this an insect egg?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head: "It's not an insect egg, but a dead little insect. The vine is an ordinary vine. After being invaded by this insect, it becomes very strange, as if it has spirituality and will actively attack animals and humans. After the insect dies, this spirituality will not disappear, and will even affect other vines."

Du Yong was very curious: "What exactly is this little bug?"

Mr. Zhao shook his head again: "I don't know. Many miraculous doctors have studied this kind of insect, but there is no more suitable statement. However, this kind of insect is unique to Youmang Mountain, so if a miraculous doctor speculates, there should be something special in this mountain."

“What’s special?”

Yang Jin frowned slightly and asked, "Mr. Zhao, what exactly does this special thing mean?"

Mr. Zhao thought for a while and raised two fingers: "There are two kinds of statements: one is that ancient artifacts are buried underground, and the other is that immortal stones from outside the sky are buried underground."

Du Yong felt it made sense and speculated: "The plants and trees in Youmang Mountain are so prosperous, it looks abnormal. It is probably affected by magical artifacts or fairy stones."

Mr. Zhao nodded: "There is indeed this statement. In short, this Youmang Mountain group is very dangerous. Over the years, countless experts from the world have come here to explore, but no one can truly understand it. Those who are unlucky will die directly up the mountain. If you are lucky, you will only catch a few prey and pick a few kilograms of mushrooms. Don't look at how far we have gone, we are actually still at the outermost periphery. The danger in the depths is more than a hundred times greater than here."

"No way!" Du Yong and Yang Jin were both shocked.

Mr. Zhao sighed: "You are all young, maybe you haven't heard of it. It was about ninety years ago that a large gang organized hundreds of experts to explore the depths, but only three of them went back, and they soon became madmen."

Yang Jin said curiously: "Hundreds of masters, what level is it?"

Mr. Zhao said leisurely: "Those who can be called masters are at least as good as climbing the tower."

Du Yong and Yang Jin looked at each other and were both surprised.

The hundreds of experts who have climbed the tower realm have extraordinary combat power, and can even match thousands of elite soldiers who have been through the battlefield for a long time. This shows how terrible it is in the depths of Youmang Mountain.

Du Yong suddenly remembered the legend He Laosan had told and asked casually: "Old man, it is said that during the Great Henan Dynasty, the land in Ganzhou was very barren. After a minister named Long was demoted to Ganzhou, the land gradually became fertile. Is that true?"

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "You are talking about that legend, right? Long Zijing practiced the technique of wind and rain to make Ganzhou have a good weather."

Yang Jin said, "Is his name Long Zijing? A good name."

Mr. Zhao nodded and said lightly: "Although there are many versions of the legend, the protagonists are all Long Zijing. As for whether they are true or not, there is no way to find out."

Du Yong tapped his head gently and guessed with interest: "I want to tell me that the so-called immortal stone is a special fertilizer. Long Zijing did not practice the technique of wind and rain, but found the big immortal stone. He knocked some down and ground it into powder, sprinkled it everywhere in Ganzhou, which made the land in Ganzhou slowly become fertile."

The eyes of Mr. Zhao and Yang Jin lit up at the same time.

Although Du Yong's statement is a bit perverse and bold, it also has some truth, which is more reliable than the technique of wind and rain.

Yang Jin said excitedly: "The noble tomb that He Laosan mentioned may be really from Long Zijing. We have to find him quickly, maybe we can find clues to the immortal stone."

Grandpa Zhao San was not optimistic about this: "Long Zijing is so powerful. If he was buried in the mountains, how could he easily find the cemetery? Just that little gangster, He Lao San, has that ability?"

Du Yong said in a deep voice: "No matter what, we will find him. I spent 25,000 taels."

I took a break here for a while and continued on the road.

Because he was attacked by the monster vines, Du Yong and Yang Jin learned their lessons and became more cautious. As for Master Zhao San, he still looked calm.

The footprints have not been broken yet, but the route is turning.

The more you go inside, the more dense the plants and trees become.

Faced with the increasingly difficult mountain road, Yang Jin, who was leading the way, had to draw out his sword and cut off the shrubs and thatchs that blocked the road.

After walking for about half an hour, the footprints were still extending deeper. Du Yong couldn't help but sigh, "Oh my God, what did He Lao San do? Those two big black snakes didn't chase them, why are you not afraid of death when you run so deep?"

Master Zhao San said lightly: "It's dark and I can't tell the direction. In my opinion, they ran a long way and should have wanted to return, but they didn't know that they went deeper and deeper."

Du Yong said, "They can find a place to stay until dawn, such as the stone land just now, isn't it good?"

Yang Jin guessed: "Maybe he was targeted by some wild beast and had to keep running."

This statement is not without reason.

At this moment, Master Zhao San said in a deep voice: "There is a smell of blood, just ahead, go quickly."

Du Yong sniffed his nose and indeed smelled a faint smell of blood. He felt a big deal: "Isn't it dead?"
Chapter completed!