At night, Yang Jin knocked in and saw the broken wood on the ground, and was shocked: "What's going on?"

Have any enemies come?

Du Yong asked Yang Jin to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "I just used Meng Ji's evil trick."

Yang Jin was even more surprised: ""Black Scar Legs"? Have you learned it?"

"I just learned two styles." Since Du Yong had assisted, many things were not clear, because they were too incredible. If he said it truthfully, Yang Jin would definitely regard him as a lunatic.

Yang Jin was amazed: "Meng Ji people's moves are notoriously difficult to learn, but you are a good method."

He didn't think much about it. Du Yong even had three forms of true qi. It was nothing to learn two Mengji moves in a short time. Perhaps it was really a fate when he was injured internally, which made the learning speed faster.

He remembered another thing: "You said you would be able to return to the seal realm soon, what is the realm now?"

Du Yong answered truthfully: "I will soon reach the fifth level of Qi training, and I guess it will only be in these two days."

Yang Jin was slightly happy and told: "It is a good thing to make rapid progress, but be greedy and aggressive."

Du Yong nodded.

Yang Jin began to talk about the serious matter: "After returning to the inn, I went to the town for a while and found nothing unusual. It seems that we can explore the lake well tomorrow."

The abnormality he mentioned naturally refers to the threat from the second room.

Du Yong speculated: "I guess the next wave of so-called Mengji killers have not been organized yet."

Yang Jin shook his head: "I think it's because of the battle in the canyon. They knew that Mr. Zhao was with him afterwards and were very worried, so they didn't dare to organize the next time. After all, the Zhao family only had such a precious son."

Du Yong chuckled.

Perhaps this time I really got the light of Zhao Dezhu's stupid guy.

No matter what, it's always a good thing.

Yang Jin talked about the matter of leaving the lake again: "Tomorrow we will be leaving the lake with the goal of exploring monsters. In addition to arrows and big iron hooks, we also have to prepare some firearms. If the monster's words are true, so many of us may not have done it."

Du Yong was puzzled by this: "A monster can overturn a big ship, so there are naturally a few brushes, but we have more than a dozen experts at least. Do you overestimate it?"

Yang Jin looked serious: "The lion fights with all his strength and must not underestimate the enemy. Although I have never seen so-called monsters before, I have heard many similar rumors in the world. It is said that there is a rare big black snake in the swamp forest in Mengji. It can break the big tree with a swept one's tail. Even the masters of Jin Demo level dare not provoke it easily. What are these dozen of us?"

Du Yong naturally saw the master of Jin Destruction level, all three uncles. He had seen the fourth uncle Du Zonglong take full advantage of his full force, and he could knock the stone pavilion down with one punch from the air. The stone chips were flying all over the sky, and the scene was even more terrifying than a detonator.

Du Yong sighed: "The world is so big, everything is strange!"

He paused and said, "Why do we have to provoke monsters? If we can really find out, wouldn't it be better to run away in time? Erniu and Kuroko's ships were smashed, but weren't they still swimming and running away?"

Yang Jin was not angry: "If you don't kill it, how can it be considered evidence? Your Seventh Team has not achieved great results in the past and has no authority in Dali Temple. Who would believe that you have a white-mouthed person? If you report it as a formal result, you may be labeled as a dereliction of duty or nonsense by someone who is interested. As a result, you are not convinced and will pull those who are interested and look for it again. What if you can't find the monster the second time? Do you guess they will have the patience for the third time? They will confirm your crime as soon as possible."

Du Yong thought about it, and couldn't help but praise: "You should be a job, you are quite familiar with the small abacus."

Yang Jin waved his hand: "My temperament is not suitable for work, but I have seen a lot of people who are twists and turns. The ability to do things in public is only one aspect, and it cannot be considered a big deal."

Du Yong was taught: "But firearms are controlled, can they be obtained?"

The firearms in this world are not very powerful, but they are also powerful and are often used to open mountains and rivers. They are rarely used on the battlefield because they are far less than elite cold weapons. Firearms are expensive and do not have the kind of very convenient firearms that are thrown and exploded. They are mostly used on the battlefield.

Yang Jin was very confident about this: "Of course you can't get formal firearms, but the people have their own methods. I'll do it in the evening and there will be goods tomorrow morning."

The next day, everyone got up early, ate breakfast casually, hired several carriages on the street, and rushed to the lake with dozens of sacks.

The ship has been borrowed and is the largest in the town. It has iron bars around it, and it looks extremely sturdy.

Because of the large number of people in the team and the trip was kept confidential, the fishermen in the town were not hired as sailors.

After busy running on the dock, I finally set sail. The wind is very strong and the boat is very fast.

The goal is to go to the center of the lake as much as possible, and everyone is rowing while chatting, without feeling much hard work.

After arriving at some distance from the shore, Du Yong and Zhao Dezhuo saw that there were no other fishing boats around, so they began to dismantle the sacks.

All the tobacco and vanilla are spread out, and the firearms, bows, arrows, iron hooks and other tools are placed along the boat.

Zhao Dezhu smelled the very pungent fragrance and frowned: "Why is the smell of this grass so big? It seems that he has entered a brothel. Could it be that the monster has reached the spring stage?"

Everyone laughed.

Du Yongze said: "How did you know there was only one monster? Maybe it was in groups."

Zhao Dezhu was not afraid and laughed: "Wouldn't it be better to have a group of people? The firearm prepared by Brother Yang is enough for them to bear. Maybe we can still eat meat on the boat at that time. That kind of big thing is generally psychedelic, which is more nourishing than ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and the like."

Du Yong laughed and scolded: "Don't try to subvert my world view. This is martial arts, not fairy tale."

Zhao Dezhu looked disdainful: "What do you know? It is said that in ancient times, there were worlds of immortal cultivation, and various spiritual beasts emerged one after another, but now it is just that the spiritual energy is exhausted."

Du Yong started chatting with him: "Do you have any evidence?"

Zhao Dezhu thought for a long time but did not come up with any hard evidence. He could only say, "Didn't the storyteller in the teahouses in the west of the city say? What are the birds covering the sky, the giant beasts on the mountain, and the sword immortal in white clothes, and the ones who are very obedient."

Du Yong sneered: "After all, it's just a matter of hearing."

He didn't mean to talk back to Zhao Dezhu, but he just talked like that every day, and he was idle and had nothing to do, so it would be good to learn more about history or monsters.

If there is really something like cultivating immortals, he will only be excited, and that will be the goal.

Zhao Dezhu said angrily: "There will always be some legends that are true, otherwise they would not be so popular."

Seeing the rise of Du Yong and Zhao Dezhu's chat, Cheng Yuan interrupted and said, "I have also done some research on this aspect. It is said that the martial saint-level masters are almost half-immortals."

Yang Jin also said, "There is indeed such a saying, but there has been no Martial Saint in hundreds of years, right?"

The most powerful master in the world is the Grandmaster realm.

There are only a dozen people who can be famous in Dayan, and they are mixed with the world. Du Yong has seen one, the Taibao Guardian Qu Wuru, who is now over 80 years old.

Mengji has fewer masters, but there are more middle-level masters.

What Yang Jin said hundreds of years ago, when Da Yan founded the country, two martial saints, the founding emperor and his personal guards were released, and they were all the pride of Da Yan.

It was also from that time that the land in the East had achieved a high degree of unity and its strength was stable against the West, plateau and grassland. This situation continued until today.

Cheng Yuan sighed, "I heard that our Taizu of Dayan is invincible on the battlefield. He can jump up to more than twenty feet high and slash down. The movement caused by a knife is as strong as the sky and the earth. The half-immortal may not be that powerful."

Everyone was so excited that they didn't answer the conversation.

As for today's warriors, most people can only stay in the seal realm throughout their lives. Masters of the Martial Saint may not even be able to see them, and can only sigh in ancient times.

At this moment, the sound of waves was heard.

Du Yong then realized that the ship had traveled far away, the water mist ahead was hazy and the vision was blurred.

Shao Yuhong observed for a while, pointed at the diagonally in front, and looked worried: "You can't be so lucky, it seems like a storm!"

Everyone looked along his fingers and found that there were several whirlwinds, rolling up huge waves.

Zhao Dezhu's face was a little pale: "What's going on in Zhuangyu Lake? It's still clear and calm by the lake. Why do you start to mess up when you enter the middle?"

No one answered his question, and he was busy sailing and rowing because two whirlwinds were rolling over from the front, and the speed was quite fast. He had to quickly turn the boat in a direction, otherwise he would definitely feel good later.

Boom!

Boom!

Thunder sounded, and the lightning in the distance became blurry, making everyone more and more scared. Soon, heavy rain poured down, instantly pouring everyone into a scattered chicken.

Before the whirlwind arrived, there was a direct wind around. The wind was very strong, and many people were blown to stand still. Zhao Dejuichi accidentally fell to the ground and slid far away.

Du Yong was much better. He remembered the typhoon in his previous life, calmed down, covered the firearm with an oil cloth, then hung it with an iron hook, and then rushed to the edge of the boat to help shake the long oar.

The cigarettes and cilantro were scraped off the boat and floated in the air for a long time before falling into the water.

Cheng Yuan shouted: "Be careful!"

The sound was fluttering and I couldn't hear clearly, but everyone knew what to do.

With the persistence and efforts of everyone, the ship finally turned and passed by the whirlwind, but the hull still shook violently.

It took a long time to move slightly less, and everyone felt like they had a life of surviving the disaster. They would rather go through ten assassinations from Mengji than do so.

However, before taking a few breaths, an extremely fishy smell came into the noses of everyone, making people vomit.

Bang, bang, bang!

The bottom of the ship was pushed several times in a row, and almost overturned, and everyone was suddenly in chaos.

As soon as Du Yong stood firm, he saw a huge tail that was more than two feet long swing past. He immediately pulled away and roared wildly: "The monster is here!"
Chapter completed!