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"Why are all the scenery around you changed? I just stepped into the two small paths between the mountains!" I saw that the scenery around Xia Jian turned into a wasteland like an African grassland.

"Just now, where are the people who came in? Why are they gone? We came in together! Even if we left, it wasn't so fast?" Xia Jian was starting to feel panic now. He was not teleported to a strange place because he was, but the other twenty-nine people who stepped in with him just now disappeared. There was one more person, so why did he still have some support in his heart and discuss anything if he had anything, but now he is the only one around.

Xia Jian took a few steps back, wanting to try to get back to the outside world like this. Xia Jian retreated more than ten times, but he didn't believe that he would return to the outside world. At this time, Xia Jian, who was standing on the wasteland, was completely desperate. He couldn't go back. If he couldn't hold on for a month inside, he would probably have to die in this wasteland.

"Let's go around! You can't just stand there and wait for death!" After being stunned for an hour, I began to set off to walk towards the boundless wasteland.

There are only shallow weeds, exposed sand and stones on the wasteland, and only occasionally can you see a huge animal bone, witnessing that they once lived on this wasteland.

It was one day, and the whole day, Xia Jian was walking around the wasteland aimlessly, hoping to meet someone who came in with him, even if it was a good thing to talk, but Xia Jian was disappointed. Not to mention people, Xia Jian didn't even see any insects in one day. Fortunately, there was no common occurrence on the flying sword. Xia Jian vomited after eating, so he gave Xia Jian a fasting pill, and a fasting pill would be able to drip rice for three months.

The next day, Xia Jian saw that there was nothing in front of him.

On the third day, it's still the same

On the fourth day, Xia Jian felt that he was almost collapsed like this. I wonder if he was still alive, but he was walking aimlessly ahead.

....

On the seventh day, a dense jungle finally appeared in front of Xia Jian's eyes, which made Xia Jian happy and laugh loudly, making the wasteland that had been sleeping for many years finally get a little angry. The reason why Xia Jian was happy was not for anything else, but the scenery around him changed. Join you for seven consecutive days without any sound or life, and only your breathing and heartbeat are heard. Can you persevere?

After running for half an hour, Xia Jian finally ran into the jungle. The big trees dozens of feet, the low bushes, and the crisp birds cries, the little squirrels passing through the bushes. All this made Xia Jian finally feel that he was alive again, humming a little tune and walking slowly in the jungle.

"Roar!" A roar of a beast that shook the sky.

The low shrubs in the jungle made a "sand, sand" friction sound, and a huge black shadow suddenly rushed to Xia Jian's side.

"Oh my God! Bear!" Xia Jian shouted, then turned around and ran backward. The black shadow behind was a black giant bear three meters high chasing towards Xia Jian. Xia Jian, who was running in front, clearly heard the breathing of the black giant bear behind, which made Xia Jian run harder to run.

With a "swish!", the black giant bear tore a big mouthful of gray robe that Xia Jian was wearing. The big mouthful of the robe was from her shoulder to her buttocks. Xia Jian's clothes were damaged and his movements were not very convenient.

"Pu!" sounded.

Xia Jian fell to the ground and fell into a mud-chewing mud. The black giant bear opened his bloody mouth towards Xia Jian. Xia Jian thought of countless ways at this time, but it didn't work at all at this crisis. He held his breath and held his breath. The giant bear suddenly slowed down towards Xia Jian's big mouth. His huge head sniffed on Xia Jian's chubby round head, and then scratched his head with his front paws. It was probably because the giant bear couldn't figure out what he was alive just now, but why did he suddenly die! The giant bear stretched out his claws and tore and ripped Xia Jian over and over again. The giant bear was having fun, but Xia Jian didn't think so. If it were you who were tossed and turned by a giant, you wouldn't feel good!

Time passed, and the giant bear finally walked away bored.

The giant bear left for a while before Xia Jian got up from the ground, patted the soil on his face, and wiped the saliva left on Xia Jian's face with his hands. Looking at him, he saw that the robe on his body had turned into a hushang dance.

"Damn it, fortunately, I know that bears don't eat dead, otherwise I'll end this time." Xia Jian said to himself and said, "Stinky bear, I want me to run naked!" Xia Jian cursed and tore off the remaining cloth scriptures on his body with his hands, leaving only the underwear with a few big holes left.

A naked figure wandered around in the jungle, which is what Xia Jian is now.

"There are magic weapons and magic tricks everywhere, there is nothing bullshit. I don't know how many days have passed." Xia Jian, who was naked and wrapped around several wide leaves with cloth tendons, almost running naked, said in his own thoughts, and he didn't know how long it took for him to travel through the jungle. "God, even if I scold you, don't torture me like this!"

There was no day or night in the ancient battlefield.

The jungle is almost at the edge of the road, and there is a small river that is neither wide nor narrow in front.

A white-bearded old man with a hat sat upstream of the river, holding a fishing rod.

"I finally saw someone, haha." Xia Jian smiled and walked along the river to the old man fishing upstream in the distance.

It's approaching, it's close to the old man.

The old man who was fishing was focused and obsessed with fishing, as if he didn't care about Xia Jian's arrival. When Xia Jian was about to come forward to answer the old man, the old man turned his head and put the index finger of one hand beside his mouth.

He made a "shh!" sound, signaling Xia Jian not to speak, and then continued to focus on fishing.

Xia Jian swallowed what he was about to say, and stood behind the old man and looked at the bamboo basket of fish placed beside him. He found that it was empty. It was obvious that the old man was not lucky and didn't catch a fish. When the old man turned around just now, Xia Jian discovered that although the old man looked at the mountain, his hair and beard were all snow-white, his face was extremely rosy, his eyes were clear, and he looked energetic.

An hour passed.

Xia Jianzai couldn't stand by the side anymore, and was embarrassed to disturb the old man's interest in fishing. When the breeze blew, the pants made of leaves made a "rustling" sound in the wind. Xia Jian took a few steps forward and saw the float of the fishing rod and the fishing line clearly.

"Hey! Old man, you are not stupid! Do you think you are Jiang Taigong! You can use needles for fishing, and you don't wear food." Xia Jian saw a three-inch-long silver needle tied to the transparent fishing line, and couldn't help but say a Chinese to the old man.

When the old man heard Xia Jian's words, his expression was very moved. He seemed to have no idea what to say for a moment. He looked at Xia Jian who made his pants with leaves, and then his beard moved slightly as if he was about to say something. Finally, he put down the fishing rod and said, "Who are you? How could he speak the language of my Yanhuang clan?"
Chapter completed!