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Volume 2 In Qishan Chapter 146 Fire Mushroom (Part 1)

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    Zhang Sheng lay on the ground, groaned in pain, and started doing it subconsciously.  His strong hands gently pressed his temples, trying to relieve the pain in his head.

    He slowly opened his eyes, "Where is this?"

    The fragrance of weeping willows wafted in the air. What was strange was that all the weeping willows within thirty meters around him were broken at the roots, as if they had been cut by a sharp knife, and their sections were smooth.

    "Ah, no, where are they?" Zhang Sheng suddenly stood up.  The scene here reminded him of everything.

    He is a member of the Sophora Mushroom Tribe. Due to the oppression of the Yellow Termite Umbrella Tribe, he was chosen to be sacrificed.  For the sake of the tribe, he accepted his fate and even ate better, in order to keep himself strong and satisfy the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe, so that they would not embarrass the Sophora Mushroom tribe.

    Unfortunately, something went wrong on the road. He was stopped, asked many questions, and knocked unconscious.

    "It's terrible, it's terrible." Zhang Sheng beat his chest, "If there are not enough people, the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe will take the opportunity to find trouble and ask the tribe to donate more young people, and the tribe will suffer great losses."

    After feeling annoyed on the spot, Zhang Sheng decided to go to the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe to see if he could catch up with the team.  He fainted and fell to the ground, not knowing the time. If it had just passed not long ago, he would be able to catch up.

    Wearing white underwear, Zhang Sheng ran wildly in the forest with an anxious look on his face, ignoring the gravel and mud beneath his feet.

    While running, Zhang Sheng's mind came to life because he thought of something he had ignored before: Fu Li's appearance.

    Although the Sophora Mushroom Tribe is a small tribe, it still has some knowledge about the main world.  He also knew about the uproar caused some time ago by a monk from the main world who destroyed the Enoki mushroom and Amanita muscaria tribes.

    Isn¡¯t the person who knocked him out a person from the main world?

    Thinking of this.  Zhang Sheng suddenly felt a burst of expectation and anxiety in his heart, "Is he going to the Yellow Termite Umbrella Tribe? Why is he going there"

    Zhang Sheng couldn¡¯t figure out the reason.  I had no choice but to run faster

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    Fuli was racing through the ant city. Along the way, there were flashes of swords and bloody shadows, and screams and cries of ants kept coming.

    "Quick, please report to the clan leader, someone from the main world has appeared."

    "Ah~ everyone, run, he is so powerful"

    "What are you hiding from? Look, I'll kill it." In a panic, there was a sudden roar.  A tall, middle-aged man ran from the front and came to Fuli without stopping. He held two bone forks in his hands, stood intertwined and stabbed Fuli directly.

    It was Qu Li who led Fuli into the Ant City.

    "Hmph." Fu Li snorted, and the red blood knife appeared.

    Dang the middle of the middle bone fork.

    "The sword cuts through the hurricane, and the sword sweeps the world." Fu Li waved his hands repeatedly.  The red blood knife turned into wind, sweeping away all obstacles. The true energy in Fu Li's body was its source of energy. Dang, Dang, Dang, the bone fork retreated continuously.

    "Transformation." Fu Li shouted, the magic power in his body was like magic.  It instantly turned into rich true energy and entered the red blood knife along the Shaoyang meridian of Fu Li's hand.

    The red blood knife shines brightly, and the bone fork breaks off with a click.  Qu Li narrowed his eyes and saw that the Red Blood Sword seemed to be crossing the void. It was only one meter away just now.  It came to his neck in an instant, and he only felt a pain in his neck.  My throat felt sweet and I lost consciousness.

    "Ah~ Master Qu Li is dead too. Run quickly~"

    On the main street of Ant City, people are noisy, as if they are going to a temple fair. You are crowded and crowded, and it is extremely chaotic.

    But some people did not leave, but rushed towards Fuli.  Each of them rode a strong yellow termite, as fast as a dragon, and the strong wind brought down the shop signs on both sides.

    They are a tribal hunting team and are responsible for protecting the tribe. This is their duty. They cannot escape, do not dare to escape, and do not want to escape.

    "Boy, come and die."

    Fu Li didn't even look back and continued to drive wildly. Five seconds later, he saw the ant city wall.

    Although the city wall is high, Fuli is not afraid.  The level of immortal cultivation here is backward and there is no protective formation on the city wall. He can easily escape, otherwise he will be in trouble.

    Feeling the strength of the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe, he also had an indirect impression of the strength of the clan leader Huang Tianxiong.  The opponent was originally a middle-level cultivator from the Zi Mansion, and the yellow termites in his hand must have been level five, or even level six.

    He is not easy to defeat.

    Therefore, Fu Li needs to leave as soon as possible before Huang Tianxiong comes. If he gets entangled, it will be difficult to escape.  Thousands of yellow termites could bite him to death.

    Three miles, two miles, one mile

    The shadow of the city wall suddenly covered Fu Li's figure.  Fu Li smiled slightly and said, "Fusion."

    A piece of mulch grass appeared at Fuli's feet, covering the surrounding area for 500 meters in an instant.  Fu Li seemed to be the king of grass, moving at will.

    mulch grassExtending the city wall, sucking out all the essence of the guarding soldiers, and trapping the yellow termites, Hu Fuli was like a sandbag, rebounding with the help of mulch grass, and landed three hundred meters outside the ant city.

    As soon as Fuli landed, he walked into the vast woods without any hesitation. During this period, Fuli took out the transformation grass, smeared it all over his body, and continued running.  The deformed grass can not only change the appearance, but also shield the consciousness, which is very suitable for avoiding tracking.

    A minute later, a person flew out from the palace in the middle of the ant city. In the blink of an eye, he came to the city wall and stood looking at the woods ahead.  It is Huang Tianxiong, the leader of the Yellow Termite Umbrella tribe.

    Huang Tianxiong stood on the city wall, like a big mountain, and the slanted shadow produced by his 2.8-meter-tall body stretched ten meters long.  On his rather handsome face, he frowned, "Everyone, get up. The opponent is too strong. I don't blame you."

    "Hello~" After hearing this, the clansman who was kneeling on the ground exhaled secretly and stood up tremblingly.

    "But you can't even leave him a stick of incense, so what's the use of you." Huang Tianxiong said indifferently, then waved his hand, and all the tribesmen on the city wall had their chests sunk deeply, and they suddenly lost their breath, and their eyes turned white.  They are bulging like fish eyes.

    Just now he was at the threshold of cultivation and could not stop immediately.  After the mana has been running for a week, it has become the current situation.

    Huang Tianxiong had never been provoked like this before. His body was like lightning, and he chased deep into the woods. At the same time, he searched like a carpet with his consciousness. After an hour, there was not an inch of the surrounding area missing for a hundred miles.  And Fu Li seemed to disappear, disappearing.

    Huang Tianxiong returned to the tribe with hatred, unable to vent his anger, and killed hundreds of tribesmen at night without any excuse.

    The next day, many yellow termites in Ant City had pieces of monk meat hanging from their mouths.

    Fuli ran eastward for two hundred miles before stopping, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead.  Although this battle is hard, it is not without its benefits.

    Qi training is okay, but physical training requires fighting to improve faster. This time, Fu Li felt that his ability to convert true energy and mana had been greatly improved, and his body was now stronger and more flexible.

    "How can we find out the whereabouts of Mogu Street?" Fu Li was worried.

    Now, no matter how good-tempered Huang Tianxiong is, he will not tell him easily. What's more, Huang Tianxiong's temper is not only bad, but extremely bad.

    Fuli¡¯s most powerful means, 19 third-level mulch grass, may be able to compete with hundreds of fourth-level yellow termites, and may not even be afraid of Huang Tianxiong.  But how could there be only a hundred Level 4 yellow termites in an ant city with a radius of fifty miles?

    Once the ant colony forms a joint force, not to mention 19 third-level mulch grasses, even if Fuli has 49 mulch grasses, they will still be able to flee.

    "What should I do?" Fu Li muttered to himself.

    Suddenly, Fu Li frowned and looked up to see an acquaintance, Zhang Sheng, who was knocked unconscious by him.

    The other party was running over panting.
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