Chapter 128 Death Swamp

Chapter 128 the swamp of death

Before the man finished speaking, Chu Nan spat out two words coldly, "Slap!"

"Slap?" A group of disciples in Beichen Palace still didn't understand what was going on. The Iron Grizzly Bear stepped out of the room in one swift move, suffering from a wrong intuition and wanting to attack the Iron Grizzly Bear.

Of course, the slap was not light. Blood was taken out, teeth were polished, and then the Iron Grizzly Bear retreated. Zi Menger blinked and smiled at the iron bear as a sign of praise, and said softly, "You don't have to eat fruit today."

"You... You... Bitter uncle, he dares to bully our people in Beichen Palace..." This person did not know whether he was dead or alive. Qiu Xiaomo knew Chu Nan's strength, but he quickly winked, but it did not work.

The angry and angry person on the bitter face would not be Chu Nan, but the disciple who caused the trouble. He turned around and slapped the other side of the person's face. He said in a cold and angry voice, "Amone, go back to face the wall for three years. If you are wrong again, drive out of Beichen Palace."

As soon as he said this, the group of Beichen Palace disciples behind him all had a look of shock on their faces. He opened his mouth to say something, but he did not say a word. If he was expelled from Beichen Palace, it would undoubtedly be worse for him than death. He looked into Chu Nan's eyes, full of resentment.

After kuna reprimanded the disciple, he said to Chu Nan, "This childe, I'm really sorry. It was my poor teaching that caused him to speak disrespectfully..." Kuna's original intention was to attract a helping hand. Although Beichen Palace was detached in Wild Yue Country, now the people here are not all from Wild Yue Country. People from all parts of Tianwu Continent have it.

And to befriend a man who could subdue a sixth tier demon beast, there were only advantages, but there were no disadvantages; however, all of these were destroyed by his disciple's words. How could he not be angry if he suffered?

As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on its master. Chu Nan's actions just now seemed arrogant to others and dared to treat Beichen Palace's disciples like this. But in Chu Nan's heart, how could he care less about Beichen Palace?

Chu Nan turned his head to look at amore and said coldly, "If you do it again, take your life!"

Qiu xiaomo had seen Chu Nan chop off a man's head without blinking. Of course, she understood what Chu Nan said was the truth. She wanted to scold him back reflexively, but she saw bitter glaring at him and said coldly, "Five years!"

The other disciples of Beichen Palace began to talk in whispers. Someone whispered, "Does uncle bitter have too much authority, destroy his own morale and so on?" The bitter one glared at him and said," who wants to face the wall?"

All of a sudden, those people were silent as cicadas.

"Xiaomo, are you still with us?" Chu Nan asked.

Hearing this, Qiu Xiaomo did not know what to do. On one hand, Chu Nan was very strong, on the other hand, Beichen Palace. Moreover, he was going to Beichen Palace after all. If he followed Chu Nan at this time, he would be ostracized in Beichen palace in the future...

For a moment, Qiu Xiaomo had a hard time choosing.

Bitter that at this moment also felt that this disciple named lin yun was too arrogant. Although his disciple had made a mistake first, but lin yun did such a thing and said such a thing, regardless of Beichen Palace's face, and he also taught that disciple that he had put his body so low, to achieve this step, lin yun actually looked scornful.

Looking at the obedient Iron Grizzly Bear, he endured these emotions and said, "Childe Lin, we have to go through the poisonous mist swamp too. Why don't we go together and take care of it?"

"That's right, Brother Lin. Let's go together." Qiu xiaomo said quickly.

Chu Nan looked at Menger beside him. He knew that there were still many dangers in the hundred abyss jungle that he could not deal with. There were people watching in the dark and protecting Menger's safety. In addition to going to the Tianyi Sect and going through the Huafang Clan, someone had to guide him...

With that in mind, Chu Nan nodded and said "Yes."

Hearing this answer, bitter felt a little better. Qiu Xiaomo did not have to choose between the two, but was even happier. He asked, "Uncle bitter, why are there so many people in the hundred abyss jungle these days?"

"You don't know?"

"I don't know." Qiu xiaomo shook his head.

"Not long ago, there was a white light in the forest of the hundred abyss, and someone predicted that there was a treasure in the white light, and then it led all the experts to come here, so that it would be like this."

"White light? A treasure?" Qiu Xiaomo and Chu Nan, who were in the forest of the hundred abyss, could not be seen.

Bitterly said, "That's also why master ordered me to come and investigate. It is said that it is a sword of the highest quality spiritual weapons, some say it is a treasure of heaven and earth, and some say it is a Dong Maison left by a great and powerful person... Anyway, there is a lot of news, and no one knows exactly what it is."

When Chu Nan heard this, he did not put it in his heart. There were enough treasures for him, especially the sword. He could not possibly replace the heavy sword. The white flame left him a deep impression.

Menger could not help him refine the heavy sword now. One was that there was no such condition, and the other was that Menger had not achieved that cultivation.

"It seems that I have to figure out how to refine it." Chu Nan said in his heart and realized that he had too much to do.

Just as he was thinking, he heard qiu xiaomo ask again, "Uncle bitter, then why is everyone gathered here and not in the white light?"

As for Qiu Xiaomo's question, bitterly looking at the group of people in twos and threes, he said, "The white light has to pass through the poisonous fog swamp, so everyone is waiting for the fog to dissipate and then pass through in one fell swoop."

Hearing this, Chu Nan's heart jumped. This kind of poisonous fog would not cause any harm to him.

"When will the fog dissipate?" Qiu Xiaomo was the most anxious. All he knew was that the poisonous gas was rampant in the poisonous mist swamp, but he didn't expect that there was another one.

"At noon every day, there are three hours, and the fog is the weakest. That is to say, we must pass through the poisonous fog swamp within these three hours; and the Ink Lotus you want to take must be taken within these three hours, otherwise, we have to return." As she said that, she had no confidence in qiu xiaomo's Ink Lotus.

One must know where the Ink Lotus grew up in the swamp, no one knows, it was all luck; even if they were lucky enough to find the Ink Lotus, but such a treasure, there are usually ferocious beasts on the side, anyway, it is a situation of near-death.

"Three hours?" Chu Nan frowned. He wasn't afraid, but what about menger?

Qiu Xiaomo remained silent after hearing bitter's words, obviously worried about whether he could get the Ink Lotus and cure his father's illness. Bitter wanted to talk to Chu Nan and find out more about Chu Nan, so Chu Nan closed his eyes and practiced, so he stopped.

What else did he think of Chu Nan? Seeing that Chu Nan and the people of Beichen Palace had come together, he suppressed the lust.

A shadow in the dark frowned.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the people who were still laughing immediately became serious, like arrows flying off the strings, shooting in front of them.

"Let's go." Qiu Xiaomo looked at Chu Nan. Chu Nan got up and grabbed Menger's hand, "Menger, follow me closely."

At this time, the real poison fog swamp had not yet reached, just the area where the miasma had spread out. Looking at the surrounding dark trees, unknown birds were flying back and forth on top of it, while the forest was filled with dark green and mixed with white fog. At the very front, all of them were strong cultivators of Martial's cultivation. At this moment, those who came to the hundred abyss forest, the highest cultivator was also senior Martial. To the king of martial arts, perhaps he did not come to mingle; perhaps he came, but he did not know where he was.