Beiyin Great Sage

Zhou Jia has a strong body, and his ax and shield weigh several hundred kilograms. Even for a high-level warrior, it is a weight that cannot be ignored.

Performing Qinggong is even more of a burden.

But at this moment, his body was like catkins, flying in the wind.

With just a slight tap under his feet, his whole body was like a leaf gliding in the wind, flying forward silently and extremely fast.

A flash is several feet long.

In addition to cultivated land outside the city, there are dense jungles and disorderly growing branches, which cannot slow down his movement.

The farmers and mountain people who passed by only saw a blur in front of their eyes and disappeared.

Like a ghost!

"Uh-huh!"

The figure flickers and floats lightly on the top of the tree.

The leaves gently bowed their heads downward due to the force, but the branches seemed not to notice it and still swayed with the wind without feeling heavy at all.

Zhou Jia put his hands behind his back and looked down with an indifferent expression.

Regularly taking the juice of the wormwood, his body felt like all the apertures were open, transparent and smooth, and his energy surged almost unrestricted by his body.

Coupled with the blessing of the talent of listening to the wind, you can feel the flow of air and wind.

This also makes his light body skills more sophisticated, changeable, and able to do whatever he wants.

Be quick!

It’s light!

Can be slow!

"call……"

With his clothes flying in the wind, Zhou Jia's figure fell silently from the top of the tree, his feet stepping on the soft fallen leaves without making any sound.

The strong body and invisible pressure silenced the chirping of birds and insects around him.

not far away.

A corpse was sitting against the tree, with a sword standing next to the corpse.

Half of the corpse's body was as black as carbon, while the other half was colorful, and its face was ferocious and twisted. One look at it showed that it had endured great pain before death.

Qin Guyan!

He died after all.

The cause of death was not the fire thunder detonated under the bedroom, but the poisonous arrow in the hand of the secret guard.

If it was Huo Lei alone, he would have been seriously injured at most, but when he was escaping, he was hit by a hidden arrow, and after the poison was released, there was no cure.

In this situation, continuing to carry it will undoubtedly be a burden.

As a last resort.

The fugitives left him behind.

Zhou Jia was not surprised at all by this result.

The secret guards of the Tianhu Gang are all elite members of the gang, most of whom are masters of the seventh rank or above. They usually deal with Qin Guyan's father figure, a master of the tenth rank.

It is easy to surround and suppress a few juniors while waiting for work.

"Ho ho..."

"Click!"

Weird noises came from the corpse.

The already dead body suddenly straightened up, its neck twisted, and a pair of lifeless eyes stared at Zhou Jia.

"Well……"

The sudden change did not move Zhou Jia.

He looked up at the blood moon in the sky, waved his hand, and the double-edged ax from behind shot out with lightning, penetrated the corpse's chest, and nailed the corpse to the tree.

Within the ax blade, thunder exploded.

"boom!"

The electric light flashed, sweeping away the evil energy, and the violent force tore apart everything around it, and the mutated corpse immediately turned into ashes.

Only one ax with shining light was left, which penetrated deep into the trunk of the tree.

Zhou Jia stepped forward, raised his hand and pulled out the sword beside him, and flicked it lightly, making a clanging sound.

Although this sword is not a black iron mysterious weapon, it is no longer an ordinary weapon. It can cut iron like clay as if it were nothing. It is also a top-notch weapon at the ordinary level.

He shook his sword, pulled out the double-edged axe, glanced deep into the forest, and turned back with an indifferent expression.

a long time.

The ground trembled not far away, and a pale-faced Fu Qiwu jumped out from the ground.

Two more women and one man appeared one after another.

"Solid words!"

The white phoenix eyes with half of her cheeks covered with burns were filled with sadness, and she cried softly. Her delicate body fell to the ground weakly, trembling continuously.

"Let's go!"

Fu Qiwu covered his chest and coughed twice:

"If he finds out something is wrong and comes back, none of us can escape."

"Brother." Fu Shuyi spoke in a low voice with a cautious tone:

"Is that person so powerful?"

Fu Qiwu's face darkened.

He has been in the tenth rank for seven years. He has a profound foundation and will soon be able to attack the black iron. The martial arts he has learned are also extraordinary. He also has Xuanbing in his hands and has extremely rich fighting experience.

Ask yourself, even if you face a master who is new to black iron, you still have the strength to resist.

Before this trip, he even felt that the plan was a bit unnecessary. As long as he took action, he would be able to take down Zhou Jia and force the opponent to let him go.

In order to prevent the other party from making a desperate move, others were allowed to take action first and lure away the guards around Zhou Jia. This was foolproof.

Never thought...

Fu Qiwu's eyes shrank with horror.

The aura on that man's body was strong, and his ax skills were terrifying, like a strong black iron man. He was almost helpless in front of the opponent.

The strength that he was once proud of was crushed like a torrent.

In the situation at that time, I was afraid that no one could see that the man who was struggling to support Zhou Jia was actually the famous Black Eagle, who once despised a certain black iron master.

Master?

His face was bitter and his heart was filled with chills:

"Let's go!"

"Ahem..."

"Fortunately, this person's Qinggong is not very good, otherwise we would not be able to escape. Is there some weird bloodline in Zhou?"

"never mind!"

Fu Qiwu waved his hand:

"We'll go back to the Eagle's Nest first."

He only carried the opponent's ax a few times, but he was already seriously injured. He even watched his brother die tragically, and now he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

Fu Shuyi nodded, helped up the feeble Bai Feng who was crying, and flew away into the distance.

The figures of several people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while.

A figure landed lightly on the ground, looking in the direction where several people were leaving, with thoughtful eyes.

The person coming was none other than Zhou Jia.

He pondered for a moment and stepped forward, faster than a few others and more agile and swift.

Shortly after.

Somewhere at the foot of a mountain.

Zhou Jia stopped and looked up at the mountain peaks wrapped in thick white mist. His eyes narrowed and there was an unexpected surprise in his eyes.

Source Star!

In his mind, the Apokolips star flickered slightly.

Discover the Source Star!

Discover the Source Star!

…

"Unexpected."

He murmured softly:

"You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there."

"I have searched almost all over Stone City. Except for the one on Lei Batian, I have never sensed the Source Star. There is one here."

However, judging from the shining brightness of Apokolips, it is still far away, and it should be hidden in the thick clouds.

The fog is thin and should be dispersed with a wave of hands.

But the fog here is very strange, as if it is imprisoned by an invisible force, and it cannot be blown away by the wind and does not move.

inside of.

Even more weird.

Even with the special characteristics of the wind, it was difficult to hear clearly what was inside. The mist seemed to confuse people's perception, which was why Zhou Jia stopped.

"Eagle's Nest..."

He tilted his body slightly and looked at a mountain man with a hunting knife in his hand, a medicine basket and a bow and arrow on his back, and a vigilant face. He handed over his hand politely:

"May I ask my husband, where is this place?"

"You came here, didn't you know?" The mountain man had just left the bushes when he encountered such a strange man, and he had already been wary of him.

Now he took a step back and said:

"This is Yunwu Mountain."

"That's it." Zhou Jia nodded:

"Thank you!"

As soon as the sound fell, the whole person disappeared on the spot.

He had also heard of the name of Yunwu Mountain. It was one of the two major fog scenes near Shicheng, alongside the Kirishima Branch in Tianshui Village.

Previously.

He also passed by nearby, but did not get close. After all, there were rumors that there were many ferocious beasts here, and sometimes even black iron monsters appeared.

Moreover, in the huge Yunwu Mountain, I am afraid that only here can I feel the Source Star above. Other places are too far away to feel it.

Thanks to someone showing the way.

Seeing the figure suddenly disappearing, the mountain people were startled, took a step back in a hurry, and ran into the forest in a panic, disappearing without a trace.

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"drive!"

"drive!"

The cavalry drove slowly towards the city gate. When they were less than a mile away from the city gate, the rider at the front gently pulled the reins to slow down.

"My lord."

Pei Ge looked back:

"It seems like something happened ahead?"

"Yes." Zhou Jia nodded and said calmly:

"Looking at it personally, we should be the ones handling the matter."

"yes!"

Pei Ge responded. With a wave of his hand, a person galloped over on horseback.

Not long after.

"My lord!"

The rider returns and reports back:

"Not long ago, Vice Gang Leader Qiu was surrounded and killed by people from Tianshui Village in South Yan Valley. The gang leader was furious and captured some Tianshui Village masters alive."

"Now, I want to be executed in public!"

"Execution?" Zhou Jia raised his head:

"But is there another way to say it?"

While talking, a group of people rode their horses to bypass the chaotic crowd and headed towards the city gate. Many members of the Tianhu Gang could be seen coming and going in the distance.

A busy scene.

"It's true."

The rider nodded:

"The people captured are all well-known figures in Tianshui Village. Among them are two black iron experts. Their martial arts are now useless."

"The gang leader announced that one person will be killed every day."

“Set as a warning to others!”

Kill one person every day?

Zhou Jia looked back at the crowded crowd. The chaotic noise there also made his ears buzz, and he had to stop and listen.

Although the listening quality is good, sometimes it is easily affected by noise.

"Is that Manager Zhou in front of me?"

At this time, a group of people rushed from the city gate to greet:

"Lin Nanhen, does Manager Zhou still remember me?"

"Lin Nanhen?" Zhou Jia nodded, remembering that the two had met once in Xiangyuan. The other person seemed to be someone close to Elder Jiuru:

"Brother Lin, is there something wrong?"

"Um."

Lin Nanhen nodded, his face filled with sadness:

"Due to the sneak attack on Tianshui Village, the deputy gang leader was killed and Elder Jiuru was seriously injured. Although the gang leader broke up Tianshui Village, he was heartbroken and ordered all gang members starting from him to observe mourning for three days."

"Three days later, send the souls of the deputy gang leader and others on their way."

"Lin is responsible for informing. Director Zhou's things are all here."

The so-called wearing of filial piety is not a complete set. Like Zhou Jia's, it only requires a white cloth strip wrapped around the waist. It is mainly a matter of situation.

But at this time, there are some things that are inconvenient to disturb.

The super-quality source can only be put aside for now, and we can talk about it after the matter is over.

Zhou Jia took the gift and nodded in agreement.

…………

"call……"

early morning,

The cold wind howled.

The withered yellow leaves were swirling on the ground, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Pedestrians huddled up one by one, looking tired as if they had not yet awakened from sleep, yawning, and walked towards their goals.

The morning tea shop has already opened.

Tofu nao is also on sale.

There were still as few people eating as ever.

The boiling water was emitting white smoke, and the smoke surrounded the tattered streamers, making the busy figures behind them somewhat blurry.

"Boss, a bowl of tofu puffs, two fried dough sticks, and a salted hard-boiled egg."

Zhou Jia said hello from a distance, skillfully pulled the stool and sat down against the wall. At the same time, he took out two chopsticks and swung them aside.

The chopsticks were taken out of the hot water. Although they didn't look good, they were clean and hygienic. However, they were wet, so he shook them out of habit.

And a spoon.

"Give."

Just as he was thinking to himself, someone handed him a spoon and said with a smile:

"You don't mind if the old man sits here?"

"Of course." Although there were still many empty seats in the field, Zhou Jia still didn't mind. He nodded and asked casually:

"The old gentleman doesn't come here often?"

"Um."

The man in front of him had white hair, a wrinkled face, a three-inch beard, and was very neatly groomed. His body was a little thin under the gray Taoist robe.

Like a farmer who is used to hard work.

The old man nodded when he heard the words, pulled up a stool and sat down:

“I came here often when I was young, but rarely come these years, mainly because I don’t have the same energy as before.”

"Little brother, do you come here often?"

He took the food plate sent by the stall owner with familiarity, arranged the food for the two of them one by one, picked up the fried dough stick and carefully tore off a piece, and explained:

"As you get older, you shouldn't eat too much, otherwise you won't be able to digest it."

"Indeed." Zhou Jia nodded:

"The taste here is pretty good. I'll come over and try it when I have time."

"Yes." The old man sighed with emotion:

"The taste in memory is always endless, especially in a place where you are unfamiliar with your life. It is even more rare and precious."

"Am I right?"

Zhou Jia's expression did not change, he gently stirred the tofu and took a sip:

"Where is the old gentleman from?"

"Chongqing." The old man smiled and said:

"A rough calculation shows that it has been fifty-three years!"

"I used to think that I would never forget the appearance of my hometown, but now, those memories have been blurred, and my old friends have disappeared one by one. Fortunately, I can still meet people who speak the local accent from time to time."

He sighed melancholy, glanced at Zhou Jia, lowered his head and ate the tofu porridge in small bites.

"So long..." Zhou Jia paused slightly:

"Eagle's Nest, where are all the people from?"

"That's not true." The old man shook his head:

"The nest was the product of an extinct race hundreds of years ago. It was later discovered, and the old man was among the first people to settle in it."

"Not many come from my hometown."

"Fortunately, the old man has some prestige there, and since the tribe members have joined the group to keep warm, we can have the final say on most things about the lair."

"Among the thirteen people, we account for seven."

"In this way..." Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

"Thank you for what happened yesterday." The old man looked up and said with a smile:

"Juniors always make people worry and cause trouble everywhere. Fortunately, I met an old friend and showed mercy, otherwise they might not know where they died."

"This is an unprovoked disaster." Zhou Jia said calmly:

"Just explain it."

"That's right." The old man nodded, sighed softly, and said helplessly:

"I'm afraid that young people are stubborn and unwilling to look back."

"Forgot to ask."

He looked at Zhou Jia:

"How long has it been since you've been here, little brother?"

"About five years."

"Five years? Remarkable!"

"When I first came here, it didn't matter if I was lucky."

The old man understood.

There are indeed some people who are unlucky when they are in the novice zone and achieve high-level results early. After they come out, they are expected to become black iron at a young age.

Zhou Jia, that should be the case.

"I'd like to visit the Eagle's Nest."

Zhou Jia put down the spoon, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands:

"Can the old gentleman make some arrangements?"

"..." The old man's eyes shrank, and after a long time he spoke in a deep voice:

"Once, we invited someone in, and he was also from our hometown. The old man naturally felt trusted."

"But not long after."

"People from the Su family and Xiaolang Island came to our door."

Zhou Jia paused and nodded slowly:

"I see."

It seems that even if you have the identity of an Earthling, it is not easy to go to the Eagle's Nest to get the Source Star.