"Bright moon!"

"What did you say?"

"Bright...moon!"

"Tell me again! I seem to be deaf!!!"

"Mingyue, you've shocked your ears, it'll be fine in a while!"

"Oh, you called my name just now, right?"

Next to the 'Fire Pit', Lan Li wiped the dirt from her face, and looked at Qingfeng's mouth opening and closing in front of her, and couldn't tell what it felt like.

He is a time traveler! He is still traveling from a social system that is perfect in industry to an ancient era when industrial starts not begin!

What happened? The soil explosives were actually wrapped in dust by the ancients?

Is there anything more detrimental in this world than this?

God's thunder!!!!

When he found that he could not hear the sound clearly, Lan Li was completely disappointed. At this moment, he didn't even think about seeking revenge on Wu Kaishan. He just squatted on the ground and kept pursing his ears, hoping that his ears would have the possibility of "rescuing".

Go to the hell of all the peerless magical skills and rare treasures!

If anyone can hear his ears, Lan Li promised that he could set up a golden body for the other party and offer it like a saint...

Seeing that Lan Li suddenly became decadent, Qingfeng, who had just gotten up from the ground, hurried to Zhuo Yihang: "Senior Brother, this... look at Mingyue, is his ears really deaf?"

When he said this, Qingfeng was also a little guilty.

His master Zhang Zhenren has not exploded the furnace once or twice. Qingfeng still understands the sequelae of using the sky-bombing thunder, and now he is completely concerned and confused.

"Mingyue is fine, it's just that it's too close to you just now, just take a break."

Zhuo Yihang looked over Lanli, and saw that his ears were not bleeding, so he comforted Qingfeng.

Then Zhuo Yihang carried his eight-sided Han sword toward the trap position.

Booming the sky thunder, an auxiliary product produced by the ancestor Zhang Zhenren of Wudang when he was alchemy of the golden elixir.

Well, at least in the door, this is how it is passed.

In fact, Zhuo Yihang knew in his heart that the gunpowder that created the sky-blasting thunder was armed in the army as early as the Northern Song Dynasty, and his master made the "by-product" of the sky-blasting thunder, which was just a name and took out some things to defend themselves for these younger disciples.

After walking a few steps to the trap where the flames were still on. Zhuo Yihang looked down and saw the black bear in the ground of the big pit curled up in a corner, lying there motionless, and there was still flame burning on his body.

"I was hit by a thunder in the sky, and I don't know if this beast is dead."

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that the flames under the pit were completely extinguished, Zhuo Yihang nodded to the three junior brothers who were pulling the fish scale net, then lifted a corner of the fish net and jumped down by himself.

Even if he was not dead, the black bear was still half-dead, and he, the senior brother of Wudang, naturally set an example now and went down to take a look!

Zhuo Yihang got off the fire pit. Seeing this, the three people guarding the fishing net also withdrew the fishing net made of cold silk in their hands and stood beside the pit to force Zhuo Yihang.

"Senior Brother, are there any problems?" Fang Yue asked.

No one paid attention to him.

Lan Li is temporarily deaf, and the three of them are closer together, so they are naturally even more miserable than Lan Li!

Ten seconds later, Fang Yue called Wu Kaishan beside him and cursed: "You bastard!"

Wu Kaishan: "???"

"What did you say? Let's say louder! I can't hear it!"

Seeing this, Fang Yue put on a trumpet in front of his mouth: "I said, you, yes, Wang, Ba, egg!"

When Wu Kaishan heard this, he nodded happily: "You don't have to invite me to dinner when you look back. Just hide the jar of old wine and I'll order it!"

Fang Yue: "..."

The disciples who just ran over from behind: "..."

Brother Wu isn't really deaf, right?

The disciples with good ears looked strange. I wonder if Senior Brother Wu’s ears will cause trouble for Senior Brother Fang later.

Bai He and the others ran to the trap, and Lan Li said a few words to comfort Qingfeng. After feeling that his ears were relieved, they also followed.

Then......

"Senior brother, don't move! Let me go!!!"

After the words came to an end, Lan Li had already jumped down the edge of the trap towards the pit.

Below the trap, Zhuo Yihang, who was about to use the Han sword in his hand to deal with the black bear, was stunned when he heard the sound, and then he saw Lan Li 'rolling' down from the trap.

It's really rolling!

The two-meter-high trap, more than seven meters, jumped down from the three-story building!

If they hadn't dug this trap rigorously enough and had a few places to borrow power, I'm afraid that this jump would have caused Renli to jump and break...

Seeing his junior brother jumping down like he was desperate, Zhuo Yihang's mouth twitched a few times: "Mingyue, are you?"

"Ah, senior brother, look, because of this black bear, my ears are deaf. If I don't kill him with my own hands, I will not be willing to give up!"

Lan Li didn't hear what Zhuo Yihang was saying. This was just an excuse he thought about when he saw Zhuo Yihang's actions!

As for why?

From Renli's perspective, the black bear's head is shown in such a handwriting.

......

【Black Bear Spirit 1 Skeleton (nearly dying)】

......

The black bear spirit with a skeleton level! I don’t know how much combat power is higher than him! I’m still in a dying state!

If Lan Li doesn’t get the experience of delivering it to the door, he will regret it for the rest of his life!!!

As for whether Zhuo Yihang has any opinions on this?

Let's try it first!

......

......

As it turned out, Zhuo Yihang had no objection to Lan Li's attempt to steal the head. After hearing that Lan Li wanted to kill the black bear with his own hands, Zhuo Yihang just smiled and handed over the eight-sided sword in his hand:

"Junior Brother Mingyue, be careful, this sword is of great weight."

Well, this is just a waste of time. Lan Li couldn't hear it at all. Seeing Zhuo Yihang handing over the sword, he also wanted to take it with one hand.

Bang.

Unable to hold one, the eight-sided Han Jian fell directly to the ground.

Above the pit, Taoist boys who saw this scene couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Beside Lan Li, Zhuo Yihang also laughed silently.

Lan Li felt helpless when she was laughed at by everyone. There was no way. His body had not grown yet. Everyone was a child, so it was necessary to be teased.

"That, my hands are small, I didn't hold it."

After explaining, Lan Li grabbed the sword again.

This time I lifted the Han sword with both hands.

As soon as Jian started, Lan Li raised it up and felt a sense of gratitude for Zhuo Yihang's hand strength.

I don’t know what material this sword was made of, but although it looks similar to the model sword he placed at home in his previous life, it is far more weighty.

"I'm afraid it's not twenty kilograms..."

After muttering, Lan Li swung the Han sword with his eyes shiny.

That's right! Just swing!

With the strength of swinging the sledgehammer, he smashed the sword towards the black bear spirit's head!

With a bang.

Next second.
Chapter completed!