In the dense forest, the clouds and mist are shrouded.

  The water vapor is heavy, and the cold air is gradually rising.

  Duke, who had disappeared from his body, was moving close to the ground, silent in his movements, without a trace.

  "The taste is getting closer, and it looks like it's just ahead!"

  Smelling the increasingly rich smell in the air, Duke's heart was also excited, and he was about to find his dog.

  Find the dog back this time, and you'll have to watch it later.

  Again, Duke can't stand it.

  How can I let someone else take my dog away?

  You think the dog is good-looking and valuable, so you take the dog away.

  I see that your daughter-in-law looks like a flower, can I take your daughter-in-law away? However, thinking about it

  , Duke's movements were not slow at all, and the cat, which passed through the vast mist, suddenly stopped his steps and looked forward intently while his ears twitched.

  In the vast mist, several figures walked back and forth.

  Because cats themselves are much smaller than people, even if they are adult cats, if you want to see people, you need to look up from the perspective.

  At this moment, Duke was entrenched under a tree, his ears were turned back, and his eyes were condensed into a vertical line, looking at these figures, feeling the vibration as they moved, and listening to their words.

  "Hey, you said that we stayed in Qingxuan Mountain well, why did we come to this Yunwu Mountain where birds don't shit for no reason."

  "Who said no, just after the New Year, the spring festival is just around the corner, and I don't know what the master thinks, so he brought us to Steaming Cloud Mountain."

  "Although Steaming Cloud Mountain is our eight views of Yunzhou, it is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and the clouds and mist do not disperse all year round, not only is it inconvenient to see, but the cold and humidity are also very heavy."

  "It's only been on duty for half an hour, and my clothes are getting wet!"

  .........

  As he spoke, Duke's ears twitched, and he cautiously stepped forward, his body close to the ground, his limbs slowly moving forward, his tail and torso in a midline, parallel to the ground.

  As he got closer, Duke could see the face of the man who spoke.

  It was three young men dressed in uniform clothes, each holding a long sword and whispering with their heads and chests.

  Glancing at the three young men, Duke walked around them and continued on.

  Walking out of the distance of three or five meters, the sound of Ding Boiling suddenly came, and when he looked again, Duke's eyelids jumped.

  Twenty or thirty men were busy working around an open field, tents had been erected, bonfires were about to burn, and the mountain beasts, which had just bled out, were skinned and torn apart.

  Although it seems to be hectic, it is hidden and orderly.

  And several tents have been erected, and looking at their packages, it seems that they are ready for a protracted war.

  "What are you planning to do with such a big battle?"

  Duke, who blinked, didn't think clearly, when a shrill howl in the distance made him look over.

  It's the voice of thirteen!

  The cat, who followed the sound, found that the sound was coming from a tent, and as soon as he reached the tent entrance, Duke heard a series of strange laughs.

  "Puppy, don't bark, don't be afraid!"

  "Come, let my sister kiss you!"

  "If you let my sister kiss her, my sister will give you meat and drink grandma!"

  "Rebellion? It's useless to resist, you just obey me!

  "Wha!!"

  .......

  While the strange laughter that made the cat's heart tremble frequently, the people in the camp were busy with their own things.

  "Thirteen, is this in the hands of some pervert?"

  Duke, who poked his head into the tent, saw only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, who was holding thirteen and masturbating indiscriminately.

  Thirteen was strangled by one of the girl's arms, and the girl's other hand was caressing Thirteen's hair indiscriminately.

  Thirteen struggled desperately, but he had no ability to resist, so he could only let the girl do something to him.

  "Tsk, it turned out to be a little girl."

  Duke pursed his lips and paced closer to the girl, looking at the back of the girl's head, his paws opening and shrinking uneasily.

  "Just knock you unconscious, and run away with the dog?"

  As soon as Duke's thought arose, he was quickly strangled to death, "No, there are too many people here, even if you are knocked unconscious, you can't run far with the dog's feet alone."

  "It also puts us in a more dangerous situation."

  "Especially if you haven't figured out the reality here, it's even harder to start."

  "You can only look at the situation first, and then act on the opportunity!"

  The cat, who gave up the idea of knocking the girl unconscious, simply squatted on the ground sitting next to the girl, staring at the girl with a faint eye.

  The girl didn't notice this, and just blindly teased Thirteen.

  Thirteen has a faceless face at the moment, Brother Cat, where are you, come and save the dog!

  Otherwise, your dog will really be in trouble!

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  "Senior sister!"

  The curtain of the tent was lifted, and out of the outside came a sword-eyed young man, and as soon as the young man showed his head, he said, "Master called you over."

  "Hey, I've just come back and sat down for less than an hour, what's the matter with my father?".

  The girl was a little reluctant, but the young man smiled softly and said with relief: "It's not a bad thing after all!

  "Okay, just go."

  The girl picked up Thirteen and followed the young man out of the tent, while Duke followed behind them.

  With the same dust as light, the martial artists under the innate can't see him at all, and they can't feel him.

  Moreover, the level of martial artists in the outside world is uneven, and the innate realm seems to be very rare.

  As long as he is not an innate realm or an initiator, he cannot be seen.

  When following the girl and the young man to a tent in the center of the camp, Duke also saw a middle-aged uncle with a mature face and an extraordinary temperament, sitting cross-legged on a futon with a long sword on his knee.

  "Bell."

  As soon as the middle-aged uncle spoke, the girl holding thirteen pouted.

  "Father."

  "Now that the situation in Steaming Cloud Mountain is chaotic, don't run around."

  Seeing that his daughter was like this, the middle-aged uncle also sighed, when will this girl grow up.

  "But I'm going to be bored if I stay here all the time!"

  The girl known as the bell puffed out her cheeks very reluctantly.

  "Then you can't run around, that barbarian hid in Steaming Cloud Mountain, now I don't know how many masters are looking for him, everyone from the three sects and nine streams is here, you are not good, but you have just become a good person, if you meet a righteous person, it's fine, but if you meet a person with a bad heart, what if you run away?"

  "Father, with my senior brother following me, what can happen to me?"

  Ling'er hid behind the young man Zijin, and Zijin said at the right time: "Master, I look like a little junior sister, I won't let her have an accident."

  "Hmph, you're used to her!"

  The middle-aged uncle shook his head, and when Ling'er saw that this matter had been revealed, he immediately laughed.

  "Master, how long are we going to stay in this Steaming Cloud Mountain?"

  While Zijin asked softly, the girl Ling'er also made a noise, "That's it, father!"

  "The spring festival is about to start, I have made an appointment with my little sisters to go to the spring festival together, how long are we going to stay here?"

  "At least three or five days, at most half a month, see when those people can find that barbarian!"

  The master of Qingxuanmen sighed, and the girl Ling'er tilted her head and said, "Father, is the tongue-changing grass that the barbarian is carrying really important?"

  "It's not important to change the tongue grass, what matters is the innate pill in the Qiu family's bounty."

  The master of the Qingxuanmen Sect stroked the long sword on his knee and muttered to himself: "If you want to achieve innateness, there are only two ways!"

  "One of these ....."

  Before the master of the Qingxuanmen opened his mouth, the girl Ling'er directly preemptively said: "One is to comprehend the condensation of the gods and comprehend the momentum of heaven and earth." The divine will will break through the chaos in the body, give birth to innate qi, and return to the innate after tomorrow!

  "The second is to take the pill ladder and use the power of the pill to break through the innate level."

  "Father, how many times have you said it, I will memorize it."

  The girl Ling'er is very disgusted with her father's chattering energy.

  "Let's enter this steaming cloud mountain, isn't it just to change the tongue grass. If you get the tongue changing grass, you will take it to the Qiu family to exchange it for your innate pill.

  "As for the grinding and chirping?"

  "You're still young, what do you know?"

  The Qingxuanmen Lord snorted coldly, "If you want to get that tongue-changing grass, you have to take down that barbarian!"

  "But how can that barbarian kill if he wants?"

  "Let's not say that he is domineering in kung fu, let's just say that he was raised by a bear in the mountains since he was a child, and his intuition is almost a beast, and he is born with divine power."

  "If you want to take him down, you must be fully prepared, and setting up camp is only the first step!"

  "Senior sister, don't be impatient, Master naturally has his plans!"

  The young man Zijin also comforted his junior sister with kind words, but the girl Ling'er rolled her eyes, "What are you going to do?"

  "Do you rely on his broken sword that hasn't been pulled out for more than ten years?"

  "Dead girl, this Qingxuan Sword has been conceived and raised for decades with the Qingxuan Sword Cultivation Sword Method in the Gate, which can be said to be cultivated with my life.

  If it doesn't come out, it's amazing.

  Even if that barbarian practices kung fu no matter how domineering he is, he can't match the power of my sword.

  How can you understand the key to this?

  As soon as the Qingxuanmen master said this, the cat shook his beard and looked at the sword on his knee.

  Lives together?

  Can it be refined?