C15 reentry forest

The morning of the second day, Ye Qiu picked up the black sword, as well as the nine throwing knives, and quietly went down the mountain. Last night, A Luoke told Yun Che that if he wanted to leave this Magic Beast Forest, it would take a very long time because this Magic Beast Forest was over three thousand kilometers long!

Shan Qiuairen Tribe was merely at the outskirts of the Magic Beast Forest, so passing through was practically impossible.

If one wanted to reach a city with people, then they would have to head towards the southeast, because the other places were all facing the sea, and it could be said that the Magic Beast Forest was the most remote place in the Bright Moon Continent.

During this month, Ye Qiu continuously fought with the beasts, and gradually found out a secret of the Shennong. So it turned out that the slow movement he saw before his eyes that time was only the effect of the Shennong.

Ye Qiu gradually discovered that as long as the Shennong was activated to a certain state, that kind of situation would occur. As for the fact that he had seen the flaw and his movements had also slowed down, Ye Qiu could not figure this out no matter how hard he tried.

Until one day the Demon God suddenly spoke out, Ye Qiu asked the Demon God this question. The Demon God was silent at that time. He didn't know how such a situation had occurred, but he knew that such a realm wasn't something that a rookie like Ye Qiu could reach.

Only Sky Realm warriors could reach that level. That was the ultimate skill of Sky Realm warriors!

Even back in the days when dark spirit cultivated, he had never heard of such a situation when he cultivated to the second layer of the dark spirit Arts. The Demon God only let out a long sigh.

Warriors had to go through thousands of battles in order to slowly comprehend the essence of the fight and gradually step into the Sky Realm. However, Ye Qiu had coincidentally comprehended this realm by chance. Although the majority of it was by relying on the wonders of the dark spirit, it was undeniable that he had fighting talent.

Ye Qiu had comprehended this concept, as long as he was willing to work hard, it was impossible for a Sky Realm expert to not be present. Even if there was a day when Ye Qiu said that he could become a god, the Demon God would definitely believe that Ye Qiu could become one.

The Demon God did not tell Ye Qiu the truth, but only told him why he was moving at a slow pace along with the others. Ye Qiu already had a very high position in his heart, maybe Ye Qiu was the first person he met who had some connections with him in the past countless of years. More importantly, it was the talent Ye Qiu displayed, as well as his diligent training.

Ye Qiu sat on a rock as he gasped for breath, but he could not hide the joy in his eyes. From the day he left the mountain, Ye Qiu knew that after going through the Fire Phoenix's body tempering, his physique had greatly increased. But he never thought that he would be strong to this extent.

After running over a hundred kilometers, other than feeling a little breathless, Ye Qiu basically did not feel anything else. He could feel that his physical strength was slowly recovering, and every breath he took was visibly recovering.

Even the wounds from the fight with the fire beasts from a few days ago had already healed. It seemed that not only had his physical strength increased, but the healing speed had also increased after the training of the Fire Phoenix.

Thinking back to that body tempering experience from one month ago, Ye Qiu couldn't help but shudder. At that time, he didn't even know how he made it out of it. However, there was at least a reward, and the reward was just too shocking. If it was another time refining his body, Ye Qiu might even be willing to do it.

Ye Qiu stroked the black sword in his bosom. In this past month, he had escaped death several times by relying on the sharpness of this sword.

The moon was setting and the stars were sinking. It was another day.

Ye Qiu stood at the summit of a mountain with black sword in hand. His body was upright as he faced the morning sun, and began his day of morning training.

"Ha", Ye Qiu pulled out the sword, thrusted directly at it, and retracted it. It was a dull and simple action, but Ye Qiu would cultivate it repeatedly every day without a single trace of boredom.

Ye Qiu's techniques did not have any tricks, what he sought was absolute speed, to kill with a single blow. In Ye Qiu's words, I'm basically just an assassin in a frontal battle. No, it's Xi Men Yu and Feng Xue, their enemies are all dead!

Ye Qiu suddenly bent his body, grabbed a handful of fallen leaves and scattered them towards the sky. The black sword in his right hand quickly stabbed forward, and with every strike, accurately piercing the leaves until they fell to the ground.

Ye Qiu reached his hand out to pluck the leaves on the sword tip. Looking at the leaves on the ground, he muttered: "When can I catch a leaf that isn't falling at all in one strike? "Right now, it's no more than five thorny leaves, sigh!"

That day, the Demon God had told him that the reason why his movement and consciousness could not keep up was because his body's reaction was too slow, which was also because the speed at which he attacked was too slow. As such, Ye Qiu trained arduously, hoping that one day, his body's reaction would be synchronized with his own consciousness.

Other than practicing his sword techniques everyday, Ye Qiu did not forget to practice throwing daggers! Combined with his understanding of throwing daggers in novels and his past month of cultivation, Ye Qiu gradually understood the characteristics of the flying daggers.

It was three inches long and two fingers wide, its entire body was pitch black, and this was Ye Qiu's throwing knife.

He wanted to learn Li Xunhuan's technique, but he was not at that level yet, so he could see where the throwing knives were. However, Ye Qiu decided that after the throwing knives were cultivated to their peak, he would not leave them outside, as this way, he would not be able to catch them off guard.

Ye Qiu weighed the slightly heavy throwing knives in his hand, and with a swipe, all nine of them flew out. Weak puffing sounds came from a large tree that was a hundred meters away from Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu heard it very clearly. There were no less than nine chimes, so there was naturally no more. Ye Qiu smiled as he walked over. Right now, his throwing dagger skills were barely passable, at least within a hundred metres, he would not miss.

Thinking back to the first time he practiced throwing knives, Ye Qiu couldn't help but want to laugh. At a distance of five meters, only one of the nine throwing knives had pierced into the tree. As for the other throwing knives, either they had missed their target or they had completely deviated from their target.

From then on, there was another outsider in Magic Beast Forest, a fourteen year old teenager who was crazily cultivating, completely disturbing the peaceful lives of the Demon Beasts.

Ye Qiu kept walking in the same direction, whenever he met any beasts, he would fight. With a complete victory, without any injuries, he would continue to walk forward, looking for a place to recuperate and train his sword and throwing daggers. As for the Shennong, Ye Qiu would train every day.

If he was hungry, he would eat the flesh of the demonic beast. If he was thirsty, he would drink the blood of the demonic beast. He was tired, so he found a place to rest for a while. Then, he continued to move forward. He was tired, so he found a tree hole that could shelter him from wind and rain, or a cave to sleep in.

Ye Qiu who had slowly adapted to life in the Magic Beast Forest had one more thing on her body, and that was a rock. She tied the stone behind her back and proceeded forward. The stone weighed 50 Jin was slowly increasing in weight. 100 Jin … 200 Jin …

Eating and sleeping, even fighting Ye Qiu was carrying a boulder on his back, and had never put it down before.

This kind of cultivation, made Ye Qiu's strength rise crazily.

The clothes he was wearing was long gone. A simple apron made of beast skin, wrapped around his body, with nine black throwing knives stuck in the beast skin around his waist. Holding onto the sword, he walked forward barefooted, and that was Ye Qiu.