Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Zhang Song was not careless. Less than half a year had passed since the three tribes had been in seclusion when someone set their sights on Qiu Biao.

Qiu Biao is a second-level warrior and a disciple of General Dali’s mansion. If something really happens to him, Shiniuzhai will definitely be in chaos for a while.

However, Qiu Biao himself did not care. He must have a backup plan. He grew up in the general's mansion and was able to live in this remote mountain village. There was nothing he had not seen before.

Zhang Song gathered his thoughts and watched Qiu Biao and a dozen veterans from the patrol team go into the mountains early the next morning.

Then he sighed, turned around, and said, "Since the girl is here, why don't you show yourself and have a chat."

"This word is very literary, like someone from Dali." Mu Jin's face was filled with joy and happiness of reunion: "But I like to listen to it."

"Uh... I'll change it."

"Hehe, you are so funny."

Hibiscus is like the girl next door, smiling quietly and naturally, holding the corners of her clothes with both hands, standing gently beside the flowers, with curiosity, wonder and admiration flashing in her eyes.

Zhang Song really couldn't stand this. It wasn't just a matter of limited vision, he just felt too comfortable in his heart.

"Miss Mu, it's okay. See you later."

"Zhang Song, you... why are you like this? I came here to help you. I saw a lot of surveillance insects around."

"Surveillance? Ha, why are you monitoring me?"

Zhang Song's heart moved. He had sensed something recently, but it was not clear and he did not take it to heart. But now that Mu Jin mentioned it, he believed it a little more.

"Hey, how can you be like this?"

Zhang Song left very decisively. This girl looked too much like someone who would bring disaster to the country and the people. She was also the type he liked, with graceful eyebrows and the kind that made people feel pity for her.

Zhang Song's own room was very clean. There was a small tea stove on the table, with white smoke bubbling out of the tea.

Mu Jin sat down quietly beside her and took the teacup that Zhang Song pushed over to her.

"I know you're angry with me."

"I do not have."

Mu Jin smiled softly and said softly: "My perception is very sensitive, it can't be wrong."

Zhang Song's face was calm as he calculated the gap between himself and his opponent. He was now considered a peak first-level figure and had personally killed second-level warriors. He was no longer the little miner who could not even afford the Qi training powder and could only mine half a year ago.

But the other party was so confident that he thought it would be better not to argue with a woman.

"The one who is targeting you is a Foundation Establishment Realm expert. I can't afford to offend him, but I can tell you why you are being targeted."

Zhang Song said nothing, picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.

"Forget it. You're also implicated by me." Mu Jin slowly told him about the prayer flag.

Zhang Song was speechless. Is it really that serious? They put so much effort and risked their lives just for a flag that was torn in half.

"The Mo family's ancestor accepted you as his personal disciple."

"The Mo family is also friendly to you."

"The Mo family is the rival of the Liao family. Do you think they will let you go?"

Zhang Song sighed. This woman's IQ was just this little bit of wisdom, and she was still fanning the flames. "As long as Master Yu Youzi is safe, no one will touch me."

"Miss Mu, if you have nothing else, please go back."

"Do me a small favor, it's very simple, just let me stay by your side for three days." She didn't know why, but she felt that she would be safe if she stayed by this person's side.

This is currently the only way to avoid being tracked down by the Golden Core Master.

"I'll give you level 32 spiritual spring water."

"One pound."

Mu Jin nodded softly and reluctantly: "Okay."

Zhang Song glanced at her. This girl was so terrifying, not only in terms of her realm and strength.

……

Liao Yuan stood on the top of the mountain, looking towards the wooden houses and bamboo buildings of the hunting team.

"I can't find it if I hide it here?"

The silver-white golden insect in his hand was already turning, pointing to the barracks, and at the precise point, it was Zhang Song's residence.

"Huh?" Surprise showed on Liao Yuan's calm face, with a captivating light in his eyes as he looked towards the rolling hills in the distance.

"There, the prayer flag is on the hilly mountain. I should have thought of it earlier." He leaped up and flew quickly towards the hilly mountain like a big bird.

The fake prayer flag that their family had refined had a response. Although the flag was fake, the talisman stripes and spell patterns on the flag were exactly the same. It was made of six kinds of precious third-level treasures and was refined for three years. Its quality had reached that of a mid-level treasure.

Mu Jin's heart was shaken, and the half-bare flagpole in her arms actually reacted.

"Brother Song, the Hilly Mountain is open, don't you want to go and take a look?"

Zhang Song sent the small gourd containing spiritual water into the immortal palace. The storage bag was just a cover, and it was now empty.

I am still poor. I have a handbag but no gold coins or spirit stones.

In a cave on a hilly mountain, Yu Youzi, who was healing his wounds, was slightly stunned. The seal inside the cave unexpectedly loosened, as if something had broken out of the ground.

"Jiao monster?" His expression changed at first, and then he was surprised. Why did it feel like the prayer flag was missing?

Not only had she seen the prayer flags, she had also used them herself, so she had a clear and direct feeling about them.

Since the prayer flag was broken and damaged, it naturally had to return to the village, or to be more precise, to the vicinity of Niuwangjia, because here it had the things it needed to recover.

Two more old men wearing Dali Confucian robes stood up in a small pavilion on a nearby mountain.

"Master Shen, what are you doing?"

"I came across something interesting. I'll go check it out."

Shen Zhen is one of the presidents of Dali Academy. The title of Grandmaster is a recognition of his knowledge, not his martial arts level.

The academy came to outside the territory to collect medicinal herbs, and he and another teacher watched over them in secret.

Boom!

The hills and mountains exploded. A corner of the tall peak collapsed, rocks flew everywhere, and large pine trees rolled in the soil and were uprooted. The area for a thousand miles shook. The collapsed peak was like being smashed by a sledgehammer, and the cracks formed a spider web that extended in all directions, which made people stunned and terrified.

Zhang Songteng stood up, rushed outside, and looked towards the hills with his spiritual eyes.

In the air, there was an elder from the village walking on the rocks on the top of the mountain with a long sword in his hand. The blood and energy behind him evaporated and condensed into the shadow of a wild bull, which looked domineering and ferocious, as if it wanted to crash into the sky and earth and crush the mountains and rivers.

Jindan, a third-level warrior, has the power of uniting heaven and earth and possesses supreme might when he attacks.

Opposite him was an old man in Confucian robes, with a sharp face, deep eyes, and full of wisdom as if he could see through everything. The sleeves of his Confucian robes were flying, and his clothes were fluttering, making him look otherworldly.

There is a ruler in his right hand, and every time he swings it, it looks like dragons and snakes flying away with great agility, or iron paintings and silver hooks with magnificent momentum.

The two men fought hard and neither could do anything to the other in a short period of time.

Mu Jin's face was pale and she looked sickly, but her eyes were sparkling with excitement and yearning. "That is Liao Yuan, the current patriarch of the Liao family. He is at the primary stage of the Golden Core and is 160 years old."

"The one who is watching you is his son Liao Gui."

"Brother Song, they are so bad."

Zhang Song ignored him. On the hills and mountains, countless people were running away. The fastest one among them was a woman in her fifties. She didn't fly away, but moved quickly close to the ground.

The master is the owner of the Jinguan Cave. His strength is unclear, but he is more than seventy years older than the Liao family member.

Was he being chased by someone or bitten by a ferocious beast?

Rumble.

The sound of the huge rock eruption and the huge roar made everyone tremble with fear.

There was an earthquake on Zhang Song's side and the houses collapsed. Many people lost their balance and fell to the ground.

The hills and mountains were in a state of panic as if the end of the world, especially the huge roars, which made people's legs and feet sore. Over 100 people, both men and women, were killed or injured by stones.

Some of the weak and elderly people were frightened to death by the roar.

The members of the hunting team experienced life and death, gathered in front of their respective captains, and rushed out madly. If they were a little slower, they would be swept away by the mudslide and disappeared without a trace.