Late at night, the sky is covered with a layer of black gauze, through which a hint of faint blue can be seen, as if covering or concealing something.
The coolness seeped in quietly, and there was a hint of itchiness in his nostrils. Rong Jian snorted softly from the tip of his nose, and his closed eyes moved, but did not open.
It was only the first half of the night, and according to their assignment, Dong Shao was the one on night watch, so... based on his trust in his "brother", Rong Jian slept more peacefully.
It was as if someone was playing a prank with a delicate feather, constantly tickling his nose... Rong Jian couldn't help but sneeze and opened his eyes.
The veil, still scented with fragrance, fell on her face, followed by an itchy feeling.
The stunning beauty was sitting cross-legged in the air, holding one of her feet in each hand, looking up at the sky with a leisurely expression.
This is none other than his own spirit weapon that had transformed into the size of a normal human at some point in time.
Rong Jian had no expression on his face.
"Hey, little Jianjian is awake! That's perfect..." Fu's entire body slowly floated out of the tent. "There's a surprise tonight!"
Rong Jian's eyes moved and his expression suddenly became solemn.
According to the nature of one's own spirit, it is normal to think about how to play and how to play pranks all the time.
But now, there is a touch of seriousness that is visible to the naked eye.
Surprise, will something happen?
Rong Jian immediately turned over and sat up, glanced at Lu Qinggu and Feng Xing'er who were sleeping soundly on the other side of the tent, put on his coat, and walked out of the tent.
Then, his face turned dark.
Dong Shao, the man who was supposed to be keeping watch at night, was leaning against a tree, breathing softly and sleeping soundly.
He really is an unreliable guy.
Rong Jian walked over a few steps, raised his foot, and kicked him without any hesitation.
Although this kick did not use spiritual power, it was still quite powerful, but... as expected, the scene of Dong Shao waking up and cursing at him did not occur.
The boy's body was like an empty shell without a support, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".
Under Rong Jian's incredulous gaze, Dong Shao lay on the ground, continuing to make the same soothing sound as before.
It was like just changing the sleeping position casually.
wrong!
Rong Jian's nerves quickly tensed up and he looked around vigilantly.
When he walked out of the tent, he noticed the presence of fog, but did not pay attention to it.
It is normal for there to be fog at night, not to mention that the vision is clear, allowing him to see Dong Shao's position clearly from dozens of meters away.
But in this short moment, the fog around him quickly became thicker, and when he turned around, he could no longer see where the tent was.
There must be something fishy going on with this concentration of fog!
Rong Jian walked up to Dong Shao with a cold face and kicked him again, "Are you still alive?"
Naturally, there was no response.
With a light sigh, Rong Jian kicked down a few more times... Don't get me wrong, he just wanted to wake Dong Shao from his sleep.
If this kind of stimulation can't wake him up, other methods will be useless.
After trying it, Rong Jian had to admit that Dong Shao’s current condition was definitely not as simple as just sleeping... Well, it was really just a simple attempt.
Standing up with his feet retracted, Rong Jian mobilized the spiritual power in his body to keep himself in the best condition, and was always alert to the movements around him.
Several of his companions fell into a coma, which meant that he was the only one who was still awake and able to fight.
Dong Shao couldn't wake up even after all this trouble. I guess it's the same for Lu Qinggu and Feng Xing'er.
The fact that he was able to wake up must have been due to Fu's efforts.
Thick fog blocked his view. Rong Jian tried his best to see but could only barely see the area within a radius of three meters around him.
We don’t know who the enemy behind the scenes is, nor do we know the enemy’s purpose, let alone when the enemy will launch an attack.
All the unknowns piled up together, bringing a feeling of helplessness and panic.
Rong Jian pursed his lips and called out in his heart.
"Fu? What's going on?"
He was responded with silence, as if the spirit that had just led him out of the tent did not exist.
Rong Jian frowned, a hint of annoyance on his face.
The feeling of being unable to do anything and only being alert to the surroundings and passively defending is really unpleasant.
Time passed by little by little, the gray fog drifted slowly, and there was only silent silence all around.
Suddenly, Fu's chuckle sounded in his heart. Rong Jian's expression changed and he became alert.
“Swish!”
The long sword flashed with cold light and split the black fog, revealing its sharp edge, and fell down at an extremely fast speed.
Rong Jian looked solemn. He casually took out an iron sword from his storage ring and raised it to block.
With Fu's reminder, Rong Jian's movements did not slow down.
The moment the long sword appeared, he quickly transferred his spiritual power to his arms, used the Gengjin Arm, and then used the power of martial arts to hold the sword to block the sword.
The knife and the sword collided with each other, making a crisp sound of golden swords.
The man with the knife then retreated and merged into the black fog, disappearing without a trace.
Rong Jian's right arm was trembling, and it was obvious that he had suffered a great loss in this collision.
"Who is it? What a strong man!"
Rong Jian spoke in his heart, expressing his doubts while also asking his own spirit.
Fu appeared beside him, a sneer on his face, "Interesting stuff!"
Then he looked at Rong Jian who was standing beside him, "Well, today is the perfect opportunity to test the results of your training these days!"
Facing the kid's puzzled look, Fu grinned and said, "I won't do anything. I'll see how you perform."
Upon hearing this, Rong Jian pursed his lips and nodded, indicating that he understood.
Since Fu could say such words, it proved that he could definitely deal with the unknown person in front of him.
It’s just that the process may not be as easy as before.
He concentrated his attention and made sure that the movements around him were under his control so that he would not fail to notice the man's sudden attack.
The current situation is extremely unfavorable to him. The surrounding black fog seriously obstructs his vision, but it has no effect on the enemy.
In other words, in this battle, he was in a passive situation and could only wait for that person to appear so that he could launch a counterattack.
"Hu, hu..." A slight breathing sound came from the side, and Rong Jian glanced over it.
But he saw that his own spirit took out colorful nail polish from somewhere and was painting it on his tender pink nails with a small brush, while gently breathing on his nails.
Rong Jian: "..." Where the hell do you, a spirit weapon, get so many bizarre things? Also, didn't you conjure this image? Can't you just create any color you want?
However, it seems that a few days ago, someone was equally relaxed on the tense battlefield...
At this moment, Rong Jian's vigilance seemed to relax a little, and his defense around him also weakened.
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