The sunset is shining at night, and the sky is full of red glow.

The wind in the mountains and forests and wilderness blew from the north in gusts of air, with a bit of chill.

Nearly 1,000 monks sat on the ground, or in groups of three or five, or lived alone in a corner, each with their own movements.

Some were talking in a whisper, and some were cultivating as if no one was around, without worrying about being attacked by other monks, and everyone knew very well in their hearts that if someone made some small moves here and now, Ye Bai would be the first to tear him apart.

Many junior cultivators had their eyes burning on Ye Bai, with an undisguised look of expectation in their eyes.

The details about Ye Bai's first lead of the monks to the Northern Expedition to the Soul Clan have long been rumored, and the most exciting thing for many monks is that Ye Bai gave high-grade magic weapons and high-level spells, and there is no shortage of monks in this team.

Hai Langlan was also with Guo Baiyun, looking at Ye Bai.

Of course, the two of them are not greedy for Ye Bai's things, but to see what he will do this time.

Both of them are monks with excellent minds, and after experiencing the first failure, they both faintly feel in their hearts that Ye Bai's original approach was a little inappropriate, but Ye Bai is the leader of this team after all, and his strength is too much beyond them, so it is difficult to say anything.

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Under the shade of the old tree, in the soundproof light curtain, Ye Bai and Zuo Yuan stood opposite each other, listening quietly.

The cultivators didn't know what Lu Dao Zuo Yuan said, but they could clearly feel that Ye Bai's face, which was unusually gentle before to greet everyone, gradually became solemn and cold, and there was even a faint hint of blade on the angular facial lines.

After a small half of the tea, Zuo Yuan waved his hand, removed the soundproof light curtain, ignored everyone's gaze, and crossed his knees on the ground. Meditate with your eyes closed, as if you are doing your own thing.

Ye Bai was grim, and as if he had made up his mind, he strode into the air, and the sound of his feet vibrated in the wilderness.

The monk who was talking suddenly stopped talking.

Meditating monks. then wake up in an instant.

The eyes of all the cultivators fell on Ye Bai together, and they all knew that he had something to say.

In the wilderness, there was silence at once, only the sound of the wind blew.

After Ye Bai was five or six feet off the ground, he froze his body, and after briefly sweeping everyone around, he immediately said coldly: "Everyone, I know what many of you are thinking. But today I won't give you a magic weapon, pass on the same spell to you, what you want, go to the soul clan and grab it yourself!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, and everyone's expressions were different.

Hai Langlan, Guo Baiyun and others. Look at each other and smile.

Mo Er glanced at Zuo Yuan, and knew that this old man must have given Ye Bai some guidance.

The thin Lu Wu. There was a flash of lightning in his eyes, and his eyes were full of approval, compared to Dai Xianfeng's domineering nature, what Ye Bai lacked was this ruthlessness to let go, not only to himself, but also to those who followed him. The so-called mercy is not in charge of the army, this is the truth.

The eyes of more monks showed disappointment, especially the juniors in the Jindan period.

Ye Bai stood with his hands in his hands, and the green robe was hunting with the wind. The black hair fluttered, and the pupils were like candles, like gods, shooting into the eyes of every monk.

The heavy coercion was silently enveloped.

The color of the people's discussion gradually faded away until it was nothing.

Ye Bai spoke again: "If you feel very disappointed, you can leave now, I and anyone else will not stop you, and after two days and two nights, you can return to Yujing City and continue to live your leisurely life." ”

When the words fell, naturally no one should answer, and no one left.

If you leave at this time, it is tantamount to telling others that you are coming for Ye Bai's magic weapon spell, and if you spread the word, I am afraid that you will be laughed off by your colleagues, and everyone can't afford to lose this face.

"Since you have all decided to stay, from now on, please follow my command, if anyone fights for their own personal vendetta or for the treasure, don't blame me for killing!"

Ye Bai's complexion is even heavier, like frost!

The pressure on everyone's shoulders suddenly became heavy, and even their breathing was a little heavier, and everyone didn't have many opinions on this.

"Before the Soul Clan is exterminated, if anyone escapes halfway, I will kill him with my own hands, no matter who it is!"

Ye Bai's voice was so indifferent that it was almost cold, and his eyes were as bright as a knife.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of many monks hesitated again, this time, Ye Bai was obviously determined, and everyone could feel the unwavering determination.

"Senior, can't you leave even if you're injured?"

A monk who was thin and small, only in the early stage of Jindan, asked questions in a low voice, looking at Ye Bai's gaze, a little dodgy, as if he didn't dare to look at him.

Ye Bai stared at him and said lightly: "Unless you are seriously injured to death, otherwise, you are not allowed to leave the snow field for half a step!"

Hearing Ye Bai's words, the eyes of many monks were even more struggling.

Ye Bai swept everyone around again, and said in a low voice: "You still have a chance now, if you feel unacceptable, you can still go now, I don't need any monks who are retreating in their hearts at any time to go on the road with me." ”

When the words fell, all the cultivators looked at each other, and some of the monks exchanged voices.

Ye Bai didn't urge everyone and waited quietly.

After dozens of breaths, the two figures stood up without saying a word and swept towards the sky.

After the two, another quickly left.

Some people took the lead in leaving, and many monks who hesitated also chose to leave quietly.

Nearly a thousand monks, in a short period of time, forty or fifty left, this result inevitably made the morale of the team a little low.

Lian Yeyu and some other murderous monks, looking at the people who left, their eyes were already flashing coldly, but they were stopped by Ye Bai's cold gaze.

After half an hour, seeing that no one left, Ye Bai said to the monk who stayed: "Everyone, since you have chosen to stay, there is no way back now, follow me to the Plain of the Sky and let go to fight!"

After Ye Bai finished speaking, he fell to the ground, and the coercion slowly dissipated.

There was no way to know the true thoughts of the cultivators, but none of them spoke anymore, and they all recovered their mana.

Li Dongyang, Lang Feizhou and others, looking at Ye Bai, sighed in their hearts, Ye Bai can have today's achievements, it is not a fluke, he is just growing up rapidly in such a tribulation.

Suddenly, many people were secretly glad that they had joined in, looking forward to the opportunity of their trip to the snowfield.

After Ye Bai landed, he ignored anyone and walked to the outermost part of the cultivators, becoming independent.

As soon as the void was grabbed, Ye Bai took out a pot of wine and poured it hard, and the wine wet a large piece of clothes on his chest.

His expression was solemn and a little compassionate, and from the time he said what he said just now, he knew that this time, there would definitely be many people in this team.

After becoming a madman in the mouth of the soul clan, Ye Bai is afraid that he will become a madman in the mouth of the human race.

This road is destined to be difficult, and the pressure and accusations that will be endured can only be experienced by Ye Bai himself. (To be continued......)