Feng Yiluan was disappointed, a few months ago, she had tried to save Ye Xiu in the mountains, but she didn't expect that it had only been less than a year, and when they met again, there were still people who were so protective of themselves.

It's ridiculous, is it necessary?

The second-grade little monk, who had been choking on dust and sand and coughing all the time, said to the middle-aged man who took the lead: "Why don't we join her, she seems to be quite strong." ”

"Let's go together, who will we give up the things to in the end? Besides, we don't know who she really is, and we can't trust her easily. ”

At this time, a chaotic voice sounded above their heads, and it was still the mind of the War King who spoke, but the voice changed, no longer hoarse, but a sense of etherealism.

The battle king's mind urged: "Huh, don't do it yet, the winning side can enter the next level, don't rub it in." ”

The middle-aged monk's eyes immediately shone brightly: "I see! Did you hear that? She is our opponent! What are the four of us doing in a daze against her?"

The second-grade little monk cringed and said: "The gap in strength is a bit big......"

The middle-aged monk snorted disdainfully, and one person took the lead, raising his sword and rushing towards the wind.

To tell the truth, the wild cultivators in the Shara Mountains don't have much experience in actual combat, and they don't usually have so many opportunities to fight each other in actual combat, at most they learn from each other; more often than not, they are trying to survive and hide, and the competition is completely different from the real actual combat.

Feng Yiluan saw that the other party was close, and raised his sword horizontally, without even using a sword move, and aimed at the side of the middle-aged monk's head and slapped it flat.

Syllable!

She only dared to exert three points of strength, and the middle-aged monk had already fallen to the ground in response, lying on the ground and convulsing.

She looked at the third-rank junior rank behind the middle-aged monk again, and without saying a word, she slapped a sword with her backhand, and this one also fell to the ground, rolling with her head in her arms.

"As I said, there is a huge disparity in strength. Seeing this, the second-grade Xiaoxiu, who had coughed before, immediately knelt on the ground: "Girl, let us go, I don't want any inheritance, just want to get out alive!"

Another second-grade minor cultivator also knelt down with him and begged for mercy: "I'm the same as him!"

Feng Yiluan glanced at the two of them and put down the sword he had raised. "What sect are you from, and what's your name?"

"My name is Xianyi, his name is Deyou, and the two of us are from Biluomen. Erpin Xiaoxiu pointed to the two people on the ground again: "One of the two of them is called Jia Shitai and the other is Chen Feiyue, both of whom are casual cultivators." ”

Although Xiao Xiu was trembling, he explained it quite neatly.

"All right, get up. Feng Yiluan glanced at the two of them and put the heavy sword on his shoulder: "Why are you two mixed up with Sanxiu?"

Deyou said: "Isn't it that after moving to the island, they have all settled together, the place is too small to squeeze in, and it is impossible to demarcate such a clear territory, and the various factions and scattered cultivators have come and gone more." ”

After asking a few more questions, Feng Yiluan could hear that these two second-grade monks were mixed in the sect, and recently they were encouraged by Jia Shitai to make an appointment with a few people, and then sneaked back to the mountain range to try their luck.

"How many of you have sneaked back?" asked Feng Yiluan.

"In the past few months, there have been dozens of people. ”

"How many people have been inherited, and how many have gone back?" Feng Yiluan continued to ask, she was curious.

Xianyi and Deyou shook their heads together: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it, and I haven't seen anyone go back." ”

Feng Yiluan sighed lightly: "Then you still dare to come?" knowing that there is no way back, still dare to come?"

"We don't know, don't we know, we don't want any inheritance, we just want to get out alive. ”

Jia Shitai lay on the ground and opened his eyes, and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm: "It's not out of breath." ”

Feng Yiluan carried a heavy sword, walked to Jia Shitai's side, raised the sword and slapped him again: "You are still strong, do you really not want to live?"

Jia Shitai suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't dare to speak again.

Feng Yiluan held the sword of Lanyi, raised his head, and said in a loud voice to the sky above his head: "Senior War King, we have already decided the winner, can we enter the next level?"

The voice of chaos sounded again: "Aren't they all alive?"

Feng Yiluan said: "That's right, but they are all my subordinates, listen to my orders, is this okay?" she said, glanced at Xianyi and Deyou, the two of them nodded quickly, Jia Shitai wanted to say something, Feng Yiluan slapped down with a sword again, and completely stunned him.

As for Chen Feiyue, who was at the beginning of the third grade, he didn't say a word from beginning to end, and Feng Yiluan took it as his acquiescence.

Feng Yiluan has been cultivating hard in the Jiushen Abyss for more than ten years, and after breaking through to the fourth grade, she has not yet measured how strong she is, anyway, it is not much of a problem to stun a Jia Shitai casually.

"Interesting, little girl interesting. Hehehehe~~~"

The laughter of the War King's thoughts echoed in the air, and at the same time, Feng Yiluan found that countless green points of light gradually appeared in the dense fog around him.

No, it's not a point of light, it's the eyes of a monster!

"In that case, you can take these four people through the Thousand Beast Trial together!"

The sound above his head faded away, and in the blink of an eye, the fog became thicker, and the heavy wheezing of demon beasts and the low roar of his throat could be heard all around, and there was a faint sound of grinding teeth.

Feng Yiluan was also a little nervous, the Thousand Beasts Trial, did she have to let herself kill the Thousand Demon Beasts before she could rush out? She looked at the four people around her, thinking to herself, what did she probably owe these wild cultivators in her previous life, so she had to move her compassion to save them again and again?

Frost Night and Duanxu have both said that they are soft-hearted, what kind of woman's kindness. That's right, she is indeed a woman's heart, and she can't be so hard and cold at a critical time, and it's impossible to leave others alone.

Especially when she felt she was more than capable of saving others.

She looked around, unable to see anything clearly, but the beasts in the fog were approaching.

…… This fog ...... What's the difference with the cloud?

Feng Yiluan's heart lit up, put away the Lanyi Sword, mobilized the Kunpeng Qi in his body, and cast a cloud pattern transformation technique, between raising his hand, the clouds were vertical and horizontal, and the clouds were rolling, causing the surrounding dense fog to flow with the clouds, and soon all the fog was sucked into a cloud of clouds.

At this time, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, and she saw that they were in a vast wilderness fantasy territory, and the four fields were all huge green wolves more than half a man high, with fangs bared out and eyes like copper bells in the night, fiercely feeding them.

Big wolf?

Feng Yiluan threw it hard, and threw the big cloud he controlled into the green wolf pack in the distance, and immediately hundreds of green wolves pounced on it and bit it, but the cloud exploded, turning hundreds of wolves into soup chickens.

Looks like they're not very intelligent.

I don't know if these monsters are real or illusory?

Feng Yiluan put on the Hengjie light armor and took out the Tunyun heavy sword, no matter what, he had to protect himself first.

She patted the sword and said, "Senior Chen, come out to fight." ”

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