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After everyone followed the monk surnamed Feng in, three more monks entered here, Bai Yu glanced at those people, and the highest cultivation was in the middle stage of foundation building.

It seems that if it weren't for this city, he would have missed this place all the time, Bai Yu was a little lucky.

When you enter the inside, you can first notice that the concentration of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi here is indeed dozens of times that of the outside, just like what you just saw from the outside, the sky is dark, a little like the feeling that the outside world is approaching dusk, and that portal is even easier to block the sea water, and the cultivation world is everywhere

Dry throughout.

While following the monk surnamed Feng on the road, Bai Yu released his consciousness and carefully probed the surrounding environment.

Bai Yu tried to probe his consciousness to the other side of the cultivation portal, but he couldn't do it, but he didn't expect that the door could even block his consciousness, and then Bai Yu's consciousness fell on the surrounding scenery again.

The gateway to the Cultivation Realm is located on a wasteland, and I don't know if it's because of the vitality here, or because of some other reason, the weeds here are exceptionally green, almost human-high.

In the distance, the mountains were continuous, like black beasts crawling on the ground in the field of vision, but the first thing that came to mind was a tall jungle crossed by a stream, and from time to time I saw demon beasts drinking water by the stream.

As the monk surnamed Feng turned around, Bai Yu was surprised to find that several group-type demon beasts had been avoided by them, it seemed that this monk surnamed Feng was already familiar with this place, although most of those demon beasts were first-order and second-order, but it would take a lot of effort to really bump into them.

As they entered the jungle, the crowd slowed down.

"Wait a minute, I'll strike first, you guys follow, remember not to get too close, try to let the Spirit Wind Tiger's target be on me. The monk surnamed Feng explained again.

In fact, Bai Yu had already discovered the target, it was a tiger-shaped demon beast with the same height as a person, white and mixed with cyan veins, after all, his consciousness was much stronger than others, and at this moment, everyone was only about a hundred meters away from the nearest Spirit Wind Tiger.

Knowing the location of the cultivation portal, the situation of the demon beasts here is not as high as he thought, because it already pays attention to the cultivation of the physical body and consciousness, and the cultivation is several times that of the general elixir, Bai Yu does not plan to waste any more time.

He deliberately slowed down, and followed everyone at the end, just at the moment when the monk surnamed Feng spoke, when everyone responded, Lingfeng Tiger had already found the monk surnamed Feng who was rushing to the front.

With a roar that shook the jungle, the Spirit Wind Tiger suddenly chased after the monk surnamed Feng, and the monk surnamed Feng raised his hand and pasted a swift talisman on his body, only to see the yellow light flash, and a white mist immediately appeared on his feet, and the pace moved again, and the speed was already as much as double the previous one.

Because the others always kept a little farther away, Lingfeng Hu only chased the monk surnamed Feng, and everyone followed, according to the previous plan, began to take out various spiritual runes, raised their hands and threw them towards Lingfeng Tiger.

At this moment, Bai Yu casually threw out two fireball talismans, and under the guidance of the finger, he instantly turned into two fireballs burning with red flames, and immediately chased after the Spirit Wind Tiger.

Because he needed to wait for the effect of the spirit rune thrown out to completely dissipate before he could use the spirit rune again, at least in the information he obtained, the Qi cultivator was like this, but this restriction was not effective against Bai Yu.

As mentioned earlier, Bai Yu didn't want to waste time because of a second-order Spirit Wind Tiger, and at this time, he was behind everyone, but it was the best time to make a move.

Sensing that no one was consciously paying attention to this side, without moving, Bai Yu's hands flew quickly, and soon a seal came out, pressed it to the side, and immediately three water archery techniques glowing with transparent water went around the jungle on one side.

Water arrows, fireballs, wind blades, under the control of the monk surnamed Feng, all kinds of spirit runes instantly turned into spells and poured towards the Spirit Wind Tiger.

At this time, everyone's strength was high, and the gray-clothed old man in Desolate Demon Mountain, who always looked cold, threw out five spirit runes at one time, and the black-clothed strong man of the Agni Fire Gate raised his hand to also have three spirit runes.

And Bai Yu and Feng and Guo in Sanxiu, each time they raise their hands, they have two spirit runes, and the brothers and sisters surnamed Xuan and the Sanxiu surnamed Wang have one at a time.

Everyone's attention was always drawn by the Spirit Wind Tiger, and the night was getting dark, but no one found Bai Yu's other means, after all, the Spirit Wind Tiger raised its claws from time to time to throw out wind blades, and it was not just aimed at the monk surnamed Feng.

Although most of the attacks came from the rear, every time the Spirit Wind Tiger wanted to turn around and chase after the people behind, everyone would immediately stop attacking and retreat as planned, while the monk surnamed Feng immediately turned back and used the spirit rune to pull the hatred over again.

Then, Lingfeng Tiger chased after the monk surnamed Feng again.

This has been repeated several times, although the Spirit Wind Tiger is still very violent, but if you pay close attention, you can still see that the Spirit Wind Tiger has a trace of fatigue exposed.

Slowly, Bai Yu found that the monk surnamed Feng had been pulling the Spirit Wind Tiger in circles, and there was not only the Spirit Wind Tiger in the jungle within a radius of several miles, but the monk surnamed Feng seemed to know even the territory of this Spirit Wind Tiger, and he did not step out of the territory of this beast at all.

At this time, about half an hour had passed, and when Lingfeng Tiger was led by the monk surnamed Feng to a place where weeds were half a person high, and when the third circle passed through this place, Bai Yu's heart moved, and the water archery technique hidden here suddenly revealed a killing intent and shot out from the surrounding grass.

In an instant, the Spirit Wind Tiger sensed the danger and was about to retreat, but how could its instinctive consciousness have the strength of Bai Yu.

The three water arrows pierced the Spirit Wind Tiger in an instant, almost half a breath apart, and the spells of the monk surnamed Feng in front and the people in the rear also bombarded this beast at the same time.

When the Spirit Wind Tiger suddenly fell, Bai Yu's water archery technique quickly sank into the weeds, and collapsed into a puddle of water in the blink of an eye, and everyone who kept an eye on the Spirit Wind Tiger felt that a flash of water flashed, and the target had been killed.

Because everyone is a spell with instantaneous spirit runes, and there are also water archery techniques, and the night is dark, and Bai Yu's water archery technique is gone in an instant, and everyone has no suspicions.

It's just that here's another problem.

Looking at the corpse of the Lingfeng Tiger that fell to the ground, after gathering together, the monk surnamed Feng spoke, "Who killed this fang?"

Naturally, there is also a water archery technique in the spirit rune made by Bai Yu, but it is not only he who has this spirit rune, he was just about to speak, but he was cut off by the cold words of the gray-clothed old man of the Desolate Demon Mountain, "This is killed below." ”

In line with the principle of not wanting to be exposed for the time being, Bai Yu didn't bother with this person, but it didn't mean that anyone could easily take his things, and inadvertently, a wisp of his consciousness imprint wrapped around this person.

Because his consciousness cultivation is far above this person, and Bai Yu intends to hide it, this gray-clothed old man has never found out.

Seeing that the others didn't say anything, under the gaze of everyone, the monk surnamed Feng raised his hand and took out a magic weapon long sword after inspecting the corpse of the Spirit Wind Tiger, and began to split the corpse of this beast.

In the end, the gray-clothed old man got the most part, and the entire Lingfeng Tiger Tiger skin belonged to him, followed by the order of the monk surnamed Feng, the monk of the Agni Fire Gate, Bai Yu, the monk surnamed Guo, the brother and sister surnamed Xuan, and the monk surnamed Wang, the flesh and blood, bones and other things of the Lingfeng Tiger were divided.

"The mission here is over, everyone is free again, and those who want to leave follow me. After the items were distributed, the monk surnamed Feng looked around at everyone and said casually.

Obviously, when they entered the cultivation realm, they had already made plans, and in addition to the two casual cultivators who were willing to leave with the monk surnamed Feng, the Flame Gate monk also left with the monk surnamed Feng.

The gray-clothed old man of the Desolate Demon Mountain, after the monk surnamed Feng and the others left, did not look at others, and turned around and walked towards the depths of the jungle.

Bai Yu glanced at the back of this person's departure, and then his eyes fell on the brother and sister surnamed Xuan, at this time, the two of them looked at Bai Yu, however, after the two said 'goodbye', they also left towards the jungle on the other side.

Perhaps, I thought too much, maybe these two people are the same as myself, but I thought of a fake name temporarily, Bai Yu frowned slightly.

Even if these two people are really members of the Xuan family of the four great cultivators, what can he control, at most he can help the other party when he encounters difficulties, and he can't restrict the freedom of the two.

Not long after the two left, the conversation between the two immediately attracted Bai Yu's attention.

"Second brother, do you think Brother Nanye will not be here?"

"It's hard to say, you know, the eldest brother is a person who can't be separated, he likes to go to lively places to get together, and the cultivation realm is opened, I think he will be here. ”

"Alas, I hope so, but it's good in this cultivation realm, I've done a few tasks, and my cultivation has entered the late stage so quickly, I'm afraid it's very difficult in the family, and it's so boring. ”

"Hehe, this cultivation realm is a treasure land, when we go back one day, father, uncle, they will be shocked. ”

“……”

The voice gradually drifted away with the two, and it became more and more blurred, although Bai Yu said that his consciousness was strong, but his hearing was not as far as his consciousness.

However, there is one thing he has confirmed, these two people are from the Xuan family, and they are here to find Xuan Nanye.

It's a pity, how could Xuan Nanye be here.

That guy is simply the same as Xuanyuan Chen, he is obsessed with martial arts, he stepped into the late stage of Qi training early, and he has no spirit rune assistance, and he has been abused by Xuanyuan Chen, who has completed the physical martial arts realm, several times and looked for teeth.

Then he was ruthless, and he actually scattered his cultivation and turned to Bai Yu to ask them for the method of dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts.

This has to be known to the Xuan family, and that's okay.

It's only been more than half a year, and that kid has threatened that one day, he will return the pain of abuse to Achen, so he believes that that kid is still in the northwest nine times out of ten.

However, this brother and sister surnamed Xuan is not all about looking for Xuan Nanye to go back, from the meaning of his words, they mainly want to wander outside, and looking for Xuan Nanye is just by the way.

With this in mind, Bai Yu simply let them be here, but since their strong consciousness can cover a radius of hundreds of miles, it is still convenient to check their whereabouts once in a while.

As soon as he consciously investigated, there was a place where demon beasts were not particularly gathered, and Bai Yu had just turned around to go here, and when his consciousness saw the scene, he couldn't help frowning.

"Zhuji Monk, you actually shot at the Qi Cultivator?!" Bai Yu's expression was grim, and he immediately turned around and quickly rushed to the location of the brother and sister surnamed Xuan.

At this moment, in the wasteland more than twenty miles away, just out of the jungle, two monks blocked the way of the brother and sister surnamed Xuan.

One of the middle-aged monks in blue robes was in the middle stage of foundation building, and in front of it, a young monk in blue clothes, who was not in the middle of Qi cultivation, a pair of thief eyes swirled on Xuan Yutong's body from time to time, "Senior Uncle, it was these two people who injured Senior Brother Yang before

。 ”

"Oh, yes. The middle-aged monk looked like a master, put his hands behind his back, heard this, sneered, raised his eyelids, and said, "In this case, you can help your junior brother call me back." ”

"You are still unreasonable, it is obvious that you are the first to do it, the small one can't beat the old one, you ......" Xuan Yutong was so angry that she couldn't do it, although the head of her words was the Tao, but in the face of the cultivation of the foundation, the coercion caused by the gap in cultivation was still pressing, and her face was pale

Couldn't help it, even her tone trembled, especially when the middle-aged monk looked at her, she was shocked and immediately shut up.

"Reason?" the middle-aged monk sneered again, as if mocking, "Whoever has the big fist is the truth." I was stunned to do something, and I didn't hurry up. The last sentence was said to the green-shirted monk, and when he heard this, the green-shirted monk took out the spirit talisman and raised his hand to hit the young man surnamed Xuan.

"Let's go. "Just now Xuan Yunfei and Xuan Yutong have passed the sound, as long as the other party makes a move, the two will immediately flee separately.

The moment the green-shirted monk played out the spirit talisman, the two brothers and sisters surnamed Xuan immediately pasted the swift talisman and fled, however, they still underestimated the strength of the Zhuji monk.

"Want to run?!" Before the green-shirted monk could chase it out, the middle-aged foundation monk slapped the storage bag casually, and a golden flying sword, like a golden one, as if made of gold, with the middle-aged monk's instructions, the sword roared, and the flying sword immediately chased after Xuan Yunfei.

As soon as he escaped a distance, Xuan Yutong found that the flying sword was chasing Xuan Yunfei, and his mind moved, and he raised his hand and hurriedly threw out five spirit runes, "Duh!"

Urging five spirit runes at a time was already her strongest method, and as the spirit runes turned into fireballs, water arrows, and wind blades flew towards the middle-aged monk, her speed was also pushed to the extreme.

However, the middle-aged foundation building monk was relatively close to each other, and the oppression caused by cultivation made the cultivation that the two brothers and sisters could urge was less than half of ten.

Even with the help of the speed charm, there are a few stickers, but it is only a little faster than the normal speed.

Xuan Yutong's attempt to make a small move, how could the middle-aged monk in the dark blue robe not know, in the final analysis, they still underestimated the ability of the foundation building monk.

After the middle-aged monk took his left hand, his right hand was raised alone, his fingers were pinched or pinched, and finally he swiped and pressed in the air strangely, and a long fire dragon appeared out of thin air.

Facing those fireballs and other low-level spells that were only more than ten meters away, the middle-aged monk smiled disdainfully, his fingers seemed to point forward inadvertently, and he spat lightly in his mouth, "Go." ”

The fire dragon suddenly seemed to come to life, surrounded by flames, fangs and claws, all the way through thorns and thorns, and after destroying the low-level spells released by Xuan Yutong, the remaining momentum was unabated, and quickly chased after Xuan Yutong.

And at this time, the golden flying sword chasing Xuan Yunfei shattered the power of Xuan Yunfei's more than a dozen spirit runes all the way, and it was only a little more than a zhang away from Xuan Yunfei, and it didn't take long for him to die under the flying sword, but he still didn't give up, the spirit rune can stop a breath is a breath, and as he stays away from building a foundation

Shi, his cultivation speed is also a little faster than just now, which makes him see a glimmer of life.

At this time, he had fled hundreds of meters away from the Zhuji Monk, but a large water arrow suddenly appeared in front of him, instantly extinguishing the only trace of luck left in his heart, and then he found that the target of the water arrow did not seem to be himself.

Boom!

The water arrow directly knocked the golden flying sword to one place, and with the sound of the sound, Xuan Yunfei turned around and found that the flying sword that had been chasing him was knocked away for several feet, and the water arrow also disappeared.

"This, this is, the water arrow must be three feet long, isn't that a means only for a monk who cultivates low-level spells deeply, I don't seem to know any monk with a knot, right?" Xuan Yunfei was puzzled in his heart, and he suddenly saw that there were dozens of such large water arrows, which were flying

The foundation building monk, "I'm a god, this foundation building monk actually led several Jiedan monks to make a move, now it's up to you to see if you die." ”

This foundation building monk is so arrogant and bullying, maybe it is his other enemies, smacking his lips, Xuan Yunfei immediately flew in a circle towards Xuan Yutong.

The fire dragon technique chasing Xuan Yutong has been dispersed by the water arrows, turning into a little broken fire, and at this moment she also noticed the dense big water arrows, such a kung fu, has surrounded the middle-aged monk, the little cultivator in the green shirt.

Then, Xuan Yutong's small mouth opened into an 'O' shape, and a pair of beautiful apricot eyes were also round, and his expression was like a ghost.

Xuan Yunfei was no exception, his mouth opened a few times, and no sound came out, "He, isn't he a Qi cultivator, huh?!" was strange in his heart, but when his consciousness probed again, he found that Liu Feng's cultivation was gone.

Yes, from the middle-aged foundation building monk to the present, it has only been five or six minutes, and Liu Feng, that is, Bai Yu, has finally arrived in time.

The golden flying sword had returned to save itself, but in the face of the dense crowd of large water arrows, the middle-aged monk only let the flying sword linger outside, and did not dare to act rashly, because even if it was a monk who was a monk, it was impossible to destroy so many water arrows at once.

Cold sweat trickled uncontrollably, and under the reflection of the water arrows with cold light, the wet marks on the clothes on the back of the middle-aged monk were clearly visible.

The middle-aged monk swallowed and spat with difficulty, and looked at Bai Yu standing outside the water archery technique with anxiety, "Before, before, senior, is there some misunderstanding?!" Ordinary monks can see at most that the monks who are two small realms higher than themselves are cultivating.

However, the middle-aged monk couldn't find the bottom of the white feather at all, so the other party was at least in the middle of the Yudan, thinking of this, the middle-aged monk's expression became more and more respectful.

"This flying sword is good!" Bai Yu put his left hand on his right hand, rubbed the storage ring, raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the flying sword of the local tyrant, and said softly.