Action is the only criterion for practicing truth.

No matter how correct the guess in a few people's hearts is, if it is not confirmed, it will always be just a few empty words.

So when Mo Kongjing held Yueyi's teapot and looked at it for a while, he finally patted his leg and decided to try the depth tonight.

If those Gong Gong really became so ferocious because of Mo Xiang, then Ku Yan should be able to completely alleviate the Mo Xiang poison in them.

The group stayed by the ancient cave in a speechless manner, and the taciturn Yueyi had been carefully taking care of the unconscious Poria.

And the lively and lovely fruit in the past has changed the appearance of being noisy and unorthodox, and carefully takes care of Jasmine, who looks like she is about to wake up, but can't open her eyes for a long time.

Mu Yanran, who was worried, sat under the tree obediently and calmly, quietly waiting for the moment when the moon rose, and no one was more worried about the straw bales than her.

Mu Ze, who was sitting on the treetops with his eyes closed and meditating, endured it for a long time, but after all, he was still stared at by the inquiring gaze, and opened his eyes and glared at each other.

Seeing that the other party opened his eyes angrily, Mo Kongjing, who was also sitting on the treetops, blinked his eyes twice, and only after half a sound did he swallow and say: "Pure Yang Sword disciple, is it really as rumored, striking at the wind and thunder, pointing at the sky?" ”

After waiting for a while, he didn't expect to wait for such an inexplicable question, Mu Ze turned his head with black lines on his face, and looked very helpless.

After discovering the other party's helplessness, Mo Kongjing, who was unimpressed, also turned his head away and looked away, waiting for Haoyue to rise.

Danger is always with us. Therefore, a few people did not leave Yue Yi and the four of them alone, and although it was not very convenient for the two wounded to follow, it was not very convenient to leave them alone in such a dangerous jungle. What will happen in a while, no one can say.

When the group moved forward silently, they made rapid progress along the road that followed Gong during the day, and soon reached the valley mouth in the middle of the mountain.

The two Gong guarding the door still looked much more vigilant than during the day, and both Gong stood up and walked around the valley to observe the movements around them.

There was a half-silence. Mo Kongjing snatched Mu Yanran's kettle at once, and without saying anything, he divided half of the pot of dry Yan tea in his hand that had only been brewed today, before Mu Yanran had time to do anything. He stuffed the kettle into Mu Zeting's hand.

"I'll give you the one that brought in, and I'll deal with the rest."

Hearing Mo Kongjing's such a concise battle plan, Mu Ze didn't say a word.

Soon, when Mu Yanran picked up the stone and threw it through the bushes. lived up to expectations and attracted a Gong whose senses were more sensitive than other Gongs.

This Gong poked its head into the bushes. Mo Kongjing had already stepped on a hundred steps, and quickly swept past it, heading straight for another gatekeeper beast, Gong.

The afterimage left behind by the hundred steps was overwhelming, and in the eyes of Yue Yi and Guo'er, who were closely watching her every movement, all they could see was a vague afterimage flying in front of Gong at a very fast speed.

By the time they could see what was in front of them, the gatekeeper Gong had already fallen in response.

When the two of them shifted their attention to the bushes, they found that at some point, the Pure Yang Sword disciple had already dealt with this gatekeeper beast.

The eyes of the two Gong Gong who were poured withered Yan tea rolled their eyes. Falling to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his huge body was struggling to swing.

"Extraordinary. The cultivation is unfathomable, and he dares to go alone in such a dangerous secret realm of Mo Xianglian, as expected, Your Excellency is Mu Ze, the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword, right? After staring at Gong who was foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground for a long time, Mu Yanran raised her eyes leisurely and said.

The Pure Yang Sword disciple has always rarely appeared in front of the world, so she is also the chief disciple of the sect, and she can only hearsay about this extraordinary Pure Yang Sword senior brother, and has never really met her.

Although the Pure Yang Sword is as proficient as a cloud, according to the latest generation, among the peers, the most famous and the most profound cultivator is only Mu Zeting.

"I have heard the name of the fairy for a long time, but I really can't afford to be the fairy Miao Zan, in the next - Mu Ze listens." Slightly taking a half step back respectfully, Mu Ze couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, and his voice was as cold and flat as his whole person, without the slightest ups and downs.

Just as Mu Yanran smiled lightly and was about to answer, the two gatekeeper beasts, Gong, who originally seemed to be extremely weak, stood up abruptly.

However, in the next moment, when the two gongs stepped on heavy steps, the violent and manic aura in the two pairs of vertical pupils that flashed red on the huge heads suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Soon, the two Gongs spread their legs and quickly ran to Mu Yanran's side to be intimate with her.

With a long sigh of relief, Mu Yanran smiled shallowly, leaving others with a smile like a flower.

Mo Kongjing, who was standing next to the valley mouth, shrugged his shoulders casually, looking at the two Gongs and Mu Yanran from a distance, and he didn't know what Yanran said to them, the two Gongs who nodded and roared as if they understood the human language, and they both ran in as soon as they turned around.

"I'll ask them to help bring the bales out so we don't have to go into Gong's lair." Looking at Mo Kongjing's inquiring eyes, Mu Yanran explained leisurely.

"If these Gong really come from the outside world, don't you want to bring them back?" Mo Kongjing, who was silent for a while, suddenly asked.

"It's a problem to bring so many Gong back, not to mention, we don't have so many dry Yan to bring them back to their senses." Mu Yanran, who was embarrassed, looked at the teapot in her hand with a gloomy expression.

This was taken from Poria Cocos's waist, and the bag of dry Yan tea that Yue Yi carried had been used up, and now all they had left was this pot.

'Whew! ’

'Whew! ’

The two gongming sounds quickly attracted the attention of several people, and when everyone stared intently at the dark valley mouth, it didn't take long for two large black figures to walk out of it.

After seeing the two scarred Gong running out crying with tears on their faces, Mo Kongjing, who was speechless, silently looked away, and when she glanced at it in a hurry, she seemed to see Yan Ran's stunned appearance.

Come to think of it, no one expected that letting them go and get the straw bales back would be such a decaying picture.

After stroking the hair of the two Gongs a few times helplessly, and trying her best to comfort them, Mu Yanran smiled helplessly at the few people, and after whispering to the two Gongs again, she raised her head and said, "It seems that we have to run by ourselves, let the two of them lead the way for us." ”

Mu Ze, who had all his worries dispelled, was the first to agree, and from beginning to end, his purpose was always only Gong Qun's lair.

(To be continued.) )