Two hours later, the sky gradually darkened, Xia Meng stopped at a dense forest, found a towering ancient tree to climb up, ate some of the remaining demonic beast meat at noon, and then clinged to the tree, adjusting his breathing and heart rate to the lowest, almost dissolving with the big tree.

She didn't choose to continue to enter the hinterland of Yanxia, because Xia Meng felt that compared to the people who came from the tracking, the chances of the fifth-order and above demonic beasts in it would kill her would be greater.

I didn't choose the empty ancient trees around me to rest like yesterday, in order to avoid the pursuers.

The dense jungle is the best cover, especially in the dark night when everything is resting, the slightest wind and grass, birds and insects are alarmed, which will give Xia Meng the best alarm.

This is the experience of being a killer.

I didn't see any movement for a long time, and just when Xia Meng thought that the other party's point of view was the same as hers, the birds in the jungle behind were startled.

The people who came were a man and a woman, white and bright red in January. The men are dashing, and the women are delicate and gorgeous. It's not Lu Yiming and Beitang Zhiqiu, who are the two.

I saw the two of them carrying swords to expand the scope of their spiritual consciousness to the maximum, and walked over cautiously.

Xia Meng secretly screamed, "Oh no", how could she forget this radar-style search for good spiritual sense.

It seems that she still doesn't have enough integration into this world, and she will miss such a terrible thing.

The two walked under the tree where Xia Meng was, and then stopped, "Come out, Nine Days, we have found you." ”

Did you really find out?

But if they did, why did they look at the other ancient trees around them?

With a dark force in his hand, a stone struck the tree pole opposite, making a subtle sound. Just as the two men turned to look, a cold light swept through the air. Xia Meng also carried a strong wind to the back of Beitang Zhiqiu.

But Beitang Zhiqiu is also a third-order martial artist after all, it is not simple, the dagger in Xia Meng's hand with a layer of tulle passed by, and without looking back, a thunderball flashed out of her hand, hitting the ice arrow that came from it, smashing it to pieces.

And Lu Yiming had already gathered a few fireballs to hit her when Xia Meng attacked.

Leaned back to avoid the fireball, but the hair that rose up on his head seemed to be scorched.

Sister, her precious hair.

Xia Meng was also angry, and after pushing a few small fireballs over, he then shot them with a wave of ice arrows.

It's just that...... Oh?

Why did she want to shoot an ice arrow, but what came out was a waterfall. And quickly caught up with a few fireballs flying in front, and after catching up with a "poof", it was extinguished.

The three people in the field watched this scene in amazement, and then petrified.

A gust of cold wind blew "woo", the cold in Xia Meng's heart!

Damn the active ice element, she can't control it well.

"Hahahaha......" Suddenly, Beitang Zhiqiu burst out with shocking laughter, startling countless birds and birds in the forest. She held her stomach and pointed at Xia Meng, "Haha...... Nine days, are you performing self-fighting? ”

Lu Yiming picked a sneering smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at her with disdain, as if he was looking at a bedbug that was about to die, "Even if you are a dual system of fire and water, if you are not strong enough, you can only wait for death." As he spoke, he condensed a large fireball in his palm.

As if to show off, he condensed the fireball in his hand bigger and bigger, and then pushed it towards Xia Meng.

At the same time, Beitang Zhiqiu also condensed several thunderbolts in the sky above her, and they slashed down together.

Damn, it's a combination of two cheapnesses!

I don't know if I can hide or not.

As Xia Meng jumped back, a black shadow shot out from beside her, and landed in front of her.

At first glance, it was actually the little chick.

Is it looking for death?