"Senior Brother Feng!" Chu Yuanyang's voice was inherently indifferent and quiet, as if it could soothe all troubles.

Feng Lige raised his eyebrows at her and motioned for her.

"The sect master asked me to come to this python mountain to practice, but the demon beasts of this python mountain... ”

Chu Yuanyang originally thought that the level of this random demon beast was level six, and he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with it, so he could only rely on Feng Lige to help, so not only did she not meet the expectations of the sect master, but she also became a burden to Feng Lige.

But when the words came to her mouth, she couldn't continue.

Feng Lige has been with her day and night for more than a few months, and he knows her character clearly, even if she wants to stop talking at this moment, he can understand what she wants to express.

"You are self-aware, and you know that your cultivation is lowly and has affected me. He wanted to explain to her that the sixth-level demon beast was already the most powerful demon beast in this python mountain, but the temperament he had cultivated since he was a child was that he couldn't speak soft words to comfort and please people.

"Then what now?" Chu Yuanyang just didn't hear his cynicism.

Feng Lige turned his head, closed his eyes and faced forward, for a long time, until Chu Yuanyang thought that he would not reply, then he heard the sweet voice that made people numb: "What else can I do, the sect master asked you to come here to practice, can't you stand it in just one day?"

Chu Yuanyang knew that he couldn't hear the slightest good word from his poisonous mouth, so he simply didn't ask, so as not to be ridiculed for no reason.

It's not that she's generous, she often gets struck and ridiculed by him and doesn't reply, it's just the age difference, she has always regarded Feng Lige as a child.

Just ask a half-year-old child to sarcastically mock you a few words without pain, can you still be an adult and a child?

The two were silent for a long time, and they felt that the breath in the cave suddenly became cold.

In the dark, Feng Lige opened his bewitching eyes vigilantly and looked around.

At the same time, Chu Yuanyang naturally felt abnormal, and a pair of smart eyes were spinning around.

This breath was noticed the moment she entered the cave, but the breath was almost negligible, so she didn't pay much attention to it, but now it suddenly became rich at that moment, although it also disappeared at that moment, but it was still captured by her, this breath seemed to be somewhat familiar, she thought to herself.

"Let's go!" the wind left the song's voice, and the man stood up in the blink of an eye, quickly rushing towards the entrance of the cave.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yuanyang's speed was even faster than him, and he flashed out of the cave first.

Out of the cave, Feng Lige did not stop, grabbed Chu Yuanyang's arm and gathered the spirit at his feet, and took her into the distance.

After they left, black smoke billowed from the cave, and it didn't take long for the black smoke to clear, and a black-robed man came out of the cave.

The black-robed man did not tie his hair, his black hair was messily draped behind him, and his appearance was still handsome, but it could be seen from the blackened lips and red purple eye sockets that he was by no means an ordinary monk.

"Hehe, you're very alert!" his voice was like the voice broadcast on TV in the sixties, which was very special.

"Escape, flee, it's better to find a hidden place to hide, and this seat will come to arrest you in a moment. The black-robed man stretched out his tongue in the direction where Chu Yuanyang and Feng Lige disappeared, licked greedily on the pitch-black lips, and continued to whisper: "No matter how you escape, you can't escape from the palm of this seat." ”

Feng Lige ran out with Chu Yuanyang, and then gradually slowed down and stopped: "What did you just find?"

He could clearly see in the cave that before he could utter the word "go", she had risen from the ground.

Chu Yuanyang said lightly: "I will find what you find." ”

She didn't want to answer Feng Lige's question not because she didn't want to tell him, but because she got along with him, he never answered her question seriously, either sarcastically or silently.

is a clay man and has three points of anger, he doesn't want to talk to her, why does she stretch her face out and let people beat her?

Feng Lige didn't say anything sarcastic this time, but his tone couldn't be said to be very good: "I just felt a trace of demonic energy, could it be that you also felt it?"

That demonic qi is not something that can be emitted from ordinary demons, I heard that the ten great demon kings escaped from the land of ten thousand abysses, and there has been no news, if he guessed correctly, the trace of demonic qi that leaked just now, even if it is not owned by one of the ten major demon kings, is also emitted by high-level demons.

Chu Yuanyang nodded seriously: "Not bad." ”

"Poof!" Feng Lige laughed, obviously not believing everything Chu Yuanyang said.

He felt the slightest trace of demonic energy, but his system was different from ordinary people, otherwise with that person's temperament, he would definitely not tolerate himself like this.

And this Senior Sister Chu... ,Although her system is the same as others, her difference is the opposite of his, but it is integrated with the demon race.,Therefore,It's impossible to feel that imperceptible demonic energy.。

Chu Yuanyang's face turned dark, and he said secretly, if he wasn't an ordinary person, he really wouldn't dare to stay with Feng Lige, otherwise, he would only die young.

His ability to anger people can be regarded as perfect, hurting people invisibly.

"We need to get out of here. Feng Li's words changed and he put away a look of ridicule.

Chu Yuanyang nodded in agreement, Fang Cai's familiar aura was very similar to the aura emanating from the Demon King Su Qi's body, so she estimated that the monster in Fang Cai's cave was the Demon King Su Qi?

Even if it's not the Demon King, it's not a character to mess with, and although Feng Lige's cultivation is not low, it's definitely not the opponent of that monster.

Feng Lige saw that her face was solemn, without a trace of pretense and falsehood, and he couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: Could it be that she really felt that trace of demonic qi as herself? But she is not an extremely yin body? How can she sensitively feel the extraordinary fluctuations of demonic qi?

Although I was puzzled, I didn't ask.

Not to mention that the two of them rushed towards the periphery of Python Mountain overnight.

Just when the black-robed man heard the movement and disappeared again, the cave ushered in another group of people.

"Senior Sister Jin, there is a cave here, let's rest here for the night first, and then go to find that waste tomorrow morning, what do you think?"

Jinxi looked around the pitch-black mess and finally nodded in agreement.

The danger index at night increased dramatically, and even if she was anxious to find the little slut as soon as possible, she couldn't take this risk.

During the day, they were attacked by sixth-level demon beasts, which made their original team of fifteen people only ten, and they finally escaped from the tiger's mouth, and they could never die again.

If the junior sisters she brought out are all dead, how can she catch that little slut?

Jinxi thought so, not that she couldn't beat Chu Yuanyang, but that Chu Yuanyang was scheming, and it was difficult to guarantee that he would not escape temporarily, and there were more people, at least the chance of catching her was greater.

After the group of ten people entered the cave, one of the disciples took out a bead similar to the pearl of the night and set it in the crack of the stone, making the black cave instantly bright as day.

"You go to the side and rest. Jin Xi pointed to a slightly younger sister who was about to sit down with a calm face.