"No hatred, no hatred, you're fine. Huo Jie cautiously probed down and asked.

"Don't worry, who I am, how can I hang up so easily. A tired, palpitating voice came.

Huo Jie was overjoyed and hurriedly looked for the source of the voice. When his eyes drifted to one place like a torch, he was stunned. I saw that Ye Wuqi's body hung down against a smooth mirror-like wall, and the only support point was a sharp blade held tightly by his hands, and the sharp blade was inserted into the stone wall more than halfway, which was naturally firm and reliable.

At this time, there is no hatred in the night, the black robe is swinging slowly, and the face is like frost, after all, he is young, and he has been afraid of heights since he was a child, and he is facing a dangerous and dangerous situation in the abyss at this time, and the pressure in his heart can be imagined.

With a grunt, his throat rolled, he swallowed hard, slowly exhaled turbid air, his arms suddenly exerted, his body like an ape, his clothes staggered upward, his heels firmly planted on the platform diagonally above.

After settling down, as soon as he looked up, he saw Huo Jie's concerned gaze above, and his heart seemed to have a fire. He stroked the hair on his sideburns, and said in an extremely narcissistic posture and tone: "Fortunately, Young Master Ben has a strong posture, and he feels that he is the dragon and phoenix among people." ”

Huo Jie touched his forehead, rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, don't be poor, I feel like I'm there, I don't scare me if I don't scare you." ”

"Haha, sigh with emotion. I'll go in and meet that beast, you can wait there at ease, the second-order juvenile doesn't pose much threat to me. ”

After saying that, Ye Wuqi walked to the entrance of the cave, looked back at the place where he fell, and strode into the cave.

The caves extend in all directions, and the damp and smelly air permeates every corner, and the deeper you go, the more pungent the smell becomes. Night Wuqi was in the middle of it, and it felt terrible, as if it had fallen into a pool of mud, with a layer of slimy liquid on its skin.

Depression and restraint are the first feelings of coming here without hatred at night.

The walls are perforated everywhere, and the stone pillars are irregularly lined up, making it seem like a lost city.

A long roar came from the cavern.

This miserable long roar gave Ye Wuqi two hints, one is that this demonic beast belongs to the batwing beast, and this demonic beast is very likely to be the Red Feather Crane. Second, although this winged beast belongs to the bat wing family, its body is covered with feathers, similar to this kind of magical beast is often produced by mutation, and its ability is also somewhat uncertain to be discussed.

It is not that he knows so much just by listening to the voice, and that he is not a man of God, but he only judges that the first and the second are an extension of knowledge on the basis of the first, that is to say, they are causal, and not juxtaposed by possible misunderstandings.

The reason why I am talking about it here is to tell a cause and effect, and some of the things that are questionable in terms of the literal, and irrelevant templates and some of the essence of the images in people's minds must be explained, otherwise there will be a suspicion of being in the halo of the protagonist.

The reason why the protagonist becomes the protagonist is that there must be enough excellent qualities that make him the protagonist, Ye Wuqi has been taught by the Tianxuan Sword God since he was a child, and he is familiar with the various characteristics of Warcraft, and he also has ink in his belly, but compared with Huo Jie, what he studied is biased towards the study of other categories along the way to cultivation, while Huo Jie's study is the exploration of humanities, politics and human nature. If what you learn is not the same, it is not comparable.

This is also one of the reasons why the night is hateless and envious of Huo Jie, writing spiritually, sending it with his heart, few feelings, every word, chanting carefully, savoring slowly, and the fun of life is unparalleled. Moreover, people who are good at using poetry and songs to convey emotions must be delicate and plump, and their wisdom and heart are fragrant, which can be a small sampan on the water surface of the river Qinghaiyan leading to a high realm and happiness.

There is no need for too much, a flat boat, this life is enough.

In fact, every specialty is art, and a lifetime dedicated to art can be happy in the last moment of life because of what he pursues, and he will have no regrets for his high soul. Some things, melted into the body, are the marrow, quenched into the soul, and become faith.

We are often exhausted, lost in all kinds of things, and forget the original appearance of life. Our life is a poem, a word, a song, can write the words as they want to see, can carve every day every word and everything done into at least for themselves precious works of art, then, the field of vision is a new atmosphere - you will no longer hesitate, will never be confused, will never be disgusted because of the warmth and coldness of the world, will no longer be miserable because of the warmth of the world, and will no longer be miserable because of the lack of meaning of existence.

In this way, it is not only out of the outside but also into the mainland to understand life, only then can it be the best place to enter the sorrow and joy and turn the wind and rain, and die and live with one thought.

Getting back to the point, Ye Wuxian had a rough idea in his heart, so he searched for it.

After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly became clear in front of me, and a large space was at the end of the labyrinthine passage.

"Squeak!" A deafening roar wrapped in threat sounded, and a demonic beast with a long beak and red feathers, its body resembled that of a crane, its wings were hairless and its skin was clothed, and there was a huge sense of discord with the fluffy white feathers.

The so-called second-order infancy is not a juvenile in actual age, but a more vivid division of strength in terms of infancy, growth, and maturity.

Its round, evil red eyes stared warily at the intruder, its normally thin legs slowly supporting its entire body, its wings fluttering. It's a signal, a signal to declare the sovereignty of the territory.

"Sure enough, it's a red-feathered crane. "The Night Innocent Hand climbed up to the hilt, this sword was not a bloody remnant, but a second-grade treasure engraved with a flame crest. It is not possible to unscrupulously urge the red blood remnant clouds without avoiding people's eyes, although the power of the magic sword is powerful, it can consume a lot of money. Giving is equivalent to paying, and there is no such thing as a free lunch.

The first strike is strong, and Ye Wuqi was just about to make a move, and something suddenly attracted his attention.

"That's ...... No way. Before he could speak, his long beak was like a spear, and the stab was coming. Its ruthlessness is bound to kill with one blow.

"Are you going to be a mother?" Ye Wuqiu's face was slightly gloomy, and he flew back and retreated, but he could avoid the vital point. There was a stabbing sound, and the sleeves of Ye Wuqiu's clothes broke.

"Licking the calf is deep. But nature is nature, although I respect you, but I will not show mercy! The survival of the fittest survives, the law is like this, and it is useless to say more. Ye Wuqi said to himself, his expression a little gloomy.

"Let's fight!" Ye Wuqi shook his spirit, and the long sword that burst into flames pointed directly at the red feathered crane.

The red-feathered crane seemed to be human, let out a long roar, flapped its wings and flew into the air, and quickly swooped towards the night without hatred with the advantage of its position.

"The name of this sword is called Red Flame, four feet long, the second order, this is a swordsman, thousands of miles through the heart, the green mountains can't stay, explore the bag to get the first line. "There is no revenge in the night, the flame is violent, and the sword body coat of arms is active, like a swimming dragon and a snake, bubbling with new power.

"Bang!" the red feather crane spat out a mouthful, forming a cone, and slammed it on the Red Flame Sword.

Ye Wuqiu has made some evasions, and now his state does not allow him to destroy it with the power of thunder, if he can save effort, he will save it, and if he can borrow it, he will borrow it, and it is a wise choice to have a correct judgment on the form.

The body is light and agile like a swallow between the eaves, vigorous like a hunting leopard, and the footsteps are dreamy, coming and going, forming a specific loop.

Fighting is no longer exhaustive for him, and every move has a completely different meaning in his eyes.

The Red Feather Crane is not a mediocre generation, after all, the strength of the second-order juvenile stage is there, coupled with the eagerness to protect the calf, it is not allowed not to work hard, and it bursts out with powerful combat power for a while.

The two are entangled and frozen, suddenly sticky, suddenly separated, and fought for a long time, without distinguishing the winner or loser.