Can't hold on?

Affected by what Ye Luo said, the two monks, a man and a woman, still didn't make a move, but they both took out the ancient talisman in their hands, and glanced around vigilantly, the female cultivator restrained the arrogance on her face, and said cautiously: "Senior brother, you hold on, I, we are thinking of a way to save you, we can't take action directly, in case it triggers other saffrons, if we riot together, none of us will survive." ”

The male cultivator who was trapped was trembling with anger when he heard this, and the battle seal in his hand almost collapsed, he shouted: "Do it! Can you believe the words of the pen-smashing practice? ”

Can you believe it?

The red flower, which was originally thought to be weak and insignificant, suddenly burst out with such a terrifying and strange power, and the man and woman also realized that this was a forbidden area, a forbidden area that would face life and death at any time.

A rash move may really trigger a life-and-death crisis.

The two monks, a man and a woman, continued to remain silent, and even slowly retreated, wanting to get away from it, the surrounding saffron range, the cruelty of the cultivation world, when encountering real danger, would coldly tear through the surface of the warmth, and show fiercely.

Is it the same door? Useful?

The young male cultivator who was tied up, seeing this scene, suddenly revealed a touch of horror in his anger, and the pressure of the energy chain became more and more terrifying, he tried his best to support it, and said with some trembling: "Senior Sister Zhao, Senior Brother Yang, you, you guys!" ”

"Senior Brother Yuan, you support it for a while, and we will go back and inform the master." The young male cultivator with the birthmark on his forehead was retreating, caring to speak.

Inform the division?

When he comes back, I'm afraid he will already be a manure digested by a cannibal flower!

Ye Luo watched all this coldly.

"Huh!"

The corners of Ye Luo's mouth showed a touch of mockery, the world has changed, but people's hearts have never changed, the mockery disappeared in a flash, and Ye Luo quickly regained his disguised uprightness.

Ye Luo made a move, untied the Bartley sniper rifle from behind, and quietly, Ye Luo raised the gun, aimed at the red flower, and shot directly.

"Bang-"

The gunshots rang out, and the large-caliber bullets flew out quietly, and the bullets directly shattered the petals of one of the red flowers on the left, and the red flowers had seven petals, and one petal was broken with one shot.

"Sure enough." The gunshot rang out, Ye Luo whispered, he had observed before that although the cannibal saffron was terrifying, the defensive power of the petals was very low, and the young male cultivator before could easily break it with a war seal.

Now, when this shot fell, Ye Luo was even more sure that Honghua's defense was indeed extremely weak.

The loud gunfire attracted the attention of the three people at the same time, and they all seemed to be a little stunned.

"Bang-bang-bang......"

Ye Luo fired five more shots in a row, of which three were deliberately missed, and only two shots hit again, and at the same time, in a straightforward tone, he shouted: "I, I can save you!" ”

The voice is straightforward, which makes people listen a little silly!

But it was this stupid voice that made the male cultivator of the Yaochi Holy Land who was tied up and was almost desperate, and tears of emotion almost flowed out, and he suddenly thought that from the beginning, this waste-like loose cultivator had been persuading himself not to touch the red flower, and he ran away after touching it, however, he didn't listen.

At this time, when he was abandoned by his peers, this waste actually came to his rescue!

This is so dripping!

"Bang - Bang ......"

Ye Luo's eyes swept around, as if he was stunned, and quickly approached the young man, shouting as he approached: "Don't be afraid, I, I'll save you!" ”

A monk who cultivates qi at the first level actually says such things to a monk in the foundation building period, and the picture is unnatural.

Ye Luo's hand that shot seemed to be very unstable, as if he was excited, and it was difficult to hit the target.

However, after the gun rang out continuously, the surrounding red flowers did not move at all.

The two monks, a man and a woman, who were originally retreating, saw this scene, but their footsteps stopped, and the male cultivator with a birthmark on his forehead, after thinking quickly and his eyes flickered, he walked back quickly, and he even shouted: "Senior Brother Yuan, everyone is the same family, how can I abandon you, I will come back to save you." ”

He walked back, went directly to Ye Luo's side, snatched the sniper rifle from Ye Luo's hand, and said, "Get out, the gun can't hold it steadily, it's so close, it can't even hit." ”

The monk didn't take Ye Luo in his eyes at all, he seemed to have touched the gun, and after snatching the gun, he shot directly at the red flower, at close range, when the target was large, he actually hit it continuously.

The more and more mocking smile on the corner of Ye Luo's mouth flashed away again, save people?

Also pick up favors!

After all, it is the same door, if a waste saves the young male cultivator, and his two fellow disciples stand by and watch, seeing death and not saving them, when they go back, how will they deal with themselves, or rather, invisibly, there is one more enemy to guard against.

The male cultivator with the birthmark on his forehead, after observing that there was no danger, returned with justice and awe, grabbed a gun to save people, just to eliminate these.

Sure enough, the people are sophisticated, warm and cold!

Ye Luo silently mocked, but he had already expected this scene, otherwise, Ye Luo would not have deliberately missed the bullet all the time.

"Bang - Bang ......"

"Senior Brother Yuan, this weird petal is about to be shattered, don't panic, even if I fight hard, I can save you!" The young man with the birthmark on his forehead spoke.

At the same time, the nun suddenly understood something, quickly returned, and shouted, "Yes, I have come back to save you too!" ”

Ye Luo's eyes, but at this time, turned his head, glanced at the four or five grazing antelopes not far to the southeast, turned his head again, glanced in the direction of the low ninja to go back to call people, and said in a low voice: "It's almost time." ”

As the words fell, Ye Luo keenly observed that in the direction of the low ninja's call, several fast-approaching figures vaguely appeared.

"There are still three petals left, Senior Brother Yuan, I'm going to rescue you!" The young man with the birthmark on his forehead shouted loudly.

And that young man's reaction was very flat, the superior aura in his eyes before, and the panic on his face, dissipated little by little, and the energy shackles trapped in his body were rapidly weakening the energy.

The young man with the birthmark on his forehead pressed his hand on the trigger again.

Ye Luo at this time, it seemed that he was very unintentional, took a step forward, and just rubbed against the young man's shoulder, this touch, the strength was not great, but the muzzle of the gun was turned around a little under this touch.

"Bang-"

The gun rang out, and the bullet directly deviated from the red flower, and in the mist, it quietly hit the weakest one among the four or five antelopes that were eating not far away.

"Waste, get out of the way, don't you see I'm saving someone?" The monk with a birthmark on his forehead, after being knocked crooked, angrily scolded Ye Luo, did not see the trajectory of the bullet clearly, and did not care.

After he scolded angrily, he aimed at the red flower again, and fired, and finally, when there were two petals left, the young man who was tied up directly broke the binding of the energy chain.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Yuan, I finally rescued you!"

Ye Luo, at this time, retreated quickly and silently.

The direction of the low ninja's call, several powerful figures, became clearer and clearer.

Not far away, the four or five antelopes raised their heads at the same time, and one of them was the weakest, standing on the head of the antelope in the middle, dripping blood, and the blood was not red, but showed a strange blue.

(End of chapter)