"Retreat to the underground passage!" Li Xianyue had an idea, and dragged her companions to the underground passage.

"You can't run, hehe!" The five Spirit Venerable-level beast clan powerhouses immediately rushed up, but instead of stopping Li Xianyue and their partners, they instead collected their momentum and teased their partners.

Li Xianyue and her partners just buried their heads in running, and didn't pay attention to the ridicule of the beast clan powerhouses, thinking that as long as they entered the underground passage, the partners could at least deal with the beast clan for a while.

"Stop, Terran bunnies!" said a middle-aged scribe who looked like a Terran, but his words were arrogant and domineering.

Li Xianyue and his companions ignored him, this middle-aged scribe was also one of the five powerhouses standing in front, thinking that he should be a Spirit Venerable level cultivator of the Spirit Transformation Clan.

Seeing that it was only about ten steps away from the exit of the underground passage, Li Xianyue and her partners nodded to each other, pulled Chen Luo and ran towards the underground passage.

Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief at this time, the large army of the beast clan had already come, enough to bury all the partners here, how could he watch the partners escape, so he deliberately slowed down a little.

"Cunning little things, still delusional about escaping with their lives in the hands of the deity!"

It was because of Chen Luo's delay that the partners were only one step away from the exit of the underground passage, but they were suppressed on the ground.

The five Spirit Venerable-level beast clan cultivators were very annoyed, and felt that Li Xianyue and her companions were simply too ignorant: they all made a move, and they actually had the courage to escape.

At this time, they themselves let go of all their momentum and deliberately pressed on their partners together, both to punish them and to force them to bow their heads.

The partners clenched their teeth, the momentum of the Spirit Venerable level was too uncomfortable to press on their bodies, not to mention that there were five of them, and the partners even had a little difficulty breathing.

However, Li Xianyue and her partners still looked at the five Spirit Venerable-level beast clan powerhouses and the beast clan cultivators behind them with a calm face, and compromise was completely impossible.

The partners all knew in their hearts that the most important thing now was to take advantage of the fact that the beast clan powerhouse relaxed their vigilance a little, and the partners immediately entered the underground passage, and then waited for the opportunity to circle with the beast clan.

"Little things, accept despair, the deity will not give you a chance to jump up and down again. ”

The middle-aged scribe seemed to have been in the Terrans for many years, and knew the temperament of the Terrans very well, and he could see the thoughts of his companions at a glance, and simply interrupted their hopes.

"Uh-huh, little things, aren't you panicking?" the middle-aged scribe saw that his companions couldn't escape, but his expression did not change, and he seemed very dissatisfied.

It is impossible for the Terrans to surrender to the Orcs, and the Orcs have known about it for a long time, and they will not think that their partners will surrender now.

However, the middle-aged scribe just likes to watch the panic of the Terrans, so that he can make fun of the Terrans to his heart's content.

The partners only thought that they could delay the time, but they still didn't pay attention to the middle-aged scribe, which made the middle-aged scribe feel very boring.

The middle-aged scribe had a hard time with his partners, and he had to force his partners to panic, and his partners were happy to see it, so they spent it with the middle-aged scribe.

"Miao Zhonghuai, torture that little fat man!"

Chen Luo watched the middle-aged scribe play directly by himself, and didn't do anything serious for a long time, so he had to urge the middle-aged scribe through his mental power.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Chen Luo impatiently, he couldn't understand why his partners had been caught, and Chen Luo didn't come out to punish the little fat man but stayed among his partners.

In its opinion, there is no need to hide it now, just take Li Xianyue directly, there is no need to make it so troublesome.

Chen Luo did not explain the reason to the middle-aged scribe, but repeatedly urged the middle-aged scribe several times, and the middle-aged scribe had no choice but to comply.

Of course, Chen Luo would not tell the middle-aged scribe that he had been embarrassed by the fat man countless times along the way, but he simply wanted to watch the little fat man be abused very badly.

In Chen Luo's opinion, as a member of the Spirit Venerable level of the Ten Great Clans, those experiences that he did not have an advantage over were all shameful pasts, and they were passed on to the Beast Clan without saying it.

The middle-aged scribe beckoned two Spirit King-level powerhouses to drag the little fat man out, and fell directly to the ground like that, as if he was throwing away waste.

The little fat man didn't say a word, and took the opportunity to glance at his partners, telling them to leave him alone and wait for the opportunity to escape back into the underground passage.

The middle-aged scribe seemed to like to play very much, and instead of cleaning up the little fat man directly, and then beating him to a half-crippled point, he started playing again.

The middle-aged scribe lightly smashed a small aura mass on the little fat man's face, one on the left and then one on the right, and had a lot of fun.

"Haha, the deity hit the thirtieth time, the deity is really good. ”

The middle-aged scribe praised himself desperately, his demeanor and movements were not at all like an adult Spirit Venerable level cultivator, but like a fun-loving beast cub.

The middle-aged scribe had the intention of playing and insulting the little fat man, and his hand strength was not great, but there were too many times, and the little fat man's face was still swollen.

Maybe he had already experienced the pain of losing his father, and the little fat man had become a lot more mature, but he was not angry, so as not to make the middle-aged scribe find happiness in it.

But there were still tears flashing in the little fat man's eyes, naturally it was not painful, but sad that his family had fallen into the hands of the hateful beasts.

"Hmph, dead fat man, if you control me again, my orc clan will not double it back!"

Chen Luo saw the miserable humiliation of the little fat man by the middle-aged scribe at this time, and his heart became very happy, and he suddenly found that the middle-aged scribe's method seemed to be very good.

"Eh, this little thing really doesn't need to be beaten, and it's going to be scrapped in a while. The middle-aged scribe said with a smile to the surrounding beasts.

The surrounding beast cultivators pointed at the little fat man, and said that scum like the little fat man should be eaten as food for the beast clan.

"No, no, no, I haven't had enough of it, and it's not too late to give you food when I've had enough. ”

The middle-aged scribe hurriedly shook his head, stopped the impulsive orc cultivators, and continued to play its so-called game.

Although the middle-aged scribe said that the little fat man's face was about to be wasted, he still stared at the little fat man's face, and seemed to be very keen on humiliating the human race.

In the end, the little fat man's face kept bleeding, but the middle-aged scribe was still playing until the little fat man couldn't help but faint.

Li Xianyue and her partners also competed to replace the little fat man, but the middle-aged scribe received Chen Luo's transmission and ignored the partners.

"Tear him up!" The middle-aged scribe saw that the little fat man was useless, and angrily threw the little fat man into the group of beast cultivators behind him, and gave a cruel order.

However, the beast cultivators just trampled the little fat man under their feet, and did not tear it immediately, as if they were waiting for the next signal.

The middle-aged scribe looked at Li Xianyue, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious, and Li Xianyue understood it at a glance.

From beginning to end, the attention of the beast clan has always been on him, the possible master of the String Moon Sword, and the little fat man has only suffered this great humiliation because he has annoyed Chen Luo.

Li Xianyue regretted a little, she shouldn't have let the little fat man know that Chen Luo was from the Spirit Transformation Clan, otherwise there would not have been such a tragedy.

"Master, you said you were waiting for us here, why haven't you come yet?"

Li Xianyue couldn't help but feel anxious at this time, looking forward to Venerable Yuan being able to bring the soldiers of Nanying to save the poor little fat man.

However, Li Xianyue glanced at the sky, but there was no shadow of Venerable Yuan at all, and she couldn't help but feel a little desperate in her heart.

Li Xianyue didn't dare to take out the Xianyue War Sword and become a sinner of the human race, but he wanted to save the little fat man, so he fell into a deep entanglement.