"Come in, how to get in and out, no matter how you grind, you don't have to go in, it's a shame to be thrown into the entire sect!"

Lin Rongrong poked her head out from behind her senior brother and said viciously.

Song Wanling bent her eyes sweetly, rolled her eyes at the other party, shook her hand again, and slipped to the back of the team.

Soon entered the secret realm, and the place where it appeared was a rather harsh environment of rocks and yellow sand.

Song Wanling looked back, and the secret realm passage had long since disappeared, as if the space had been transferred in the blink of an eye.

There was something strange in her heart, and with a thought, the streamer passed through itself, and the ends hung down from her wrists, and the blue light was light.

With both hands pinching, the aqua blue fluorescence converged into a translucent spirit butterfly, which scattered and flew forward.

The sensing force is instantly sharp, and the range increases.

Song Wanling walked forward with confidence, and this walk took a full hour.

The original exuberance was replaced by prudence, and then prudence was replaced by irritability.

When she finally saw a little green in an earthy yellow, her eyes lit up and she rushed over.

At this moment, the greenery continued to flourish, the spirit butterflies overflowed, and Song Wanling quickly stopped.

On tiptoe, he jumped into the air with agility, and the water moon silk draped on his body swirled and waved away with a wave of his hand.

The streamer flowed lightly in the air, and the waves rose in the air.

It turned out to be a strange cry from a strange bird with two wings and a blue body, and then it rattled and slammed over.

With her arms outstretched, the streamer poured into the air, and with a wave of her hand, it twisted into a rope that bent in front of the bird's head and pulled it backwards.

But I saw the sharp beak of the strange bird peck, and the stream of light spread out uncertainly, and it continued to rush towards Song Wanling in the air.

Song Wanling's expression remained unchanged, and the water moon that was raised between her arms broke away from her, and danced towards the approaching strange birds.

Endless clear aura flashed in the air, turning into a thread of blue thread that bound the wings of the strange bird.

Then Lan Aya's movements in all directions were about to close the strange bird in it.

But the strange bird flicked its rough neck, and let out a sharp hiss, and then its wings spread out like two giant blades, and the blue thread broke off.

But it can't escape the shackles of Mizuzuki Aya.

Song Wanling was suspended in the air, her hands pinched, and her hands were immersed in transparent spiritual light.

"Condensation!"

Then a drizzle fell, and her eyes were full of light and bright.

With a clear drink, the drizzle turned into a silver needle, and the two did not hinder each other in the water and moon that floated to the void and wrapped the strange bird.

The spirit needle fell into the body of the strange bird as quickly as possible.

The strange bird kept waving its wings, and its voice became sharper and sharper, but the impact contained in it became weaker and weaker.

Then the ugly body began to spill a little blood red.

Song Wanling fell to the ground, and with a move of her hand, the water moon silk in the air spread like an ordinary streamer, falling towards the ground with the wind.

"Wow!"

At this moment, there was a terrible scream, and the strange bird's terrifying blue and fluffy shell was torn apart.

At this time, Song Wanling had already retreated into the distance, and then smashed the body of the strange bird on the ground, bloody and bloody.

She stepped forward with a wrinkled nose and pulled a flying sword from her storage bag.

Picking at the broken body with the tip of his sword, he didn't see anything valuable, and walked away quickly with a disgusted face.

"That strange bird is extremely fast, and it is even more faint that the sound can stir the sea of consciousness, and the body of the demon beast is hard, not like the fragile body of the monk during the qi training period.

If I hadn't had this water moon aya, I'm afraid it would take a good fight to defeat. ”

Song Wanling recalled the short battle, and couldn't help but caress the water moon silk draped on her body like an ordinary shawl.

Walking through the verdant meadow again, she saw a few elixirs under a big tree, and she instantly lifted her spirits.

After checking the surroundings vigilantly, he took out the jade hoe, and then carefully dug it out and put it into the jade box.

It is not a multi-value spirit stone, but it is completely a cultivation resource that she has found, and Song Wanling still cherishes it.

Along the way, I killed some rather manic demon beasts, and I had some understanding.

Song Wanling was still a little self-aware, and knew that all she encountered was in the middle and late stages of Qi training, so she could easily defeat it.

Otherwise, based on her experience of not fighting many times, she would be a little hanging.

"Hey, what's going on up ahead? There are a lot of spiritual power fluctuations. ”

Shui Yue Aya floated around her body, and Song Wanling's consciousness sank slightly in the storage bag, counting her harvest along the way, happy.

Sensing the induction of the transformation of the spirit butterfly in front of him, he groaned for a while, slightly restrained his spiritual breath, and stepped forward.

"The nine vermilion fruits on the tree are all ten years, and there are more than ten monks present, how to distribute them?"

An inner disciple's sharp gaze swept over everyone present and said in a loud voice.

The inner disciples are bound to obtain the bright red spiritual fruit on the tree, and the spiritual energy is overflowing and is about to ripen.

Although there are many people, they are inner disciples, and one must still be had!

The outer disciple's eyes flickered, but he thought that if he got Zhu Guo and matched this harvest, the first-level cultivation would be able to break through.

still covered up the jealousy of the inner disciples, did not retreat an inch, and the outer disciples united together to force forward.

At this time, there was a little movement behind him, and although the comer was light, he still did not hide from the monks who had already faintly held their respective magic weapons.

Song Wanling smiled slightly at the people who looked on guard.

"Another inner disciple!" The outer disciple led by Yin Yin said with a frown.

"Senior brother doesn't know, this is the disciple of Qingquan Peak Su Min Zhenren who has just been accepted."

The first to speak, the inner disciple with the highest cultivation saw that he was wearing an inner door robe, but he had no impression.

A junior disciple behind him said in a low voice.

His expression was solemn, he looked away, and said loudly: "Heaven and earth spiritual things have virtuous people.

We have not built a foundation, and we dare not call ourselves virtuous, but we take cultivation as a competition, and the winner can get a Zhu Guo, and you can have objections! ”

The inner disciples and the outer disciples made eye contact.

The inner disciple cultivation is higher, but the number is only three.

There are more than ten outer disciples, and the highest cultivation is no more than ten levels of qi refining.

The three inner disciples, plus one Song Wanling, who had just arrived, all four of them nodded faintly.

The rest of the outer disciples could only grit their teeth and agree.

It's just that the alliance of their outer disciples is almost broken.

Originally, they were hostile to the inner disciples, and they were the three disciples of the other party, and I was afraid that they were greedy for three of them.

But the other party said that in the last fight, the winner will get one, then anyone is an enemy.

As for how to fight, the strongest disciple proposed to draw lots.

There was still a stick of incense when the zhu fruit was ripe, and everyone was worried about taking out the lottery directly from the storage bag, so they simply walked away and cut off a piece of bamboo.

Under the eyes of everyone, he used spiritual power to cut out bamboo sticks one by one, and engraved the same mark on every two bamboo sticks.

Then it was disrupted and thrown into the sky, and the bamboo pieces in the sky slowly sank to the ground.

The monks leaped into the air, each taking a bamboo stick.

Song Wanling held the bamboo stick, the mark on the other end was revealed, and she looked around with a slightly curious gaze.

Soon settled on the nun with the same mark as her.

The other party was dressed in an outer door robe, and walked slowly, his eyebrows and eyes were tense, and his face was heavy.

She couldn't detect that this inner disciple's cultivation was higher than her!

The inner disciple of Fang just now explained to his senior brother, but the voice did not come out.

And Song Wanling is quite low-key, she only knows her name, and most people don't know her.

The nun still stepped forward with a glimmer of hope.

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