Mu Tianxin was mainly because Xue Wufang was angry at Su Mu's inhumane practices, even if she didn't have the contract Water Spirit and Cold Water, she wouldn't let Xue Wufang go easily.

After all, Sumu told them a lot of important information.

Because of Yang Wu and Yuechen in charge, those elven beasts didn't dare to approach Mu Tianxin and his party easily.

However, there are always one or two elves who don't know how to lift, and the ending can be imagined, they dug up the elf stone by Mu Tianxin, and they had to start cultivating from scratch.

After walking for almost half an hour, Mu Tianxin, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped, and the rest of the people followed.

"Someone's voice." Mu Tianxin whispered.

"Yang Dance." Mu Xiyu called, and the latter immediately gave Mu Tianxin and them invisible magic.

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Tianxin and the others finally saw the figure of the person who came.

There were three men walking towards them, all of whom had silver-white hair, but their eyes were of different colors.

The man walking in the middle was very eye-catching, and compared to the two people next to him, he was as handsome as the stars holding the moon.

He was dressed in a dark black brocade robe, with a silver-white epiphany embroidered on the collar and sleeves, and his figure was tall and erect.

The long silver-white hair is tied into a high ponytail with an inky headband, and a pair of inky eyes are as bottomless as an abyss.

The whole person is like a pine and cypress standing on the edge of a cliff, standing tall and arrogant.

"Holy Son, did we come out this time to find traces of elves?" The man on the left looked cautiously at the man in the middle.

The handsome man, known as the "Holy Son", did not reply, but just looked ahead with a serious face and continued to move forward.

"Are you going to ask this question a hundred times? We didn't come out to look for elven traces! The man on the right was speechless.

"Cedar, Snow Eagle, you're talking too much." The handsome man frowned impatiently.

"We know that we are wrong, My Son." Cedar, Snow Eagle hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Get up," said the handsome man indifferently, "and have come out this time to pluck herbs for the Lord." ”

"I see, the Lord is an example to my people! At a young age, he is a top alchemist! The man on the left, Cedar said with a look of adoration.

"Isn't it, our lord, but the top genius of the Tianluo clan, no one can compare." Speaking of this, Xue Ying seemed to realize something, and hurriedly said, "Of course, our Holy Son is also very powerful. Now that his bone age is only twenty-eight years old, he is an eighth-order Dharma Saint! ”

The handsome man, that is, the holy son of the Tianluo clan, Xue Liyan pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, "The Lord is still the most powerful existence, and Long'er and I can't compare to her at all." ”

Snow Eagle suddenly didn't know what to say, and he was now in a dilemma. Neither the Lord nor the Son wanted to offend.

And Cedar replied for him: "The Holy Maiden is also very powerful, but in the past two years, she is a fifth-order Law Saint!" ”

Xue Li threw them two scrolls with a blank face, "You can find the corresponding herbs according to the pattern drawn on them and complete the task." ”

"Yes!" The two hurriedly answered, and then began to look around.

And Mu Tianxin and his party were not far from them, looking at them in a daze.

"I didn't expect that we would meet the Holy Son of Tianluo." Mu Xiyu hooked the corners of her mouth.

"It seems that this Tianluo Holy Lord Xue Wufang is really powerful." The drunken crimson peach blossom eyes of the flowers sank slightly, the eighteen-year-old third-order magic god and the top alchemist, this is not an ordinary talent.