Rut...... Hearing this word, Niu Yuantu, who ran over with Shu Feiyao, was stunned and almost tripped himself to the ground.

This junior brother is really imaginative, and he really dares to say that in front of a woman, he is like this, is he not afraid of being scolded? Niu Yuanhang thought to himself,

"What are you talking about...... Shu Feiyao quietly flew two red clouds on his face, and Xingchen's eyes blinked, in this shouting and killing, there was a different demeanor.

Niu Yuanhang, who watched it, sighed deeply in his heart, and felt that there was still a big gap between himself and Ling Zhi.

casually threw the two bags of things behind him to Niu Yuanhang, "Help me take care of it." Ling Zhi raised his head and took the last spirit pill in the bottle, and the spiritual power in his body quickly filled again.

"Oh, and this little thing!" Ling Zhi picked up the little beast hiding in his arms, since it was hit by the six-rank desolate beast, the little beast curled up and hid in Ling Zhi's arms, and it didn't move a few times along the way.

If it hadn't been for the halfway probe and make sure that the little beast was just frightened, the six-rank desolate beast that just couldn't stop the attack, and most of its strength had been retracted, and it couldn't cause any damage to the little beast, Ling Zhi wouldn't have been so calm.

"Wow! so cute!" Shu Feiyao exclaimed, holding the little beast in his arms, his big eyes radiating a light of surprise.

I have to say that a woman is really a strange creature, and in such an occasion, I am afraid that only a woman can do it.

"Senior Brother Ling, where are you going, your spiritual power has not yet recovered. There are still injuries on his body!" Niu Yuanhang grabbed Ling Zhi's arm and asked.

"Hehe, I'm fine. It's just that a beast just hurt it, and I can't bear it. Ling Zhi smiled, and some of the low-level desolate beasts he had killed on the way were sprayed on his face, and the blood that had not yet dried fell to the ground under the influence of his smile.

Ling Zhi pulled out his arm, pulled out the ink sword, touched the little beast that was tightly held in Shu Feiyao's arms, still trembling, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll avenge you." ”

The little beast finally removed its little paws from its face, lifted its little head from Shu Feiyao's arms, whimpered, and shook its head.

It seems that he thinks that the wild beast is powerful, and he is worried that Ling Zhi will not be able to deal with it.

"Why, look down on me. Ling Zhi laughed, rubbed the little beast's soft little head fiercely, and then said to himself in his heart, "If I can't even protect you, what qualifications do I have to think of saving my father?"

"Be careful. Shu Feiyao actually stopped Niu Yuanhang from speaking again to stop Ling Zhi this time, but hugged the little beast, his voice was soft, he hid his worries deeply, and looked at Ling Zhi with warm and firm big eyes.

She remembered that on that day, Ling Zhi was also so decisive, like a god, appeared in the mining area and took him away.

Just like he is now, there is a beast that hurts it, and I can't bear it.

This is Ling Zhi's character, and it is also his principle of doing things, she likes it very much, and thinks that men should be like this.

Since you can't stop him, then cheer him on and let him go.

She is timid, but not stupid.

Among the disciples of the Fallen Leaf Sect, there were some timid people who cursed Ling Zhi in their hearts in the face of such a group of desolate beasts.

However, when they were jointly defending against the attack of the desolate beast herd, Ling Zhi, who was cursing in his heart, rushed out from their side with a fierce momentum.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the herd of wild beasts.

The composition of the desolate beast group is very strange, one to three grades are everywhere, and then up, four to five grades, but there are only a few dozens, and the number of those sixth-grade desolate beasts is about the same.

Obviously, Ling Zhi has really killed the four or five grade desolate beasts of these peaks these days, and almost broke the dynasty.

Those low-level desolate beasts naturally couldn't stop Ling Zhi, and Ling Zhi's gaze had always been locked on a desolate beast that looked like a leopard.

The next six desolate beasts, thunder fire leopards!

The body is three meters long, and the body muscle lines are very smooth and streamlined. The muscles all over his body were full of explosive power, and his frequent attacks at the moment caused a lot of trouble to the deciduous disciples in that direction.

After all, most of the people gathered at this moment are the younger generation of deciduous disciples, and the number is not as large as the desolate beasts, although there are people from the Contribution Hall who make a move, they can only stop most of the six or seven desolate beasts among them, and there are still fish that have slipped through the net, and they can't be busy.

It was this Thunderfire Leopard that attacked the little beast and led to the start of the chase!

Ling Zhi was in the group of desolate beasts at this moment, and the surrounding desolate beasts were rioting, and almost every minute and every second, different desolate beasts attacked him.

"Who is that disciple? Exit quickly, it's dangerous!" a fallen leaf master noticed this and shouted.

"You're looking for your own death. It's good to die, save me trouble. Ye Guangyuan had obviously seen Ling Zhi's appearance, and from the moment Ling Zhi appeared, his expression was a little unnatural.

Relying on the Xuan-level high-grade exercises, the body method in the eight steps of Tianyan, Ling Zhi reluctantly advanced in the group of desolate beasts, and approached the Thunder Fire Leopard little by little.

He wasn't hot-headed looking for death, but he had observed that in addition to the leopard, the only two six-rank desolate beasts in this area were restrained by the fallen leaf master.

After hunting the wild beast for a whole month, he still has such a little eyesight.

And the desolate beasts below the sixth grade, in his eyes, are all floating clouds.

If it weren't for the fact that there were so many wild beasts, he wouldn't have been so difficult at all.

Once again, a sword slapped away a second-grade desolate beast that pounced up, and stabbed into the body of the third-grade desolate beast in front of him with a sword, provoking it, exerting force with his arm, as a meat shield, and waving it forward a few more steps.

Not far in front of Ling Zhi, the clear figure of the thundercloud leopard appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the thundercloud leopard waved its front paws, constantly hitting the defense line formed by the fallen leaf disciples, and was repelled by the disciples with magic techniques, and it would rush up again, and the ferocious power with the sharp claws made those fallen leaf disciples retreat again and again.

The six-rank desolate beast can already pose a threat to the seventh-grade martial artist of the physical realm.

And the Seven Grades of the Physical Realm, the entire Fallen Leaf Sect's younger generation, no more than ten people, standing at the door of the Contribution Hall, wasting a day waiting for the Contribution Hall to open the door, not to mention this group of people, even on the entire Heavenly List, only less than half of the people will come here because of face, or because they happen to have something they want to exchange.

Ordinary disciples, how can they stop it.

The thundercloud leopard stared at the deciduous disciple in front of him, attacking, not caring at all about behind him, in its pitiful IQ, it would not react that there would be a person in the group of wild beasts around it.

In the stunned eyes of those fallen leaf disciples in front of the thundercloud leopard, in the exclamation of Niu Yuanhang, and in the expectation of Shu Feiyao, Ling Zhi stepped on the body of a desolate beast, flew through the air with one foot, and stepped out with the eighth foot, which happened to land on the thundercloud leopard that had just been shot back.

Flying out of the sky like an immortal, his divine posture moved the world, and the eight steps of Tianyan that he suddenly used flexibly, and his flying posture alarmed most of the fallen leaf disciples.

And he held the hilt of the ink sword in one hand, pinched the jet-black sword body with the fingers of the other, and pounced forward, slashing the long sword from the neck of the thundercloud leopard and passing through the body.

Blood was spilled all over the sky.

Flowing water, all in one go. In the army of ten thousand beasts, with the strength of the second grade of the physical realm, take the head of the sixth-grade desolate beast!

Wei Zhen four

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