Feng Wushi just smiled bitterly.

He knows.

As long as the bleeding from the wound on Ye Luo's body does not stop, the blood will continue to flow from the wound on the same part of his body.

It's like a curse that has been around for thousands of years. No solution.

"The sect master doesn't need to worry, the poor monk still has important matters, so he will leave first." Feng Wufu got up, because he wanted to leave.

"Master of no release and slow." Yunjing Zhenren couldn't help but worry, "You have blood behind you, it's better to rest and bandage your wounds......"

"The poor monk is really in a hurry, I'm sorry sect master, the poor monk is leaving."

There was a rare touch of scorched color in Feng Wu's eyes, his hands were folded, he made a Buddha salute, and turned around and walked away quickly.

The closer you got to her, the worse the pain became.

He could feel that she must be not far away.

She must still be in the middle of the exam.

With telepathy and pain induction, he soon came to the northwest corner of the mountain behind the first peak and found the trace of the beautiful woman.

He saw a large dense area of black prison demon vines, in the dim sunlight, spreading and expanding in all directions with teeth and claws, and the corrosive sharp black thorns were looking for prey everywhere, spirit trees, spirit grasses, spirit flowers, and spirit roots, all of which were not let go, devouring them completely.

And Ye Luo, standing not far from the Black Prison Demon Vine, was pale, his back was stained with blood, his thin lips were black, and there were faint signs of poisoning.

Feng Wushi immediately understood what was going on!

She participated in the freshman assessment, and she should have drawn one of the most difficult and dangerous tasks.

Feng Wushi just wanted to step forward and help Ye Luo stop bleeding and remove poison and heal her injuries, when she saw that she took out two medicine bottles by herself, took a few pills, and her face improved. At the same time, he can also clearly feel that the wound on his back is also healing synchronously.

It's amazing.

A one-way induction between him and her.

From childhood to adulthood, Feng Wufu has suffered a lot of injuries for no reason because of Ye Luo. But he never complained, hated. He was even a little glad that she didn't have to bear his injuries and pain.

He saw that she was just right, and wanted to rush forward with his weapon and fight those black prison demon vines.

What a strong little girl.

The corners of Feng Wu's lips hooked a gentle arc, and he said, "Why don't you try the Buddha bone relics that Miss Ye gave you without worry?"

The things of the underworld are the most taboo of the Buddha's light.

Ye Luo was slightly stunned.

She was worried, but suddenly, a sound clearer than the stream, and dustier than the clouds, came from not far away.

She turned her head and saw the fairy.

No matter how many times he saw Feng Wuxi, Ye Luo couldn't help but sigh to himself, there was such a handsome, extraordinary, noble and gentle monk in the world. On his body, you will never feel a trace of murderous or turbidity.

The temperament of the wind is always clean enough to make you ashamed of yourself.

"Why are the six princes here?"

As soon as the words came out, Ye Luo wanted to slap himself.

Isn't that nonsense?

Feng Wuwu has come to take the freshman exam, and with Wuwu's out-of-the-box temperament, Feng Wufu will definitely not let her go, so as not to turn the Cloud Fury Sect upside down.

The poor monk came to see ...... "You."

Feng Wuxi paused, forcibly choked back the words, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, lowered his eyelids, and said, "The poor monk looks around." ”

The monks don't speak.

It was as if he had accidentally broken the vows.

Amitabha.

Buddha, you forgive me.

Ye Luo naturally didn't know about Feng Wuxi's inner battle at the moment, and immediately took out the bracelet he won from Feng Wuwu.