"Hahaha, don't be too grateful to me, at most, just promise me, hey, don't write it, your dearest brother Tianche is still busy, don't ask me what I'm doing, I won't tell you I'm saving the world......"

Seeing the end, Leng Meiying couldn't help but snort softly: "Small, still save the world?" It would be nice not to have the world come to save you......"

Although she was dissatisfied on her lips, her heart was always sweet, at least, she already knew that someone was thinking about herself all the time...... Although this person is a little thick-skinned and a little boring, he is still so happy in the bottom of Leng Meiying's heart......

"Hey, Captain, you're smiling so happily, could it be that Lord Wind has sent a letter?" Nightscale looked at Leng Meiying's sweet smile and couldn't help but joke.

However, only he knows how sour this joke is.

Of course, Nightscale didn't know how bleak the disappointment in the eyes of Meng Changsheng and the other people next to him was when he said this......

"Hehe, it's some boring guy, move on!"

Leng Meiying replied as he took out the hundred-cubic-cube space ring that had been prepared and tied it to the skylark's body, and then patted its little head.

The lark chirped in joy, flapped its wings, flew thirty feet, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Playing with two identical gems, Leng Meiying closed his eyes and felt slightly, and an attraction came from the front, although the breath was very light, but it was clearly there.

Leng Meiying couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said, "Go, catch up with them." ”

Hanshilin's team of 100 people was very clearly divided into two parts, most of them followed the waning moon and swallowing the sky, and the small part followed the dragon group and the cold moon thirteen swords.

The two groups of people are one in front of the other, no more than 30 meters apart, the former is noisy, like the New Year's lantern festival, and the people who know each other even keep fighting.

The latter were even fewer in number, less than thirty and less than four, but none of them spoke, and even if they occasionally spoke, they were all cautiously whispered, in stark contrast to the former.

Looking at the arrogant and infinite crowd in front of him, Leng Meiying's brows couldn't help frowning, Ouyang Rufeng was really too much, if he didn't have a problem, Leng Meiying wouldn't believe it anyway!

However, at this time, Leng Meiying did not appear to stop them, but followed them all the way, gradually getting deeper.

This forest is wider, bigger, and more dangerous than the one at the time of the battle for Myoba.

At least, there weren't many ferocious monsters in that forest back then.

But now, almost every few steps you can encounter a powerful demonic beast.

Of course, although the strength is not weak, it is only at the level of the Martial King or the Martial Emperor, and there are very few in the Martial Emperor realm.

Almost all of the demonic beasts of this level come to deliver food, and they don't need a few people to take action at all, and they can kill the demonic beasts in this area.

The hundreds of Martial Emperor Realm powerhouses marched all the way, and soon broke through to a depth of more than ten miles.

Then, the solemnity on Leng Meiying's face began to turn into a sneer.

Ouyang Rufeng is really problematic, and there is still a big problem.

The swagger along the way was almost no longer beating gongs and drums, and while encountering those powerful monsters, they were also remembered by some powerful characters.