At this time, the two sides are not in contact with each other.

There were already dozens of young people who had just finished their morning classes, and the number of them continued to increase as time went on.

These hot-blooded young people who didn't know the truth all had their beards and hair, and they glared at Luo Yang with angry faces.

......

Luo Yang got up casually and patted his hooves, as if he had just slapped a fly to death, and the clouds were light and light.

His back was straight, and once again he looked at the audience, and the irony on the narrow pig's face could be seen by a blind man.

Then, he took a deep breath, a hint of banter flashing through his eyes.

The hooves slammed down from the height, and with the trembling sensation of the big earthquake, he let out a fierce pig roar at the crowd.

This roar was like destroying the world, shaking the elites of the Heavenly Temple and bleeding, and the dust that followed instantly formed a storm like substance.

Screaming, rolling up the crowd and throwing it into the air...

Luo Yang spat on the ground, not paying attention to these spoiled children. Turning around, he picked up the dog egg and slowly left in the direction of the inner sanctum.

At this time, from the perspective of everyone in the sky, they could only see the fat buttocks of the white-skinned demon and the pig's tail that was beating without a match.

With such a crowd flying in the air, it strangely converged into a "beautiful" pig-tail sweeping fly picture.

In the middle of the night, all the flies screamed and fell to the ground.

......

......

At this time, in Huangxi Town, Bibo and his party, who had been busy all night and still found nothing, set off to return in the unwilling roar of the Great Sage Son.

Without the cart and all the martial artists, the speed of the crowd was very fast.

However, after a meal, he had already driven out more than 20 miles and was about to get out of the jungle.

Hua Feiyang Hua Shengzi was lying softly in the chariot, the fan kept shaking and shaking, and Yan Fei's brain hurt when he saw it, and he couldn't help but persuade:

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a chance this time, everyone did their best. Then Luo Yan'er will be in your pocket sooner or later, why bother about it?"

"Do your best?" Hua Shengzi slapped the handle of the fan, jumped up from the chaise longue in the chaise, and looked down at Yan Fei, who was riding a horse below, his face distorted:

"Why don't you let me care, huh? One or two hundred! Big man! I can't even find him a little girl, this is called trying?

Then why don't they try their best to die?"

Then he poked his head out and pointed behind him:

"A bunch of useless garbage! fuck me out!" he said and lay down angrily and fanned the wind.

Yan Fei stroked his forehead with one hand, and finally gave up communicating with this mentally retarded person, turned his head and smiled apologetically to everyone behind him.

Bibo Zhongzhong's face was blue and red, and they all barely squeezed out a smile to respond at this time.

Yan Fei sighed in his heart, turned his head, and stopped talking.

So, the whole team sped up with such a dull "harmony" atmosphere, and soon reached the edge of the forest.

Suddenly, Yan Fei, who had just walked out of the jungle, swung his right hand upwards to stop everyone.

With his left hand behind his back, he quickly made a hand gesture of full vigilance, and rode forward.

Hua Shengzi also stood up from the chariot, looked ahead in surprise, and muttered in his heart: "Why is this old man here?"

That's right, a figure standing in the distance with his hands in his hands is none other than the master of a thousand-mile radius: St. Ross, the Lord of the Heavenly Temple.

Rose's expression was unknown because of the smoke, but the words he said were with a chill like ice ballast, which hit everyone's hearts far away:

"Hand over Yan'er now, I can spare you!......

Just, they're all dead~!"

There was a dead silence.

No one dares to doubt what a seventh-level saint said, even if he gambles on his life, as long as he agrees, he will basically do what he says, which is the dignity of a saint.

Yan Fei had already come to Rose at this time, and before he could wait for the horse to stop, he flew and jumped off the horse.

Then straightened his clothes, pounded his right hand on his chest and bowed, bowed his head sincerely and asked:

"Dear Lord Saint Rose, I don't know where the juniors and others have Fan Shengyan, I hope that my lord can make me understand my death!"

Rose didn't answer, just stared straight at the guy in front of him who thought he was smart.

In the middle of the night, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Yan Fei's head. He vaguely understood that his pretense of confusion was afraid that he had annoyed the other party.

"Panic!" he bowed again, his mind racing for a solution.

"I just heard what the adults said, mentioning that Miss Luo's whereabouts are related to the juniors and others, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding. As he spoke, he straightened up and looked at Ross with sincerity on his face:

"When I was holding the lamp last night, the younger generation did see Miss, and it was strange to see her only at the front door, but to leave over the wall.

I talked about it as a joke with my son.

The Holy Son has a temperament, and when he heard it, he was anxious, this girl went out alone at night, it was too dangerous. also complained about why the juniors didn't stop Miss. After that, there was really a trace of guilt on his face.

"And then?" Ross said in a calm tone, unable to hear anything.

"Then," Yan Fei turned to look at the way he came:

Then the Son took the opportunity of the return journey and ordered the town to find out the whereabouts of the young lady.

But until dawn, there was no trace of the young lady. In desperation, the juniors and others who were responsible for the Lord of the Flower Hall had no choice but to leave first. I hope you will see it!"

With that, he spread his hands and looked at Rose honestly.

Rose remained silent.

After a while, Fang Cai glanced at Yan Fei with deep meaning, and his figure blurred instantly, and disappeared in an instant.

But after Yan Fei left, the whole person seemed to collapse on the ground, panting heavily, and his clothes were instantly wet with sweat gushing out of his pores.

This is the horror of a seventh-level saint.

His face was pale, he stopped the palace people who ran over to support him, and looked at the Great Flower Son who was walking at the end, with a strange and thoughtful expression.

At this time, a divine thought transmission was echoing in his mind, which Rose had forced in when he was leaving...

"If my Heavenly Temple doesn't fall, you Yan Fei is above ten thousand people under one person!"

......

......

said that the initiator of this conflict, Miss Luo Yan'er, finally yawned and woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and whispered: "Xiao Yue'er, go get some crispy cakes, I'm so hungry~"

She didn't hear a response, she was stunned at first, and then her eyes began to focus, and she completely sobered up.

"Wow~" Looking at the stomach acid lake that had not changed much for a night, Luo Yan'er exclaimed in surprise.

At this time, there was no stomach acid in the stomach pouch, and it was full of milky white liquid.

It reminded her of last night's mushroom soup.

Wiping away the saliva that accidentally ran out, she happily took out a delicate stick from the "robot cat brand" ring.

After shoving one end into the liquid lake, she pressed a button on the top of the stick.