And Yan Ruyu ignored Meng Zhaoxue's words, looked at the disciples in the sect in front of her, and asked, "Everyone is here, right?"

Xiao Lin, the maid on the other side, stepped forward and replied, "Holy Maiden, you have already arrived." ”

"Okay!" Yan Ruyu walked towards the crowd and continued: "It's really a pity that we couldn't pick the fairy grass this year, but we were able to gather it neatly in such a quick time, which is also incomparable to previous years." ”

Yan Ruyu's affirmative tone swept away everyone's depressed heart, "Since we can't find treasures in the wind area, we can go to other areas to see, I have already explored, the fire area is the home of the Tianhuo Sect, and the mountainous area is the farthest away from us, so the forest area is our best choice now." ”

Yan Ruyu stopped, looked at everyone's expectant gaze, and then said, "Does anyone have any objections?" Although he asked other people's opinions, his eyes swept over, and what he said was an order that could not be disobeyed.

Even Meng Zhaoxue, who wanted to oppose on the side, had to bow her head and approve of her idea when she looked at Yan Ruyu.

So we set off right away. Yan Ruyu maintained an indifferent and world-weary gaze, and led the disciples towards the forest area to the north.

But it didn't take long to go, and the spiritual power in front of him was riotous, with a strong suction!

"Hurry back!" Yan Ruyu had already reacted fast enough, and felt that the situation was not right, so she hurriedly made a decision, but the violent wind was like a living thing, and she felt the popularity, and it blew in this direction!

Yan Ruyu commanded the disciples to retreat, but the whirlwind in front was pressing, the rear was full of smoke, and the danger was unknown, "Don't retreat, let's gather as one, release the spiritual power shield, and remember not to give up on every fellow disciple." ”

With Yan Ruyu's command, the fairies of the Yao Immortal Sect have held up the spiritual power shield, you are next to me, I am next to you, the spiritual power shield has formed an overlap, and the defensive ability has naturally increased several times.

Seeing the whirlwind speeding in, Yan Ruyu's sleeves waved, and the fairy silk flew out of the cuffs, tied to the trunks on both sides, while Yan Ruyu's body flew backwards, protecting the disciples of the Yao Immortal Sect.

"Holy Maiden!" The fairies of the Yao Immortal Sect watched as the Holy Maiden stood in front of them, and in the face of the whirlwind of the riot, they almost removed their shields and moved forward.

"Give me all back, whoever dares to disobey my orders, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless!" Yan Ruyu looked calm, the whirlwind in front of her, she was not sure to block it, but she had to block it in front and take the lead, this was her mission as a saint.

The whirlwind flew at great speed, and with the movement, the surrounding grass and tree tree demons were ruthlessly absorbed into it, and a little closer, a human voice was heard.

"Are there any immortal friends in the whirlwind ahead?" Yan Ruyu asked.

But the only thing that responded to her was the sound of the whirlwind absorbing the grass and trees, and whether it made a screaming sound.

Yan Ruyu sacrificed the spiritual weapon, and flew out a few swords towards the whirlwind, which was like water entering an abyss, and a little ripple was aroused.

Yan Ruyu's expression had to become serious, how could this happen in the wind area, in previous years, they came and went freely in the wind area, and they had never encountered this situation, what happened this year, Yan Ruyu couldn't figure it out.

The time is not to find out how the problem came about, but to solve it.

Yan Ruyu no longer kept her hand, raised the spiritual weapon, and the strong spiritual power filled out, a faint spiritual fragrance drifted away with the wind, and a bright red light emanated from Yan Ruyu's body.

"The first slash of the Falling Flower Holy Sword!"

The spirit weapon in Yan Ruyu's hand spread out in the form of illusion petals, like a sword and crossbow type launched towards the whirlwind.