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A group of several figures walked together, although they did not exude a powerful momentum, but the occasional fluctuations caused the surrounding demon beasts or monks to quickly dodge.

This group of people was a few disciples of the Divine Beast Clan such as Wang Lin, Meng Youran, and Qingjue Mountain, and they were quickly rushing towards the direction of the Third City at this time.

"Brother Jeshan, in such a large area here, you have gathered so quickly, it really makes me envious. On the way, Wang Lin ran forward and turned his head towards Qingjue Mountain and said.

Qing Jueshan smiled, with some arrogance on his face, and said: "The qi of my Divine Beast Clan is different from ordinary people, even if we gather thousands of miles together, we can sense each other, not to mention, the distance when we disperse here is not too far. ”

"I see, no wonder the five of you got together in such a short time, I didn't expect this reason. Wang Lin nodded and said softly.

At this time, Chu Poyun of the Qilin Clan opened his mouth and said, "Brother Wang Lin, take the liberty of asking, how many years have you cultivated so far?"

As soon as Chu Poyun spoke, the rest of the people also looked at Wang Lin, and even Meng Youran was very curious about Wang Lin's exact age, because Wang Lin looked too young, and those who didn't know thought that he had been cultivating since his mother's womb.

"There's nothing I can't say about this, I started cultivating at the age of twelve, and I used to have weak meridians and had been building a foundation, and it has been about eight years now. Wang Lin shrugged his shoulders and said very easily.

As soon as Wang Lin's words were finished, Qing Jueshan and the others were stunned for a moment, they didn't expect that Wang Lin's cultivation world would be so short, you must know that there are five of them, and each of them is already in their thirties.

It took a total of nearly twenty years of cultivation to reach the level of almost half-step emperor rank, although the cultivator doesn't care about the length of time along the way, laying a good foundation is the key, but there are also golden years of cultivation.

Generally speaking, before the age of fifty is the best time to cultivate, and if you want to become a venerable rank, you must become an emperor before the age of 100, so that there is hope.

Judging from the current situation, it means that their cultivation time is twice that of Wang Lin, and their achievements are on par, and this result makes several people who have always regarded themselves as geniuses a little ashamed.

They didn't believe that Wang Lin was impetuous and didn't lay a good foundation, for a person like him who could cross the Great Rank to face the enemy, the foundation must be very strong.

The few people in Qingjue Mountain stopped talking, they had already been hit by Wang Lin, but although Meng Youran on the side was also surprised, she didn't have much expression, after all, as a human race, she knew better.

A few people hurried silently, and when they were tired, they found a place to rest, and after resting, they continued to hurry, and the demon beasts they encountered on the road were also easily solved by them, and the disciples of other races were directly frightened when they saw the three half-step emperor ranks.

In this way, more than two months have passed, and during this period, several people have established some friendship, and after such a long time of coexistence, Qingjue Mountain and others have more and more admiration for Wang Lin.

Although among several people, Wang Lin's cultivation was the lowest, they knew that Wang Lin's strength was not like this, especially when they saw him easily kill a demon beast in the early stage of the Emperor Rank, they admired it even more.

It is not difficult for them to kill people by crossing the first order, but it is different if they cross the third order in a row.

However, their admiration for Wang Lin is not only because of his strong strength, but also because his barbecue is so delicious, which makes the two women, Meng Youran and Zhu Fenger, a little disregarded their image.

As a king-level monk, especially a powerful king-level monk, even if you don't eat or drink for a year or two, as long as you have spiritual support, it's no problem.

But since they ate Wang Lin's first barbecued meat, this situation of not eating or drinking has completely changed, and they will eat it almost every few days, and the one who eats it is called a cool!

And the friendship between them is more developed and established in eating and drinking, especially when drinking, the relationship is better.

This kind of relationship is no longer implemented because of the orders of the high-level, and the people of Qingjue Mountain have really recognized Wang Lin in the past two months, and they want to be better from the bottom of their hearts.

The disciples of the Divine Beast Clan are arrogant, but once they regard a certain person as a friend, they are absolutely the same and can be trusted, which is the same as the Barbarians, Giant Clans and other races.

"Brother Wang Lin, I have to say that the meat you roasted is so delicious, I never get tired of eating it. Xuanwu Xuanwu muttered as he stuffed the golden roast meat into his mouth.

His body was covered with oil, his face was still stained with meat crumbs, and he kept stuffing barbecue meat into his mouth, as if he was afraid that others would rob him.

And after he finished speaking, Bai Han of the White Tiger Clan next to him stretched out his hand and slapped him, and said with a dark face: "You pay attention to your image, look at your appearance, it's really a shame for our Divine Beast Clan." ”

"I don't look good at eating, look at them, how good are they?" Xuan Split pointed at Chu Poyun and Qingjue Mountain, who were eating fiercely, with his greasy big finger, as a disciple of the Qinglong Clan and the Qilin Clan, he had to eat more than others.

Being pointed at by Xuan Crack, Qing Jueshan suddenly threw a bone over, and scolded with a smile: "You eat yours, what are you doing with the two of us?"

Xuan Crack looked at Qingjue Mountain with an aggrieved face, and his pitiful appearance made everyone laugh, and there was a happy atmosphere between the mountains and forests.

Although these people of the Divine Beast Clan often quarreled, when Wang Lin could find that they were actually full of smiles and care on their faces.

"Brother Wang Lin, come, drink. Zhu Feng'er picked up a wine glass, raised it at Wang Lin and said, don't look at Meng Youran and don't like to drink, but although Zhu Feng'er is a woman, the amount of wine is really not bad.

"Yes, Brother Wang Lin, come, drink. ”

"Drink"

Qingjue Mountain, Bai Han, Chu Poyun, Xuan Crack, and the dream of not drinking all raised their wine glasses, and when Wang Lin saw this, he also smiled and said, "Come, drink." ”

Several people raised their glasses together and drank heartily, and suddenly there was a noisy sound between the mountains and forests, and the aroma of wine wafted out several miles away, and there were probably not many people who could be so calm in this place where monsters were rampant.

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In the northern part of the continent, a man and a woman are walking side by side, their speed seemingly slow, but they leave layers of illusions in place, and each step is several feet away.

One of them was full of a faint coldness, and his delicate face was beautiful, but it was cold, and the other was always surrounded by a trace of murderous aura, and his face was always so stiff, like a peerless killing god.

The two of them just walked like that, no one spoke, the scene was very silent, even a little cold, and when they encountered some demon beasts or monks blocking the road on the road, they were killed directly, cleanly.

They are the White Desert of the Blood God Sect and the Gu Ruthlessness of the Sea Star Sect, I don't know why, the two of them seem to be very fateful, and they can meet when they are randomly teleported here.

"How far is it from the Seventh City?" Finally, Gu Wuru broke the silence, stared ahead, opened his mouth and whispered, although his face was still so cold, but his eyes were full of waves.

Bai Mo turned his head and glanced at Gu Wuru, and only after a moment did he say, "At the current speed, there are probably more than three months to go. ”

"Hmm. Gu Wuru nodded lightly and said, "There is still plenty of time, I hope nothing will happen to you in the future." ”

Bai Mo looked into the distance, his dark red eyes swept over the surrounding scene, and he stopped talking, and the scene fell silent again.

In this way, the two walked again for about half an hour in silence, Gu Wuru suddenly stopped, staying where he was, seeing this, Bai Mo was a little puzzled, but he still stopped.

"Tell me honestly, two and a half years ago, the man in the bloody coat with the golden mask on his face who saved me was you? ”

Gu ruthless stared at Bai Mo in front of her, she wanted to ask this question at the first glance after seeing Bai Mo a year ago, but then things developed a little too much, and she didn't care about it.

Hearing Gu Wulu's words, Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then said: "Two and a half years ago, I did just return to the Western Wilderness from Dongzhou, and I was indeed bloody, but there were too many things that happened on the road, I don't remember. ”

"Don't remember?"

Gu ruthless clenched his silver teeth, his face was slightly red, and he looked at Bai Mo and said again: "Then let me remind you, at that time, a woman with a pound of face was plotted by someone, and she was heavily poisoned, and you saved her." ”

Gu Wuru wanted to say something, but his face was a little hot, and he didn't continue.

Bai Mo on the side fell into deep thought, his eyes were full of thought, and he recalled for a long time, "At that time, it seems that I did save a woman and healed her injuries, but what does this have to do with you." ”

But after saying this, Bai Mo's pupils shrank, he looked at Gu Wuru in front of him and suddenly understood, and couldn't help blurting out: "You can't be the woman with a face towel, right?"

"That's right, it's me, I'm the woman with a veil and a poisonous body, I really didn't expect that the person who saved me was the Holy Sacrament. Gu Wuru said in a cold voice.

"Then we are really destined. Bai Mo nodded and said, he didn't expect to know Gu Wuru a long time ago.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Mo said again: "That's just a trivial matter, you don't have to remember it all the time, okay, your problem is solved, and we should continue to hurry." ”

From beginning to end, Bai Mo's expression had not changed, it had always been so cold and stiff, as if he was talking about an insignificant trivial matter.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Gu Wuru's eyes, he wanted to say something but didn't say it after all, and then sighed lightly and quickly kept up with Bai Mo's pace.