The wolf howl sounded like a high-frequency vibrating piece of steel, piercing the eardrums.

Hearing this wolf howl, the old monk's face on the tree changed greatly: "This is the golden ......" Before he finished speaking, a copper-yellow shadow came out of the dense forest, crossed the zigzag in the air, and pounced on the mountain giant who was running.

This speed is too fast! The naked eye can barely keep up, and only a series of phantoms can be seen.

Although the speed of the mountain giant is also very fast, it is really slow compared to this mysterious shadow. The mountain giant roared in despair, grabbed the ground with his thick left hand, and dragged the huge body that was rushing to a halt, then raised his arms and slammed into the shadow.

Wherever the phantom passed, the hugging giant trees broke one after another, and the section was smooth and flat, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

In the face of the mountain giant's powerful blow, the phantom suddenly accelerated, slashing a yellow arc and skimming the mountain giant's left leg.

The mountain giants smashed their fists into the air, leaving a large hole in the ground.

Where the phantom passed, the thick left leg covered with rocks was instantly broken, and blue blood splattered out.

The mountain giant stood unsteady and fell down with a roar.

Ye Wentian looked at the scene in front of him in shock, he couldn't believe that the powerful mountain giant was actually defeated like this?

After slicing off the mountain giant's left leg, the phantom did not continue to attack, but landed on the stump of an ancient tree.

Only then did Ye Wentian see the true face of the phantom, this was a giant wolf! It was more than three meters long, and its fur was copper-yellow, shining with a metallic luster in the sun. The wolf had a handful of golden hair on its head, sticky saliva dripping from between its sharp teeth, dark green eyes shining with a fierce and cunning light, and blade-like claws that were a foot long, with blue blood sticking to them, which were the murder weapon that severed the left leg of the mountain giant.

The giant wolf was not in a hurry to kill its prey, but began to admire the mountain giant's painful struggle, and the claws of the blade flipped the sawdust of the ancient tree's stump claws.

The old monk lowered his voice: "This is Wolverine, looking at its size, its spiritual power should be infinitely close to a thousand, no wonder it wants to hunt the mountain giant, if it eats the core of the mountain giant, it can be promoted to the Wolverine King and become a powerful thousand spirit beast." In terms of status, although Wolverine is not as good as the Mountain Giant, the Mountain Giant grows too slowly, while Wolverine eats meat and accumulates spiritual power extremely fast. ”

Wolverine? Ye Wentian couldn't help but think of the movie he had watched in his previous life, and the Wolverine in the movie was really exactly the same as the Wolverine in front of him.

Whether it's Wolverine or Mountain Giant, the spiritual power value is too high, and even if you kill it, you can't absorb their spiritual rings.

Perhaps it was the old monk's voice that caught Wolverine's attention, and Wolverine's fierce eyes held back, and then disappeared in place with a whoosh.

The old monk didn't think about it, and immediately jumped high, and the wind was under his feet, tossing and turning on the canopy, constantly changing positions.

The copper-yellow phantoms were intertwined into a web, and the ancient trees were cut off at the waist, and the broken trees rumbled and toppled down, splashing a large amount of dust.

"Maitreya, cure!" Ye Wentian was so anxious that he shouted without looking back.

Milky white spiritual power overflowed, and the spiritual flame enveloped Maitreya, rising fifteen inches above his head, and a yellow soul rose from under his feet.

This stupid and lustful little monk actually has fifteen levels!

The little monk's hands were opened, and a head-sized vajra wood fish appeared in his left hand, and a vajra hammer appeared in his right hand.

"The first spiritual skill, the Great Compassion Mantra!" Maitreya instantly became solemn, and the vajra hammer gently struck on the wooden fish, making a loud sound.

A milky white word for "sadness" flew out of the wooden fish, slowly enlarged, and floated into Ip Mantian's body.

As soon as the word "sadness" entered his body, Ye Wentian suddenly felt that his spiritual power began to recover rapidly, and the injury on his left hand also recovered instantly.

Maitreya's first spiritual skill, the Great Compassion Mantra, effect: restore 30% of the spiritual power of the unit target, and heal non-fatal injuries.

After recovering from his injuries, Ye Wentian immediately chased after the old monk.

Not a single intact tree can be found within a radius of tens of meters.

"Brute, cultivation is not easy, don't force me Lao Sha to open the killing ring!" shouted the old monk as he dodged. His body is surprisingly good, and Wolverine is always off the line every time he pounces.

Although Wolverine has a lot of intelligence, he is a ferocious spirit beast after all, how can he understand the threat of the old monk.

"Lao Sha, if you don't make a move, we will all have to confess here today!" Ye Wentian shouted loudly, he knew that the old monk had been hiding his strength, and it was impossible for him to even be able to handle a Wolverine with less than a thousand spiritual power.

"What do you know, boy? Lao Sha, I made a heavy oath in front of my master, I will never kill in this life, isn't it difficult for me for you to let me shoot?" The old monk was so angry that he was distracted and was almost bitten on the ass by Wolverine.

Wolverine chased after it for a long time to no avail, and finally became furious, raised his head to the sky and let out a high-pitched howl, and his mane was like a hedgehog.

"It's not good, get down!" The old monk didn't care about rescuing Ye Wentian, pale yellow spiritual power gushed out, and a dark golden nine-ring tin staff appeared in his hand, and the tin staff danced into a whirlwind, and the nine rings collided, making a dingdong sound.

There was no need for the old monk to remind him, Ye Wentian had a sudden warning in his heart, and he dodged and hid behind a broken tree.

A dazzling light erupted from Wolverine's body, and thousands of manes turned into steel needles, shooting wildly like a torrential rain.

Just listen to the do-do...... There was the sound of steel needles piercing into the wood.

Ye Wentian felt some pain in his back, and when he looked back, the steel needle actually penetrated the broken wood, revealing half of it.

What a terrifying force!

Ye Wentian was stunned for a while.

The old monk's tin cane dance splashed water and bounced off all the steel needles that attacked.

Being chased and beaten by a beast, the old monk finally became angry, and a thick pale yellow spiritual power rushed out, forming a spiritual flame that was sixty-five inches high.

The six spiritual rings of yellow, blue, blue, purple, black, and black rose from the feet of the old monk and moved slowly on his body.

Sixty-five levels! The old monk was actually a six-ring spirit king.

Why would a Six-Ring Spirit King surrender himself to teach at the Ziwu Academy? With his cultivation, he is definitely qualified to go to the True Martial Academy to be a teacher.

The old monk finally showed his true strength, and the natural coercion of the rank shrouded a radius of tens of meters.

Feeling the terrifying coercion of the old monk, Wolverine's blue eyes showed a cautious look, and he didn't run away, but ploughed the ground with his paws with some uneasiness.

The Six-Ring Spirit King is definitely qualified to match ordinary spirit beasts, this Wolverine is barely a thousand years, and he is not afraid of it, and it seems that he still wants to fight with it.

"Lao Sha, why are you the head of the elm wood, since you can't open the killing ring, can't you just hurt it?" Ye Wentian breathed a sigh of relief, since the old monk sacrificed the martial spirit to show his strength, then everyone was temporarily safe.

The old monk glared at Ye Wentian.

"Brute, I'll give you one last chance, retreat quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the staff!" the old monk tin cane was stunned, and the halberd finger shouted.

Wolverine took a few steps back, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly turned around and pounced towards Ye Wentian.