No, not all of the rhizomes of the spirit grass I dug were newly broken, some of them looked like they had been cut off for some time, and even one or two of them had sprouted a little more, which was by no means possible within an hour or two from this morning to now. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Could it be that there are still people living in this fairy grass ridge?

And that's unlikely. Yesterday, Xu Changsheng of Xiancao Ridge, the blue-robed guest of the Extreme Mountain Affiliated Senior Monk School, and even the old man Bai had all visited, and they didn't notice anything unusual, could it be that the strength of the people hidden in Xiancao Ridge was even more unfathomable than all of them? With this small place, it is impossible to think about it.

Gu Ling looked back on the way he had come, and felt a little abnormal, and all kinds of clues worked together to express a trace of weirdness.

"Uh-huh-mm-~~~~~~"

Just when Gu Ling was in doubt, a low voice revealing anger and irritability resounded through the woods, accompanied by noisy footsteps.

This voice sounds familiar.

A strange feeling suddenly surged into Gu Ling's heart.

Gu Ling picked up the grass next to him and looked at the side he hadn't had time to set foot on, and suddenly saw a huge black moving object, which was rampaging in anger there, knocking down trees and trampling clumps of grass, and at the same time making the same sound as Gu Ling had just heard: "Mmmmmmmm~~~~~~mm

Only then did Gu Ling remember where he had heard this kind of voice. I've heard it in the mouths of pigs before.

Gu Ling fixed his eyes and saw that the mobile body that was rampaging there was nothing else, but a pig, and it was a pig with two long tusks as thick as ivory.

A mature ghost pig!

Ghost Pig, a second-order demonic beast, is equivalent to the strength of the realm of human monks and monks, but like all demonic beasts that have not been transformed, because they can't use weapons, once they are evenly entangled in battle, they often end up losing to human monks in the same realm. Ghost pigs are irritable and powerful, and they like to eat broad-leaved soft-stemmed spirit grass, and can easily distinguish whether the spirit grass is mature or not.

It turns out that this mountain is the territory of this ghost pig, no wonder almost all the mature spirit grass has been ruined by the flat roots, it turned out to be arched by the pig, and it became pig food sadly.

Seeing this adult ghost pig with a body size of one or two hundred kilograms, and the two fangs in front of its mouth holding high the same horn as the horn, Gu Ling suddenly understood as if he had been enlightened.

It turned out that this pig was destroying the heavens, so everything became natural and logical. Do you still expect a pig to dig up spiritual grass with roots and soil?

Looking at the back of the Devil Pig who was so angry that it didn't even care about ruining its own territory, there were three people in hot pursuit, two men and one woman, all of whom were shaking their unsheathed blades in their hands, and chased after the Ghost Pig's buttocks.

Of course, these three people obviously didn't come to talk about feelings with the ghost pig, so they didn't look very kind.

Of the three pursuers, the only female pursued in a straight line in the middle, and the two men outflanked left and right, and the three of them formed an encirclement and suppression.

Gu Ling knew these two men and one woman and the three pursuers, but as for whether they knew Gu Ling or not, Gu Ling didn't know. At least the fairy-looking woman in white should know her.

The three of them, like Gu Ling, are all students of the Lingjiang Apprenticeship Monk School, and the only girl is the strongest in the previous class and the strongest in the entire Zerojiang Apprenticeship Monk School; the black-clothed boy on Gu Ling's left is Qiu Jianfang in the previous class, the peak of the eighth layer of the realm Xuantu, and his strength was stronger than Wu Qi in the previous class, and he is also the second person in the school in the previous class; the flower-clothed boy on Gu Ling's right hand is the first person in the second class, He Yuetian, the early cultivation of the eighth layer of Xuantu, and his strength is slightly weaker than the previous Wu Qi.

Except for Wu Qi, this trio has almost included the strongest students of the school, and there are no weak ones, is it a coincidence?

Odd. How did they come together?

Nalan Run'er, Qiu Jianfang, and He Yuetian formed the strongest camp and left Wu Qi, Gu Ling could understand. After all, Wu Qi had a good relationship with him at school, and his relationship with other people can only be described as hehe. Even those classmates in the previous class, Wu Qi's relationship with them is rotten. Even the gentle and quiet fairy in white, Nalan Run'er, frowned every time she saw Wu Qi, probably thinking about whether to cut this thing to death to save the air pollution.

In short, in Gu Ling's words, if it weren't for Wu Dazui's strength, few people would have been able to beat it, otherwise they would have died in the gutter long ago.

What Gu Ling couldn't understand was why the three people who were supposed to be divided into three batches and came to three different places in the Immortal Grass Ridge gathered together to hunt this ghost pig in such a short period of time!

From the first batch of students led by Nalan Run'er to disappear into the portal, it has only been less than two hours since then, and these three people who should have been scattered in different places have now gathered together to do tasks, which obviously cannot be a coincidence. Instead, it was discussed, premeditated, and planned, and it should be that as soon as the three of them entered the Fairy Grass Ridge, they all left their respective team members and went on the road alone to find the other two.

So, the question is, why did these three people go to great lengths to get together and advance and retreat together? Is it because of this ghostly pig? Obviously impossible. With the strength of the three of them, they should go on their own roads, and the harvest should be more. The three of them together will only thin the fruits of their respective hands because they want to share.

If these three people weren't sick, could it be that with their strength, what else could pose a threat to them in this Immortal Grass Ridge?

"Uh-huh-mm-mm~~~~~~~"

Just as Gu Ling was racking his brains for conjecture, the ghost pig who was cornered by the three of them suddenly ran towards Gu Ling frantically.

At this time, the ghost pig was already covered with colors, especially a crimson wound on the left hind leg was cut nearly ten centimeters long, and Sen Sen's white bones could be seen in the deepest part of the wound, so that the ghost pig ran up, and the left hind leg was a little lame.

The messy wounds that kept trickling blood were not the reddest parts of the ghost pig's body, but the reddest part of it was its pair of cracked pig eyes, which were so hideously swollen that they were like dragon-like capillary networks, congested as if they were about to burn, frantically venting its last hysterical rage.

Apparently, the ghost pig was injured, and it was seriously injured.

Gu Ling was stunned!

Is this ghost pig delivering him food, or is he picking him into a soft persimmon?

Is this hands-on?

Gu Ling stretched out his hand and touched the heavy sword behind his back that had not yet had time to open the seal on the demonic beast, and thought with some uncertainty in his heart.