This is too rough for his meow.

Ling Zhao couldn't bear to sit on the ground for a while, and the three people over there had already come over after sensing something, and seeing that Ling Zhao alone had no spiritual power, they breathed a sigh of relief and put away their coercion.

Ling Zhao was able to gasp for breath at this time.

"Who are you?" The slightly younger of the three asked, his eyes were like torches, and he was still vigilant about Ling Zhao's appearance.

When his breath calmed down, Ling Zhao said, "My name is Zhao Lin." ”

Her voice was rough and ugly, and the cloak on her body was wide, which also blocked her face, so the three of them subconsciously regarded her as a teenager, and the older one said: "Little brother, this is not a good place, what are you doing here?" ”

"Someone chased and killed, and he fell."

"Snort." The man from that year ago sneered when he heard this, and his tone was not good: "Do you know what this cliff is called?" Desperate Cliffs. ”

He asked and answered himself, and he didn't want Ling Zhao to answer: "Even if the eighth-order spirit priest comes, he doesn't dare to say that he can still jump around after falling, you are a scum who is not even a first-order spirit master, how can you live?" ”

Ling Zhao paused and said, "Aren't you all good?" ”

According to the description in the plot, the cultivators in this world are divided into eleven layers, that is, the first to tenth ranks, and after the tenth order, there is the Spirit Sect, and no one has reached it so far.

As for the tenth-order spiritual monks, there were less than five people in the entire Ninefold Continent.

The man choked, and just as he wanted to say something, he was scolded by the middle-aged man: "Yunluo, pay attention to your words." Fu Er looked at Ling Zhao again: "Little brother, you should be able to see that killing you three of us is as simple as pinching an ant to death, but the rule of our Qingfeng Mercenary Group is that you can't kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

"You don't want to play any tricks on us, and we don't want to ask why you're here, in short, we don't interfere with the river water."

This is what Ling Zhao means.

But how could Ling Zhao let them go easily, she pinched her legs, which were still a little weak, and stood up with the mountain stone: "I see what you were looking for just now, can you let me take a look?" Not necessarily, I've seen it. ”

I can only gamble.

Ling Zhao cheered himself up in the bottom of his heart.

The three of them looked at each other, were silent for a while, and finally the middle-aged man took out a picture scroll from his arms: "We are indeed looking for something, if the little brother sees it, he will show the way, and we can also promise the little brother one thing." ”

Ling Zhao nodded, took the scroll and looked at it.

At a glance, Ling Zhao couldn't help but get excited, it was a red flower painted on it, the shape of the petals was strange, but it was extremely charming, Ling Zhao was amazed for a while when he saw it at that time.

However, because the flower grew on the bones of the corpse, Ling Zhao was afraid of some poison, so he didn't stay long.

"I know this." Ling Zhao said.

The eyes of the three of them suddenly lit up, and the middle-aged man said in a hurried tone: "Where is it?" ”

Ling Zhao closed the scroll and handed it to the middle-aged man: "I can take you there, but I have one condition, you have to take me out of this cliff." ”

"No problem!"

It's not a problem to bring one more person, as long as you can find the bone-eroding flower.

"Then let's make a contract." Ling Zhao tilted his head: "We always have to give ourselves a guarantee, I must not hurt you, and we must take you to find this flower, if you can't find it, you will accept the backlash, and you can't hurt me, and when I take you to find this flower, you must also keep your promise and take me out." ”

After a pause, Ling Zhao added, "After we go out, we will go our separate ways, and you can't hurt me for three days." ”