"She's not afraid that the elves will hunt her down?"

The elves are a race of thousands of years, and although they are secluded, they have a huge foundation.

"She's really not afraid."

Rong Jing noticed Ye Guchen's solemn expression, "Feng Wu won't be that strong, right?" ”

"The she's only half the strength you've seen now."

Appearance: !!

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"One...... Half of the ......" As far as Rong Jing's eyes could see, there were broken branches of the spirit tree, and the spirit tree of the elf clan was different from ordinary trees, each of which contained spiritual power.

Even if he exerts all his strength, he is afraid that he will not be able to break a single tree.

Feng Wu was just angry, and even split hundreds of trees......

Can't compare, can't compare at all.

Rong Jing's ass sat firmer, "I'll keep it here, by the way, these little spirit trees that have grown ......"

Rong Jing casually picked up a handful of the surrounding spirit grass, which was under the root of the small spirit tree.

I saw that Zizi's green spiritual power burst out from Rong Jing's fingertips, combining with the waves of light from the grass, and I didn't know if it was his spiritual power that nourished the grass, or whether the spiritual power of the grass entered his body.

"Wood elemental spiritual power?" Night Guchen was surprised that Rong Jing was able to absorb the spiritual power of the elves from the grass.

He seems to have a great deal to do with the elves.

"It's so comfortable." Rong Jing lowered his head, not noticing Ye Guchen's expression.

"Rongjing." Ye Guchen stood in front of him and handed him a blood-red jade flute.

Rong Jing: ?

"No, you brought me a gift? Even if you stuff me with gifts, I won't make room. ”

"You're thinking too much, put it away."

"What is this?" Rong Jing only felt that this blood-colored jade flute was warm and warm, like blood flowing in the human body.

Ye Guchen didn't answer, "It's too late, I'm leaving, remember, don't let Feng Wu see it." ”

Rong Jing looked at Ye Guchen's figure, "What's the matter, it's so mysterious." ”

Wrong.

What did Night Lonely Dust do with this thing for him?

"Brother Su!" Rong Jing felt the transmission note from his waist and opened it tentatively.

I noticed an echo coming from there.

"Rongjing, you're awake."

"Uh-huh." Rong Jing said what Feng Wu had been here just now, and when he saw the blood-colored jade flute in his hand, he pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

"Are you all right?"

"It's not good, it's not good, we're all trapped." Before Su Hu could answer, Chi Yue started chattering first.

Rong Jing knew that Chi Yue's mouth had always been idle, "In other words, now our big team is wiped out?" ”

are all trapped.

None of them can act.

All sit and wait for Feng Wu to abuse?

There was no sound from the side of the voice note, Rong Jing was about to cry angrily, he had slept in the elf clan for so long, and as soon as he woke up today, he felt very sad inexplicably.

Those sad breaths seemed to come from a handful of spiritual grass that he had scavenged down in front of him.

I didn't think it before, but I only had this feeling after absorbing their spiritual power just now.

Rong Jing cried and sobbed.

"Rong Jing, are you crying?" Su Hu frowned, he had never seen such a fragile appearance, he had always been a little overlord in the Purple Saint Empire.

"It's so uncomfortable." Rong Jing wiped away his tears, he didn't want to cry, but the tears fell inexplicably on the spirit grass in his hand, and the spiritual power suddenly rushed into his body crazily.

In an instant, Rong Jing saw an identical self in front of him.

Seemingly, it's another him.

"Who are you!" Rong Jing's eyes widened, stunned.