Ji Bolun once served as the chief disciple of the Jindan period, and he was the person in the bamboo building who knew best how to cultivate his junior brothers and sisters at this moment.

He noticed that Senior Sister's move was inappropriate, and took the lead in saying, "Senior Sister Lin, we already have Zhu Guo, and it is not appropriate to ask for this Zhu Guo Miao again." And our trip is designed to be experienced, and you have taken a shortcut in the investigation. ”

Lin Xuanzhen also reacted.

Ji Bolun is also reasonable, she always wants to protect her younger brothers and sisters under her wings, which is suspected of doting.

How can my monks rely on others for everything?

You know, the flowers in the greenhouse can't withstand the wind and rain.

Most of the disciples who are always cared for by the elders of the sect can't withstand the beating of the cultivation realm.

The younger brothers and sisters are not the same as her, they are protected by auspicious physique.

Moreover, she doesn't seem to take these strange flowers and plants in the eyes of ordinary people too seriously.

But this time, I really can't blame her.

Scarcity is expensive.

As for the dense vermilion fruit seedlings in the Suzaku Tomb, any monk who saw it would not take it seriously anymore.

It's also that she didn't think about it carefully, so let's take it back and squeeze the Shenmu Spirit, and let Shen Mu bring a few more junior brothers!

"I forgot to mention that the Vermilion Bird Tomb is full of these Vermilion Fruit Seedlings. Tomorrow you can fight for it yourself. But I have entered once, and I am waiting for you outside the tomb. ”

After Lin Xuanzhen finished speaking, he put away the jade box containing Zhu Guomiao.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Lin. Ji Bolun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He was afraid that the senior sister would not listen to the persuasion, and insisted on supporting him all the way, so this trip would be considered a trip in vain.

After dividing the Zhu Guo, Lin Xuanzhen briefly said a few words about the situation in the Suzaku Tomb, and then heard a crisp sound like glass breaking.

This is the sound of the Balance Place's defensive array as it closes.

It's dawn.

Finally, it was time for the legendary vermilion fruit to ripen.

Lin Xuanzhen put away the small bamboo building, took a few people, and walked towards the gate of the Miheng Fang together with the many monks in the Miheng Fang.

At the same time, many people stepped on various flying swords or drove flying boats from the sky above Mihengfang to the center of the Cave Continent.

These are the processions of monks who stopped at the nearest Liuzhou and Cheung Chau.

It seems that they set off in advance according to the time, just in time for dawn, to arrive at Juguzhou.

The people of Mihengfang were a little restless, for fear that they would not be able to enter the Suzaku Tomb in time for the first batch, as if they would lose the biggest opportunity in their lives.

Compared to the other monks, they seemed very leisurely.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal and obtained Zhu Guo, Bai Shuang's words began to be annoying.

"Are these people in a hurry to eat hot?"

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As soon as Lin Xuanzhen heard this, he thought of the strangely colored swamp mud in Lizewu, and the poisonous bubbles that kept bubbling out of the swamp.

She showed a rare look of disgust and said, "Aren't we also rushing over there?"

"Hehe, Senior Sister Lin, forgive me, it's that I can't speak. Seeing this, Bai Shuang immediately changed his words, not to mention how flattering it was.

Chu Yi and Shi Wu behind him had long been accustomed to the two faces of their own young masters, and they only followed him silently, always vigilant that someone would take advantage of the chaos to attack the young alliance master of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

An Simei made no secret of her dislike for Bai Shuangjian, but Ji Bolun and Xie Jiujiang didn't say anything.

Shrimp was still struggling with whether to take revenge, pulling An Simei's sleeve and walking forward in a daze.

When the eight of them arrived at Lizewu, several big demons of the Bird Clan had already fought with the leading elders of the five major sects.

A golden eagle with a young white tail feather that had not yet completely faded rose into the sky, flapping its wings in the air and sending out a powerful wind blade.

This wind blade seemed to be able to cut through space, and instantly forced back a monk whose cultivation was slightly inferior to his own.

Immediately, the golden eagle spoke: "You human race is really insatiable! This Zhu Guo has little effect on your human race, why do you want to compete with my bird race?"

Accompanied by this voice with a somewhat immature youthful voice, countless eagles echoed the questions of the golden eagles in the low mountains and dense forests around Zewu.

The monk who was forced to retreat by the wind blade by half a step stabilized his figure, and said without caring at all: "Since the flood and famine, heaven and earth treasures, and those with high skills have it. Even if it doesn't work for us, it doesn't stop us from wanting to. ”

"Chang Daoyou, why bother talking to this beast who can't understand human speech? Our five major sects can't join forces to exterminate these flat-haired beasts in one fell swoop?" The other monk was fighting with a kestrel while not forgetting to be distracted.

Lin Xuanzhen frowned a little uncomfortably.

She felt that the Terran monk, a brute with one mouth, was not of good quality, and it sounded quite harsh.

Most of the monks were still some distance away from Zewu and did not dare to join the battlefield.

The strength of the golden eagle has the cultivation of the spirit refining period, which is equivalent to the refining period of the human race, but the demon clan naturally occupies a stronger body, so he can fight with one enemy and two without winning or losing.

It's a pity that it hurts other people and demons.

From time to time, a few monks with low cultivation approached and were hit by the wind blade that was off target.

It flew upside down with the sound of bones shattering, and it was out of breath when it looked.

There were also a few golden eagles with dull feathers and small size, entangled in the flames that had been displaced by the human monks, and the wind helped the fire, and burned them alive.

Lin Xuanzhen turned his head to look at the junior brothers and sisters who were only in the infancy stage, and on this occasion, it seemed that only someone like her who was not afraid of being attacked could stop it.

The superimposed formation she had bothered to set up in the Vermilion Bird Tomb before didn't want the human race and the demon race to fight.

But it was not yet the time when the zhu fruit was ripe at noon, and the two sides had already been matched.

Just as he was about to speak, a majestic voice sounded: "Stop fighting." If you fight again, don't blame me for making a move!"

The golden eagle kestrel and the monk of the human race were divided in one blow, and they were about to strike again, but they felt the pressure of this realm far beyond their own and stopped moving.

Lin Xuanzhen looked up and saw that there was a demon king, and it turned out to be someone she knew.

It was a demon king who came, the patriarch of the giant mountain Xiao clan, Xiao Ju.

In Xiao Ju's arms was a mandrill cub about the same age as the little ape demon, crying breathlessly.

On closer inspection, a piece of the mandrill's hair had been cut off by the Wind Blade, and a small piece had been burned bald by the flames.

The mandrill was already strange-looking, and now this little mandrill looks even uglier.

Whether it is in the human race or the demon race, if you are bald, you will always be ugly.

Lin Xuanzhen glanced at the golden eagle that emitted the wind blade and the Terran monk who released flames, and mourned for them for a moment, just waiting to see how Xiao Ju cleaned up the two sides.

After Xiao Ju stopped both sides, he turned his head to look at an inconspicuous corner in the distance.

There stood a nun named Xuanyi who was very familiar to him.

In the aesthetic view of the giant mountain mandrill clan, this Xuanyi female cultivator is also ordinary, only better than the round-faced Terran monk and the small shrimp demon beside her.