After two hours of fierce fighting, the desolate beast retreated, counted the losses, three people died in Xuanqing Sect, five people were seriously injured, and more than a dozen people were slightly injured.

Shi Gang couldn't help cursing Qiu Fuji for being ruthless and cunning, but Shi Yong knew why the horned people were ruthless and did everything, and complained about the third brother and the fourth brother in his heart.

The impact of the Black Mist Forest on the human race, in addition to the desolate beasts, is also the strange black gas here. Exposed to the black qi, it was difficult for the Terran Qi refining cultivators to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and they could only restore the consumed spiritual power through pills or spiritual objects.

The trial ground is located at the edge of the black mist forest, and the concentration of black gas is not low, and these black gases silently devour the blood on the ground, like dark fangs, eating away at these uninvited guests at all times.

The dusk sunlight finally returned, and Wufan, dressed in a brand-new robe, held a dust whisk, and went deep into the jungle to find the traces of the Northern Sun and Autumn Fuji. Qingqing couldn't persuade him, so he had to stay and preside over the overall situation, although these dozens of Qi refining cultivators Xuanqing Sect could afford to lose, but it was a matter of honor, and they couldn't give up easily.

Shi Gang and Shi Qiang held a sharp spear and entered the forest hand in hand, the two did not listen to the dissuasion of the eldest brother, and insisted on going, Shi Yong knew that this matter involved the dignity of the two, so he let them go.

Outside the trial ground, the other monks of the Horned People Clan had already arrived, and the faces of Beifeng and Huangchi were full of wind and frost, obviously the five hundred miles in the Black Mist Forest was not easy. There are nearly 100 monks from the Jiaoren tribe, the Dongling tribe has the largest number, the Xiling tribe has the smallest number, and the North Lieyang and Qiu Buji are not there, and this trip is mainly in the wasteland, Nanshe and Qiumu.

For the first time since the death of the Horned People, the Horned Tribes walked out of the Black Mist Forest on a large scale, and even though the proving ground was only on the edge of the Black Mist Forest, it was of great significance for them to take one more step from the Black Mist Forest.

Beifeng and Huangchi glanced at each other, and Beifeng said: "The human race has traveled thousands of miles this time and came to the edge of the Black Mist Forest for trial, which is the first time since the death of the horned people. The Terrans are testing our strength, and they are also testing our bottom line, the Horned Terran has been weak for twenty years, and they are not far behind, you are the leaders of the younger generation of our Clan, I hope that in this trial, you will not fall into the name of my Horn People.

The young monk of the horned people had a solemn face, and there was a fire in his heart. They knew that the adult who had brought endless grief to the Horned Race, but also brought protection to the Horned Race for twenty years, had finally gone away, and the Horned Race would face the challenge of the Terran monks in the future.

Huang Chi said: "This trip is divided into two teams, Nanshe and Wasteland lead a team, and Qiu Mu leads a team, the environment here is more complicated than the Black Mist Forest, you must always stay within a radius of one mile in order to support each other." When encountering a Terran monk, don't take risks lightly, line up to defend steadily, and then wait for the opportunity to counterattack. ”

The hot-blooded young men have just come out of the cage and compete with others, how to hold it firmly? The young monks of the horned human race had different ideas, but they still said in unison: "We will obey the order. ”

Beifeng and Huang Chi looked at these young juniors again, waved their hands, and let everyone leave. The wasteland and the Nanshe usually have a lot of quarrels, but the relationship is very close, the two got together and discussed various matters properly, and then they lined up to move forward, Qiu Mu and the monks of the Dongling tribe have gone far away.

Such a scene is not an accident of the north wind and the desolation, the horned people in the predicament are not monolithic, their entrustment will not make these monks gladly accept, only blood is the best catalyst for their growth.

Although the wasteland and the southern society were reluctant to marry their sister to the Northern Lieyang at the same time, they had already accepted this young leader of the horned human race, and now the Northern Lieyang refining body was at the second level, and the cultivation had left the two far behind. The two remembered Bei Lieyang's instructions when they left, lined up in strict formation, moved forward cautiously, and left marks as they went, striving to meet Bei Lieyang and the others as soon as possible.

Qiu Mu is a different situation, Qiu Mu is older, his heart is also higher, he has advanced to the innate for a while, after the baptism of the Black Wind Cave, he has now touched the threshold of the first level of body refining.

Qiu Mu greeted everyone in the Dongling tribe and said in a deep voice: "No, I am not here, this trip is headed by me." Before coming to the testing ground, I rummaged through the classics of the clan, found many records of the clan's seniors fighting with the Terran monks, and summed up three battle methods. Everyone in the Dongling tribe also agreed with Qiu Mu and nodded one after another.

Qiu Mu continued: "Competing with the Terrans, in the Martial Artist Stage and the Heaven Gazing Realm Stage, the Horned Terrans have a great advantage. As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Dongling tribe was excited.

Qiu Mu's face was still serious, and he continued: "When encountering a low-level Terran monk, the first choice is a bow and arrow, and the Terran monk's spiritual power has not yet filled his body at this time, and he can't stop my clan's sharp arrows. The second is melee combat, the Terran monks are physically weak, and they use their spiritual power to resist the enemy, if we can fight close to the Terran monks, our chances of victory will be greatly increased. The third is to disperse. The people of the Dongling tribe looked puzzled.

A hint of pride flashed on Qiu Mu's face, and he continued: "The Terran spirit runes and magic weapons are extremely powerful, if they form a battle formation and are attacked by the human race monks with spirit runes and magic weapons, the losses will inevitably be huge. We scattered, taking advantage of the location, and the Terran monks had nowhere to look for us, and there was nowhere to use their weapons. Only then did everyone suddenly realize and praise one after another.

Qiu Mu arranged again, divided more than 60 people into five teams, and the team dispersed forward. After walking for more than ten miles in one breath, the Dongling tribe stopped to rest, the jungle here was quiet, and the black gas had become much lighter. Everyone took out food and water and ate silently, and at this moment, a beautiful woman in Taoist clothes appeared on the side, it was Wufan.

Qiu Mu's ears were bright, with the big knife in his hand, he rushed to the front of Wufan, stood firmly, and said in a deep voice: "Which sect of monks are you? What are you doing in my Black Mist Forest?"

Seeing Qiu Mu's momentum, Wu Fan had a half-inch double horn on his head, and sneered: "When did the Black Mist Forest belong to your horned human race?

A hint of anger appeared on Qiu Mu's face, and he said, "I am Qiu Mu of the Dongling Tribe, and my Horned Human Race has dominated the Black Mist Forest for thousands of years, and this is our home. ”

Speaking of this, a look of admiration swelled on Wufan's face, and he said in a deep voice: "The predecessor of the Horned Human Clan, the ancestral land was built in the Black Mist Forest, where the desolate beasts have been suppressed for thousands of years, and countless sacrifices have been made, and I Xuanqing Sect Wufan has always admired it. Qiu Mu heard Wufan say this, and his face became solemn.

Wufan immediately shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the glory of the Horned People is not there, and now they are trapped in the Black Mist Forest and do nothing, you juniors, can you know shame?"

Wufan's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder, Qiu Mu's face turned red, first he was angry, and then quickly quieted down, he waved his big knife and said: "It's useless to say more, let me Qiu Mu teach you Wufan's wisdom." ”

Qiu Mu moved forward abruptly, saying that he would fight, and the big knife carried the sound of the wind, and slashed his head, and Wufan shook the dust lightly, throwing the big knife on one side. Qiu Mu was shocked in his heart, and he was close to the close-quarters, which was originally a powerful combat method he summed up, but now in the face of a human woman, the thunderous blow was blocked by the light.

Wufan seems to be easy, but in fact, he uses the mastery of the Xuanqing Sect, the three major factions cultivate disciples, and the foundation laid in the martial arts stage is extremely stable, exercises, trials, and elixirs, so that excellent disciples can cross the innate and advance to the Heavenly Realm before the age of sixteen.

Wufan has advanced to the Heaven Gazing Realm for two years, has mastered several sets of combat skills, and is a top-ranked young monk in the Xuanqing Sect. This move whisks the dust, contains spiritual power, and attaches to the combat skills, so that Qiu Mu's big knife is just taken away, and the horned people are brave and good at fighting, and it really lives up to its reputation.

Qiu Mu's blade is sharp, his true qi is exposed, his moves are fierce, and he is ruthless, Wufan has gone through more than a dozen moves with him, knowing that this person's combat power is amazing, and he can't take him with his combat skills alone. Thinking of this, Wu Fan let out a light click, the fairy lines in the center of his eyebrows bloomed, and a water lily seemed to be swinging in the wind, lifelike, obviously his cultivation had reached the high level of the Wangtian Realm.

The immortal pattern appeared, and the spiritual power was vertical and horizontal, and Qiu Mu immediately felt the pressure doubled, and the knife became heavier and heavier. Barely fighting a few more times, he was thrown off by the dust of Wufan, and the big knife was knocked away, Qiu Mu retreated sharply, and when he looked down, the tiger's mouth had cracked slightly.

Wufan did not pursue, stood in place, put the dust on his right arm, and said: "I see that you are the same age as me, in a barren place like the Black Mist Forest, it is not easy to have such a cultivation, this time I have learned the methods of the horned human race, this is to leave, I advise you to hide in a secret place, otherwise you will bump into other human monks, but it is not as easy to talk as me." After speaking, Wufan's figure flickered and disappeared into the jungle.

Someone picked up the big knife and handed it to Qiu Mu, Qiu Mu held the knife in his hand, and said in silence for a moment: "The Terran monk is really powerful, the next time he encounters it, he must take the lead in taking the people, besiege in front, shoot arrows in the back, and he must be captured alive, and ask the details of the Terran monks who came to participate in the trial this time." Everyone saw that the first battle of Qiu Mu was unfavorable, but they were not discouraged, their spirits were lifted, and everyone no longer stayed and continued to move forward.

Beside the wasteland and Nanshe, there are less than twenty people, all of whom are monks from the southern part of the heavens, one of them is named Nansu, who has reached the first level of body refining, and the rest are all innate martial artists who have cultivated, Nansu is in front, the wasteland and Nanshe follow him closely, and behind them are a group of monks, and the team moves forward cautiously without any chaos.

After walking for an hour, there was no trace of Qiu Mu and the others at all, Nan Su said: "Nan Shao, stop and rest." Nanshe is called Nan Shao in the tribe, to show respect, he has no shelf, nodded and said: "Everyone is tired, rest for a while, Brother Su, you take people to build a few traps, there are many wild beasts here, and there are Terran monks on the side, so you have to guard against it." ”

Seeing that Nanshe was cautious, Nansu admired in his heart and led people to set traps. Seeing that Nanshe led the troops, the wasteland praised: "I can't see that your kid still has this hand, it's just a little worse than me." ”

Nanshe chirped: "I know you're powerful, but what about your clansmen?

Wasteland said: "What do you know, this is my mother's arrangement." At the mention of Huang Biqing, Nanshe immediately became respectful.

Seeing Nanshe's expression, the wasteland showed respect in his expression, and his heart was satisfied, and said, "Nanshe, what do you say Lieyang is doing?"

Nanshe said: "Set up a trap, with my understanding of this kid, he will definitely find a safe stronghold, and then arrange the trap until it can't be counted, and then he will not give up." ”

In the valley, Bei Lieyang was talking to a few people: "Calculate the time, the others should also arrive, this is our foothold, hurry up, and set a few more traps, it must be foolproof." ”