Weng Ran was a little far away from the round platform, there were already many people, and all of them were carrying mounts that showed off their might, and there were even fewer places, but Liu Mei'er was in front of her on the left, separated from her by two people.

Weng Ran stared at her, and an idea popped up in her head, if she squeezed over, stabbed in from behind, and turned around a few more times, would she die.

Of course, the result will not be, the people of the Liu family will not die so easily, even if it is a waste wood of cultivation, but at least the status is noble.

Not to mention that under her green shirt, there is a spiritual silk treasure that is a good defense.

The heirloom of the Liu family is meant to be worn on this most beloved eldest daughter, even if her cultivation talent is not as good as that of a dog!

And Weng Ran will not let Liu Mei'er die so simply, she wants to torture her, so that her life is worse than death!

Just thinking about it, Yan Beiyu suddenly turned his head, Weng Ran quickly turned his eyes to look at the city lord, maybe his eyes full of hatred were too strong, let him notice it.

Yan Beiyu carefully looked around the person behind him, and found nothing abnormal, before turning his head again.

"Control!" Weng Ran reminded himself that he had already reached this point, and he couldn't show his feet.

The more and more people gathered, it was very noisy, Weng Ran turned his eyes and looked around, and saw the rude man sitting on the shadow beast, holding his arms, looking at the people below, and couldn't help shaking his head, probably worried about the quality of human beings.

retracted his gaze and looked around again, but he didn't see Xue Yanluo or Xue Feng.

The city lord looked at the hour, noon was approaching, raised his hand, and the entourage around him sounded the octagonal gold and silver gongs and drums.

Everyone closed their voices and looked at the city lord expectantly.

The city lord was very satisfied with this, until he was completely quiet, and then spoke: "In the Luokou City Lord of Xiashahe, Wan Huitong, I sincerely thank all the young talents for coming to participate in the wild hunt in their busy schedules. ”

"The lord of the castle is polite~"

"It's time for us to thank the city lord for providing this opportunity~"

The scene was very peaceful.

Wan Huitong smiled kindly: "Although many people know the rules of wild hunting, they still have to take care of friends who come for the first time, so I will briefly introduce them here." ”

"City Lord, you said hurry up, I can't wait~"

"It's okay, city lord, you can say it casually, I love to hear it~"

"Thank you, City Lord. ”

......

Wan Huitong raised his hand and pressed it weakly, and the sound of praise gradually disappeared.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, the wild hunt will be carried out for seven days, the range is in the southeast of the fog barrier forest, extending thousands of miles inward, the boundary is a hundred miles away from the stand, everyone must not enter the boundary behind the stand, that is not yet an uncertain danger area, our hope is that everyone is happy to come, safe and sound. ”

Many people believe her words, and many people scoff at them, and she has long been used to it.

"After the end, those who are confident in the winner can come to the competition, and those who are recognized by the appraiser, that is, the first place, will still receive a Po Li Dan. ”

As her words fell, an excited voice sounded, most of the people who came here had the purpose of this Po Li Dan.

Obeying it, it can remove the dirty impurities of the mortal womb of the flesh, and become the most suitable psychic body for cultivation.

It was a priceless elixir, but every time a safari held in Luokou, Shahe would take out a reward for the first place, which was as simple as taking out a sugar pill.

This generous act has aroused the covetousness of people with hearts, or night raids, or open robberies, or stealing here, in groups, mavericks, and inside and outside, but no matter what kind of cultivation, how many people, how many strategies, the result is without exception, all are tragic deaths, and the corpses will be hung on the city gate of Shahe Luokou, exposed to the wind and sun, and eaten by birds and pecks, until only a white bone remains.

The last one hung on the city gate was the jade-faced Langjun ten years ago, Xiao Se, whose body attracted many admirers to come and rob it, one after another, countless dead and wounded, and finally the lucky survivors could only flee in the wilderness and live incognito.

From this, we can only see one thing, there is really a big backer behind Shahe Luokou.

"The hour is coming!"

The city lord shouted with blood, the gong sounded again, everyone rushed out with cheers, and the beasts also roared, each showing their magical powers, and for a time the earth shook the mountains, covering the sky and the sun.

Weng Ran dodged the crowd, while aiming at Liu Meier, he saw her raise her head and whistle, and soon a black-billed egret flew towards her, the colorful crown feather on the top of her head symbolized her noble identity, it was the rainbow heron known as the fairy world gatekeeper spirit animal, a body of feathers at first glance is milky white, but with the change of the feather tail, it will gradually become the color of the rainbow, the color is gorgeous, very good-looking.

Such a noble rainbow heron obediently stopped at Liu Meier's feet, lowered her wings, and let Liu Mei'er step on it, and the rainbow heron fluttered its wings and took her to soar.

The other three children of the Liu family also have their own treasures, spirit beasts, and the group headed towards the fog barrier forest, which attracted a lot of envious eyes, and those who were more knowledgeable consciously gave way to the road.

Weng Ran was behind, leaning on his two legs, and ran wildly all the way.

During this time, countless ridicules were heard.

By the time Weng Ran ran to the edge of the Fog Barrier Forest, most of the people had already rushed in, and a few were looking outside, which belonged to the legendary-level Fog Barrier Forest.

The outermost outermost is ordinary, flowers and trees can be seen everywhere, and there is nothing unusual when you look far away, but the end of the line of sight is blocked by the fog, and you can't see what the scene will be after the fog.

The paper figure on Weng Ran's shoulder swayed around his head, and a small hand grabbed Weng Ran's ear so as not to be left halfway, and tremblingly stretched out his other hand to point to the left side of the fog barrier forest.

Weng Ran raised his hand and took it into his arms, only a small head was exposed, and then he walked in the direction it pointed.

Stepping through the wanton growth of weeds, looking at the dense trunk, the roots are towering into the clouds, entering only ten meters, the sun overhead is blocked by the dense branches, cut into wisps, the forest at this time is very noisy, too many invasions come at once, causing birds to fly around, insects to scream.

Weng Ran stepped on the thick fallen leaves, observing and walking forward.

Most of them are linden trees as far as the eye can see, with straight cracks in the gray bark, many flowers hanging on the branches, and many bees buzzing and flying, and occasionally other tree species, which can be regarded as everything.

Master said that the forest is terrible, and if you enter the forest, you must be in awe and be very careful.

Therefore, Weng Ran tried not to touch any life in this forest, even if it was a mosquito that she could flick to death with a flick of her fingers, she was just careful to avoid it, and the fragrance of medicine on her body would also drive away ordinary mosquitoes for her, and she would not approach herself.

Stepping over a broken tree across the ground, he avoided the seven-knotted insects on the ground when he landed, but a big black boot foot fell suddenly, stepping on a stream of insect juice and shooting out.

Weng Ran turned his eyes and saw a big man with muscles that seemed to be about to burst his clothes, with a five-foot-long machete on his shoulder, swaggering over, muttering: "Dead old man, stay away!"

Weng Ran looked at him holding the machete and slashed left and right, and snorted coldly with disdain.