Luqi County.

"In the heyday of Baiyun Temple, the disciples of the view took the lead, and the people of the White Horse Pavilion next to them spoke softly, begging hard to get a place. Twenty years in the east of the river and twenty years in the west of the river, now it is turned upside down. The way of heaven is unpredictable, the way of heaven is unpredictable!"

The prince will not be in the sky, and Mingbao will send it in person.

He sighed, whispered a few words beside Wang Zimo, and told him to be careful of a few people around Yan Yefeng, and then left in a hurry.

The prince asked him why he didn't stay, Mingbao shook his head and only said two words: "Rules!"

Seeing that the disciples of Baiyunguan were alone, Yan Yefeng obviously slowed down.

As the twilight faded, standing outside the Black Forest, Yan Yefeng commanded everyone to rest for a while, recuperate and prepare to enter the Black Forest tomorrow morning, and strive to quickly find all the loose seals.

After the repair, most of the disciples went to Luqi County, either for food or for beautiful women. Only five female disciples and three male disciples were divided into two groups and meditated in a defensive circle back to back.

Wang Zimo found a big tree to lean on, took out some dry food from his bag and ate it slowly.

What made him strange was that Yan Yefeng did not go to Luqi County together, he turned back halfway, and there was an extra skinned wild deer in his hand.

The five female disciples collected dry firewood one after another. The three male disciples also quickly and simply processed the venison. After a while, the fragrance overflowed, and the oily yellow luster made people salivate in the firewood.

"Senior Sister Mei, he has been staring at you for a long time!"

"That's it, the disciples of Baiyun Temple really don't have a good thing!"

"Senior brother, you don't care, in our hearts, Senior Sister Mei is the best match for you!"

"This bastard blew up the trap room three days ago!" a girl covered the scar on her arm and was very annoyed, and the rest of the people stared at the prince silently when they heard this. "The new clothes I just made were burned by the light ball of the Trap Eagle!"

Among the five girls, except for the girl in the plum-red wide-sleeved Qiluo skirt, who bowed her head in shame, the other four girls became more and more agitated "chirping".

Yan Yefeng gently hooked the corners of his lips, and smiled gentlemanly, which immediately caused the women to be fascinated for a while. He raised his hand to stop the girls from continuing, then took out the dagger from his waist, and under the snickering eyes of the girls, he actually cut off a large piece of venison and walked towards Wang Zimo.

"Senior brother is kind-hearted, and he actually gave a waste!"

"Haha, with a black stick on his back, he almost took a broken bowl to the street to ask for food!"

The words that are not yin and yang happened to be heard by the prince silently, and the word waste was like a nail, piercing into his heart fiercely.

"It seems that Senior Brother Xue knows some stories! Tell the big guys!"

No matter where you are, there is no shortage of good deeds.

"That's natural, I have a cousin surnamed Liu, and it just so happens that the waste comes from the same place. My cousin said that this kid is a waste, a natural scumbag, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he still can't beat even a girl. And oh!"

"What else, Senior Brother Xue, say it quickly!" The remaining two male disciples suddenly became interested, and the other five female disciples showed displeasure on their faces, as if they hated to speak ill of others behind their backs.

"This kid has become a relative to the monster in the central pool!"

"What?"

"Got married to a monster!"

Everyone, all taken aback!

At this time, Yan Yefeng stuffed the venison into Wang Zimo's hand with a smile, pulled him to the bonfire, pretended not to hear anything, and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, let's eat together!"

Just now, although the four girls were a hundred unwilling in their hearts, they didn't dare to show it. You look at each other, I look at you, and no one will be the first to speak. Instead, Senior Brother Xue opened his voice and laughed loudly: "Little Senior Brother, how do you feel about the monster in Yangchi? Is it that it has eight legs and three heads, and it can't be hugged all night!"

Wang Zimo suddenly became angry, and his eyes gradually clouded.

"Stare at it! Little waste! No matter how much you stare at it, you can only give it to the master to carry shoes!"

"That's enough!" Yan Yefeng raised his hand and pressed Xue Ping's shoulder, "The little junior brother is already a disciple of Baiyunguan, and he is the same as you and me, so don't say that the little junior brother is a bastard of waste in the future!"

"Hmph!" Xue Ping shook off Yan Yefeng's palm and walked to the side unconvinced, squatting down and staring at Wang Zimo viciously while roasting venison, as if it was not a deer roasted on the bonfire, but Wang Zimo's corpse.

These three people are the people around Yan Yefeng in Mingbao's mouth, Wang Zimo unconsciously tapped the index finger of his right hand, only he knew that this was the secret technique of refining the Yuan Qi Bead.

"Junior Brother Wang Zimo, what kind of cultivation are you doing now, the Black Forest is very dangerous!" The woman wearing the Qiluo skirt was none other than Senior Sister Mei in the mouth of the four women, Mei Yeling.

"Sister Mei......"

"Xiao Jing, shut up!"

Mei Yeling glanced at the girl with tears at the corner of her eyebrows on the left, and stretched out her slender white hand to gently turn the venison on the bonfire. Thousands of black silks scattered from her shoulders, Mei Yeling raised her hand to clamp her hair behind her ears, revealing her small and delicate ears that were as white as jade, and continued to ask Wang Zimo: "Can the little junior brother fly the imperial treasure at a low altitude?" ”

The girl named Xiao Jing pouted and looked to the side.

Without waiting for Wang Zimo to answer, Yan Yefeng patted him on the shoulder with his big hand, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, the junior brother will follow us, there will be no danger." ”

The sincere gaze makes people can't help but let go of their burdens. Besides, Mingbao just asked him to be wary of the people around the senior brother, and he didn't say how bad the senior brother was.

"Let's eat!" Yan Yefeng said with a smile: "Our cultivation is higher, and we can still hold it!"

Wang Zimo nodded, and after taking off his guard, he was relaxed, and he couldn't help but eat the venison.

"Goo, goo......"

Several girls covered their stomachs and watched the prince eat with relish, especially Xiao Jing, whose red lips swallowed vigorously.

Wang Zimo took out dry food from his backpack while eating and handed it over, and immediately exchanged a blank look.

The venison on the shelf was cooked in such a small piece, and the senior brother cut it off and stuffed it to Wang Zimo without saying a word. What's even more annoying is that this little junior brother doesn't understand human feelings, everyone waited for the venison to be cooked and eaten, but he ate it with his head bored.

Eat it, and shamelessly "bald it" endlessly. What's even more annoying is that when everyone was swallowing their saliva, he actually took out a few dry cakes and distributed them to everyone, and what made people want to pinch him to death was the pure and harmless smile on his face.

"Humph!"

"Eat, eat, I'll choke you sooner or later!"

Xiao Jing puffed out her chest and panted, if it weren't for Mei Yeling holding her hand, she would have rushed up and snatched the venison.

After a while, everyone was full of food and drink, and Wang Zimo slowly opened the conversation.

From their chat, they learned that the senior brother was in the late stage of the merger of saints, and he had already made his debut plate with the saints, and as soon as the dao plate changed, Liangyi gave birth to fish eyes. Senior Sister Mei is also in the late stage of the Hesheng, but her vitality is a water attribute, which is slightly weaker. The other four girls are Xiao Jing's weakest, and like herself, they are still in the early stage of conjugation. As for the three noisy dying people, they can only break through the liberation and the sweetness of the first loss of the saint.

"I heard that Senior Brother is coming to the miasma for the second time?" a girl looked at Yan Yefeng with little stars in her eyes.

"That's natural, Senior Brother is the only disciple of the second trial, unlike some people who don't know how much ability they have, so they follow up with a dead face. ”

"Xiao Jing, can you say a few words!"

Seeing that Wang Zimo lowered her head, Mei Yeling kept making her eyes and signaling her to stop-for-tat. Who knew that Xiao Jing was on the bar, and asked coldly: "Little junior brother, what kind of cultivation are you?"

The little girl is fifteen years old this year, half a head taller than Wang Zimo. Dressed in a moon-white disciple uniform with a creamy face, the tear mole is even more enchanting and charming.

This trial belonged to her youngest, and she wanted to be pampered and proud, but she didn't expect to kill a younger junior brother halfway. Besides, Master Xinyue had already agreed to her, and then she suddenly heard that Daoist Chunyuan had reduced a quota in Xinyue Pavilion, and he also shoehorned this quota into Baiyun Temple, which had become a dead place hundreds of years ago. Xiao Jing was angry, and only after a few soft grinding and hard bubbles did the Chunyuan Dao Chief agree to add another place on the original basis.

Xiao Jing touched the tears in the corners of her eyes, and asked suspiciously with the remnants of the bonfire with a branch: "In the previous trials, there were no lonely souls and wild ghosts from Baiyun Temple to join in the fun, this time I heard that it was recommended by the head of the Chunyuan Dao, and it seems that he also mentioned that the people of Baiyun Temple would lead everyone to the trial." ”

"Xiao Jing, don't talk nonsense!"

The remnants of the spark were like a flash in the pan in the sky, and the extinction of the light knocked on everyone's worried hearts. This Xiao Jing really made Master Xinyue spoiled, she was open-mouthed, and she said everything.

Daoist Chunyuan is Yan Yefeng's master, and Xiao Jing's words directly pushed Wang Zimo into the abyss.

On the other hand, Yan Yefeng seemed to have known about this for a long time, and he didn't get angry when he let Xiao Jing provoke him, but looked at Wang Zimo curiously.

From him, Yan Yefeng didn't feel any fluctuations in Yuan Force, but on the contrary, he had an inexplicable sense of fear. Just like now, sitting side by side with Prince Mo, half of his body was surprisingly cold, and he had to mobilize the Yuan Force in his body to dissolve this coldness.

And this yin cooling continued to flow to one place, that is, around the bonfire surrounded by Xue Ping and the three of them.