Probably the more advanced the creature, the more stupid and useless it is when it is young. While wild horses learn to stand and run on their own after birth, the cubs of a liger need a long period of training to know how to hunt. Monks are ten million times more noble than beasts, and it is naturally ten million times more difficult to grow.

No matter how noble and mysterious the Ice and Fire Demon Domain is, it is essentially a large-scale field training base. And the Immortal Academy has been working hard year after year to carry out various trials, which is nothing more than giving rookie disciples a chance to sharpen their minions. On the one hand, the leading immortal masters should take care of these cubs to prevent them from dying, and on the other hand, they should also distinguish the most talented ones from the immature performance of the disciples, so that they can focus on investing in training in the future.

Mei Wenhua Zhenren originally felt that the five-person group assigned to him was like a congenitally deficient young horse, and he was so cowardly that he was reluctant to even stand up. For the sake of his own merits, he had already pondered whether he should give them some blood to stimulate their potential, or simply give up a few horses and concentrate resources to ensure that one or two of them are more prominent, so that they will not be harvested.

But now they got up and ran, even if the posture was a little ugly.

The real person who hasn't been with a child for a long time is quite interesting to watch, and when Zhao Xuan stumbled forward with the people behind him, he didn't realize that this disciple had actually gradually lost control.

In Zhao Xuan's eyes, the world gradually transitions from bright white to colorful, with various red, blue, and green lines forming piles of color blocks, and finally conjuring up meaningless patterns. She didn't realize that she had lost her vision from a certain moment, and the hustle and bustle of colors in her mind had led to strange trajectories. And the four people behind are like brainless caterpillars, under the effect of spells, they only know how to follow the insect in front of them to mechanically open their legs, even if there is a pathless abyss ahead.

Before Zhao Xuan stepped into the air, Mei Wenhua finally realized that something was wrong, he volleyed up from his hiding place like an angry old lion, and was anxious to bring a few cubs back to a safe place.

This is not a very difficult thing, the simplest wind trigger is enough to blow people back upside down, if it is not for the Ice and Fire Demon Domain at this moment.

A wind snake floated on the flat ground, grabbed Zhao Xuan and Wei Yiyi, who was following her, and subtly threw them back to the flat, and intercepted the three people behind them by the way... It's a pity that all of the above only appeared in Mei Wenhua's imagination for a short time.

Flat, the wind rises...

It's like pouring half a scoop of water into boiling hot oil, and it only explodes in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the wind snake led by the wind turned into a huge wind dragon, and it slammed into it.

The terrible storm that emerged from the void seemed to bring everything back to nothingness, and the originally calm aura ocean violently turbulent, and the aura of the extreme yin and the extreme yang extinguished each other and regenerated between heaven and earth.

Some of the air was heated to the point that it seemed to burn, while others were cold to the bone, and the extreme convection of hot and cold was imprisoned in a small space by an invisible force, and it was furious and could not find a way out. The five-person group was really as small as a caterpillar in front of such a power of heaven and earth, and they were directly blown into the air.

Gui Yuan was first thrown to the ground by a cold strange wind, but before being slapped flat, she was blown up by a hot wind that stabbed upwards, and she only felt like she was sitting in a crazy roller coaster that was stalled, being hit back and forth by a sledgehammer on both sides, one cold and one hot, and the ground was half-baked, but even the blood was almost frozen.

Relying entirely on the last bit of strength, full of grief and anger unwilling to be played by God, and the residual control of Ah Tu, Gui Yuan subconsciously clenched her only magic weapon to save her life before passing out, and waved it hard...