"Woo woo——!"

In the distance, a wolf howl could be faintly heard.

"Woo woo——!"

The wolf king howled from afar.

In the open grassland, the howl of wolves drifted far away. The hearts of the people were heavy, and they did not know what was about to happen.

At this time, the bright moon is falling in the west, and the morning star is dazzling. The eastern horizon was a pale of blue. The night is coming to an end, and the wolves are not far away.

Everyone is physically and mentally exhausted, gritting their teeth and waiting, holding on.

What to wait for, and what to hold onto?

Lin Yi stood intently for a moment, his expression was relaxed, he put the long sword in his hand into the sheath, hung it on the front of the car, and then sat in front of the car, picked up the gourd, and took a sip of Qianqiu Fu.

In front of him was a killing battlefield, and the smell of blood was getting heavier and heavier. The grass was red, the water was red, the earth was blood-red, and the blood of the wolf had soaked everything.

The wolf howled again, like a cry and a complaint, lingering and faint, far and near. It is to mourn for the loss of a companion, or to mourn for this fight. Every wild wolf, every disciple, fell into the silence before the dawn came.

Everything, after Lin Yi's long sword was returned to the sheath, came to an end.

Yuan Qing, Mu Qing'er and the others only felt that the wolves were a little abnormal, but in Lin Yi's divine sense, they had already sensed a turnaround.

The wolf howl in the distance seemed to be a kind of call, calling for the return of this group of wild wolves. When the wolf king howled, the wolves slowly retreated.

No one knew why the wolves left, and no one wanted to think about it except for the rest of their lives. Only Lin Yi noticed that the wolf howl in the distance was a little more anxious.

Looking up into the distance, the wolves receded like water, and the wolf king fell behind, staring motionlessly at the people on the high slope, and after a long time, he let out a long howl and turned back. In that lofty howl, it was unwillingness, a demonstration.

Among the gray wolves, the silver-white back of the wolf king is so eye-catching-

When the first light fell, the wolves had vanished without a trace. These wild wolves who came at night and walked away at dawn are like nightmares in everyone's heart, which is unbearable to look back on and difficult to let go.

Ignoring the blood, or the muddy sewage, the disciples sat down one after another, looking up. Everyone's gaze was deep and fiery -

The blue and white on the edge of the sky is gone, and then it is colorful, and the gorgeous and dazzling morning glow is heartbreakingly beautiful, and in the rising clouds, suddenly, the light is ten thousand ways, and the blood-red morning sun comes out majestically-

"The rising sun of the grassland is so beautiful!" Mu Qing'er held her senior sister's hand and stood on the cart, her eyes shining brightly, and her cheeks were beautiful. The two daughters' homes, forgetting the blood, snuggled together, intoxicated by the sunrise over the prairie.

At the feet of those two graceful figures, there were all kinds of messes, and flesh and blood were in ruins. In the bloodstain, there are tired disciples one by one, but in everyone's eyes, there is a rising sun shining!

All this is a poignant picture painted by God using this heaven and earth as a curtain and flesh and blood as a pen. It's just that the blood-red background of this picture scroll is a little fishy, which makes people's hearts feel cold like the wind of early spring.

The sun was on the clock, and the departing wolves did not return, and the people of the Tianlong Sect were truly relieved. The disciple who disappeared last night was also found, and he had already been gnawed by the wild wolf until only a skeleton remained. The disciples could only endure their grief and bury it hastily.

Two horses died, and more than a dozen ran away, which made people even more helpless. With your feet, how can you get out of this vast grassland!

Wuchai and Ji Tang, after a half-day rest, regained some strength, and rode away together.

Uchai's proposal was to find herdsmen to buy horses to solve everyone's urgent needs. Meng Shan did not allow it, and only let Ji Tang accompany him, also because he was afraid that after encountering wolves, there would be fewer people and it would be easier to get out.

Lin Yi hesitated and found Monsan, looking for the lost horses. As for his identity as a disciple of raising horses, such a move is reasonable.

Meng Shan frowned, at first he didn't allow it, but Lin said that if he couldn't find it, he would come back immediately, and he could go alone, without being accompanied by others.

The elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect stared at Lin Yi for a long time before nodding his head and letting him try, and said that it would be okay if he couldn't find it.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Lin Yi rode a horse and headed east.

It seems that he takes Lin Yi's actions for granted, and Zhen Yuanzi even believes that this kid will definitely be able to find the horse.

Under the blue sky, the white clouds are blooming, and on the endless grassland, one person and one rider are galloping.

The horse's hooves soared into the air, neighing happily, and the people on the horse had black hair flying and were in a good mood.

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Yi's mouth, and the starry eyes under the knife eyebrows were full of light. It's rare for a person to be so unrestrained, free, and really want to run like this, never stopping, until the end of the day, blending into the boundless blue sky-

Half an hour later, dozens of miles were left behind, and with a neighing of horses, Lin Yi stopped moving forward.

A mile to the right, a dozen or so horses were leisurely nibbling on the grass that showed its buds. Frightened, the horses ran out together, but they did not get separated, saving them the trouble of looking around.

Lin Yi wrote down the direction of the frightened horses last night, and searched all the way, coupled with the emptiness of the grassland, he easily found these scattered horses.

Looking around, there was no one within more than ten miles, Lin Yi pondered, threw his palm, and a green cloud rose up, his body jumped, and he entered the green cloud, and was wrapped in shape in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the green clouds soared up to 300 zhang and drifted westward.

Lin Yi stood on the blue cloud veil, and after a while, he crossed the camp of the Heavenly Dragon Sect in the air. He continued on for dozens of miles, slowly coming to a halt.

The wolf corpses were everywhere below, just like the tragic situation of the Celestial Dragon Sect's camp, and there were no traces of people, only a silent slaughterhouse remained. Standing in mid-air, looking at everything below, there was evidence in his heart, and the reason for Lin Yi's wolf pack to leave was clear.

Without any further delay, Lin Yi was about to return, when suddenly his mind moved, and Qingyun flew north. A hundred miles away, a low valley appeared ahead.

In the valley, a pack of wild wolves slowly walked through. The wolves are not large, about 100 of them.

Suddenly, a white figure in the wolf pack stopped, and the originally flawless silver quill was no longer as white as snow, but bloodstained. Its hind legs were curled up, and there was a bloody mouth on it, still dripping with blood. Only the wolf's eyes were cold, staring up at the air, and his arrogant expression was still the same.

The wolf king was injured, which did not surprise Lin Yi. The wolf king's ability to survive reminded him of the flying sword. Perhaps, that person is not as powerful as he thought!

The green clouds in mid-air did not stop, but turned east. The perception of crisis is an instinct from the noble bloodline of the Wolf King. And that familiar palpitation, this time from the sky.

The crisis seemed to be far away, and the wolf king glanced at the tribe indifferently, and then limped and walked deeper into the valley.

In mid-air, Lin Yi saw several groups of wild wolves, all of them were scarred, and thousands of wild wolves were summoned by the wolf king, and after a night of fighting, they left with a sad and murderous atmosphere.

Lin Yifei returned to his original place and did not leave immediately, but breathed slightly. Biyun yarn flew comfortably, but for his cultivation, it was still a little reluctant. Flying down for hundreds of miles, the spiritual power in the body is consumed a lot, and I feel tired compared to a night of fighting.

An hour later, the spiritual energy in his body was running unhindered, and he put the spirit stone in his hand back into the Qiankun bag, and Lin Yi got up and got on the horse, whistled, and walked back with the horse.

For Lin Yi's return, with the horses he found, Meng Shan finally smiled, and wanted to praise this outstanding horse breeding disciple a few words, but the other party's expression was indifferent, and he turned around and left after hugging the ** difference, so that his words were useless, and he could only snort coldly, and his mood was naturally self-evident.

The Tianlong faction set off to the east, traveled more than ten miles along the stream, and found a new place to camp. Everyone set up their tents, rested separately, and waited for the return of Uchai and Ji Tang.

After settling the carriage, Lin Yi sat in front of the carriage and was alone in a daze. He was not interested in what had happened in the day. Meditating, cultivating, and improving his cultivation are what he has to do, but right now, he can only be in such a daze.

"Boy, thank you so much!" "Zhen Yuanzi walked over with square steps.

Lin Yi didn't look back, still looking at the green grass and was distracted, and for a long time, he smiled indifferently at Zhen Yuanzi and didn't say anything.

Zhen Yuanzi also sat cross-legged in the car, looking at the gradually falling sunset, he said leisurely: "It's because I'm old and tasteless." I think I've been cultivating for decades, and I'm not as calm as you kid. Huh!"

"However, the two apprentices who are not successful really worry me. Whether you care about these or not, the old way is to make a note of your feelings. With this rain curtain in the way, and the situation is critical, I am afraid that no one will know what you have done. But Lao Dao knew it in his heart! It's just that the two rabbit cubs are still in the dark. Hopefully, the wolves don't come back. ”

Mamotoko stroked her beard and muttered to herself. No matter how Lin Yi reacted, he had to say these words. Not for himself, but for the sake of the two apprentices.

The extraordinariness of this Lin Yi is difficult to explain, and the specific extraordinary, Zhen Yuanzi has no way of knowing. However, Lao Dao believed in his own vision, and he believed that the kid in front of him was definitely not a thing in the pool.

In the lower county city, Ji Tang and the others were inexplicably pointed, but they were actually the Fengyun point acumen of Baiyunguan, which made Zhen Yuanzi more convinced of his judgment.

Therefore, along the way, Zhen Yuanzi can be described as a broken hand in the young coachman, blindly close to him.

It's just that as they get along for a long time, this coachman makes him more and more incomprehensible.

The kid named Lin Yi in front of him has always been an honest and honest man who is silent. But every time he looks closely, he always gives people a different look.

It's not necessarily true to say that this kid is honest, his mind is shrewd, and it's not an exaggeration to call it a slippery head.

I tried it before, but although I offended this kid for this, I didn't realize that he had profound internal skills!

In the rainy night, in the face of the wolves, everyone took care of themselves, and their apprentices and Mu Qing'er sisters were both safe and sound, if it had nothing to do with this kid, Lao Dao would never believe it.

Also, how did this kid know about Elder Meng's predicament and know so clearly that he was behind Gao Po? How could his grasp of the situation be so appropriate?

But this Lin Yi, after the wolves retreated, quietly hid behind everyone as usual.

Could it be that this kid's martial arts are even higher than his own? Internal skills are cultivated to the realm of transformation, returning to simplicity and returning to the truth, if this kid has this realm, it is not easy to be tempted. Is it possible?Zhen Yuanzi shook his head secretly, there is no shortcut to internal cultivation, this is just a teenage doll!

I'm afraid that there are other weirdness, so I can look forward to it!

Zhen Yuanzi's seven tricks are exquisite, Lin Yi naturally doesn't know. He just remembered the wolf king and the bleeding hind legs.

"The wolves won't come!"

"How did you find out?" Zhen Yuanzi stared at Lin Yi and asked curiously.

"Presumably the wolf king was injured, and the wolves left!" Lin Yi replied casually.

"Presumably, did you think it in your heart, or did you go out to look for a horse and see it? are you really so sure?" a sly smile flashed in Mamotoko's eyes.

Lin glanced at the beads and couldn't help but smile. The wolves retreated westward, and they went east by themselves, which is the old way. He shook his head and smiled: "I said it casually, the right and wrong are determined by the Taoist." ”

Zhen Yuanzi smiled, and was broken by Lin Yiyi's scheming, and he didn't think so. He said lightly, "They're back——!"