"You, you, and you, hurry up and see what's going on!"

What was originally a well-planned ambush hunt has evolved into a sour, and those subordinates were not afraid, but when they saw the leader, they were afraid.

Thereupon...... They were also afraid......

Therefore, the faces of the scouts who were named were also tangled all of a sudden, and they kept asking in their hearts: "Could it be that there are really supernatural spirits?"

When he thought about it, he smiled awkwardly, almost not defeated by his own naivety.

This is obviously a game.,What's supernatural or not.,The white head in the waves must have been pumped by a donkey's hooves a few days ago.,It's okay if you're nervous.,It's actually infected.。

Several people exchanged glances with each other, and their courage couldn't help but gain a little fat, holding the killing weapon and walking forward with their heads held high.

But as soon as he crossed the mountain, the voices of "Cao Nima" were heartfelt, and they couldn't control it.

Because what appeared in front of them was a pitch-black ball, at least twenty meters in diameter.

The ball was suspended in mid-air, and there was a dense red light coming in, and it felt ...... It's a bit like an eye!

Several spies were mentioned in their hearts, and their legs were so weak that it was difficult to stand up.

I've never seen such a monster before!

This is all a misunderstanding caused by visual dislocation caused by intensity, and of course, there must be an element of the previous hinting effect of Langlibai.

Anyway, several spies completely fed back to Lang Libai what they saw and felt.

Lang Libai was silent for a few seconds after hearing this: "Retreat!"

A group of people walked out of the dense forest with a sense of relief, and everyone who chased me was afraid of falling behind others, and no one cared about the life or death of the stormtroopers.

This is obviously not normal, okay? In the face of any danger before, it was not bloody and desperate, and it would be a competition?

But since dealing with the Funeral Night gang, the style of painting has shifted, and the source of the displacement actually began to spread from their boss Lang Libai.

"Funeral Night, he's a plague god!"

I don't know when it began, such a word has been circulating among Lang Libai's subordinates.

When the dragon king learned such information, he was also confused, didn't know the north and south, isn't the Demon Maple Forest a normal stronghold? No one wants to waste time, when did such a monster come.

Besides, what about those people? There should always be a letter whether they are dead or alive!

The dragon king was not at ease, and sent someone to guard the reincarnation gate, but he didn't see a familiar one all day.

So Lang Libai's paraphobia broke out again, and they all went offline to recover.

Dragon King: "it!"

............

I have to say that Funeral Night's attitude is absolutely serious when thinking about something.

The invincible Xiaoqiang woke up from the third nap to find that the bone flute was still ringing, and let me go to the other side of the forest tirelessly brushing the mobs.

Tianshu was probably the most enthusiastic audience, staring at the funeral night from beginning to end and listening to the sound of the bone flute all day.

When the breath was adjusted halfway, the demon bats were scattered for a moment, so a cruel and inhumane picture was presented in front of Tianshu and the others.

"Am I right? They ...... On the ...... suicide"

This is also too terrifying, Lang Libai's men are red and gritted their teeth one by one, holding a bright blade and poking it into their chests, at this time, their saddest estimate is to complain about why their cultivation is so high.

If you have a thick blood value, you can't stab you twice......

This incident has also become an indelible mark in Tianshu's eyes, so much so that every time he thinks about it, the worship of the funeral night will be raised by a cut.

"Xiaoqiang, are you going to see if there are any people outside the forest?

"Okay!"

It didn't take long for the invincible Xiaoqiang to come back with a disappointed face: "There's not even a ghost!"

"That kid in the waves is a gutless rat, it's a pity, Lao Tzu is still holding back his big move!"

On the night of the funeral, I thought, if I can walk the rivers and lakes with thousands of demon bats in the future, I don't know what kind of scene it will be?

Will Yipinhui be frightened and avoid it?

Will Zhao Chengfeng still be gentle and elegant, shaking the folding fan and playing intrigue with himself?

He found that the torture ability of infrasound waves is no less than that of going mad, the key is that it is much easier to operate than going mad, and the danger factor is not so great, the main thing is not to contact the opponent head-on!

Funeral Night has tried hundreds of times with Da Luo's hand, and although he can catch the demon bat, where to put it has become the key.

Because storage bags can only store inanimate items, and funeral nights can't always be controlled by the sound of the bone flute!

In the end, Funeral Night gave up the plan to fight with the demon bats because it was too difficult to operate.

It's just that in the process of chatting with Chenxi, I accidentally got a piece of information, and after the reputation value of Shennongmen reaches a certain value, you can apply to the system to purchase a trial template.

As for what kind of trial template you can buy, it has to be decided according to the sect's level and fund reserves.

After Chenxi's data analysis, if Funeral Night can win the first place in this rookie competition, plus the rewards of the system, he should be able to get about ten points of sect prestige, so that he can enter the baseline of the ninth-rate sect, and he is almost qualified to buy a sect trial base like Demon Fenglin.

At the same time, on the night of the funeral, he could adjust the difficulty of the trial group through the Shennong Order.

As for the explosion rate, it can be freely arranged on the basis of the system, but the premise is definitely the resources of the sect.

After finishing the book, the funeral night thought, if Shennongmen really bought the trial base, would it be possible to open an institution like a school to make money?

In terms of advertising, the funeral night has been thought of, and when the time comes, special weapons will be used as explosion rate rewards or sect task rewards, so as to attract business, and maybe increase the prestige of the sect or something.

But the question is, is it so easy to get the first place in the rookie competition? Leaving aside the other cities for the time being, I don't know how many masters are there in the south of the city, and it is difficult to say whether they can survive the hard stubble of messy, demon moon, Zhao Chengfeng, and Wang Buer.

"No, my hurry up and improve my cultivation!"

Funeral Night used the bone flute magic sound to summon a group of demon bats to start a suicidal practice, and his fight seemed to be very different from that of Ren Ilang.

The demon bat is as boring as an ant in front of Ren My Waves, and it is purely idle and boring to do this.

But the operation of the funeral night is just the opposite, completely fighting a low-level monster like a demon bat as a peerless master.

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