"How is that possible?"

He didn't have the confidence he had before, nor did he have the domineering he had before, and the solemnity of his face made him look more like a different person.

The silence of the forest seemed to be the depression before the mountain rain was about to come, Wan Shaoyun looked around, as if he was looking for something, and as if he was guarding against something?

A cautious look.

Fear is contagious, especially from the leader, even though the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect don't understand what the head is looking at or what they are watching for.

In short, the atmosphere is not optimistic.

"Master Wan, what you want is on that kid?" Ximen Shuai also had a bad feeling, and it was also a change from Wan Shaoyun.

But he didn't want the duck to fly to his beak, so he kept instigating Wan Shaoyun!

After all, he was not a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, but a temporary partner.

Therefore, in terms of conversation, he is not as restrained as the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, and even some words can be said freely.

Wan Shaoyun glanced at Ximen Shuai twice, this kind of role is actually really not in his eyes, but there are some things that must be done.

Otherwise, according to Wan Shaoyun's meaning, stepping on it to death is just an ant anyway, at least in Wan Shaoyun's eyes.

Ximen Shuai also subconsciously shut up, subconsciously bowed his head, and even subconsciously retreated.

Although he is arrogant and his eyes are higher than the sky, that is only a posture that can only be seen in front of martial arts players in the east of the city.

A predator like Wan Shaoyun, even if he borrowed another hundred guts, Ximen Shuai would not dare to make a mistake.

Because he knows his pounds and pounds, and he also knows his worth. In fact, since he lost the Five Poisons Order, he knew that he didn't have much say in front of Wan Shaoyun.

People with self-knowledge can live longer, this is what Demon Moon told him when he usually chatted.

Ximen Shuai has always kept it in his heart, and has taken it as a motto, and even as an honor.

Because this is what Demon Moon said, because this is what the person he admires said.

But Ximen Shuai did not meet the requirements of this sentence, still went his own way, and still looked at everything.

But today, in the face of Wan Shaoyun's sharp eyes, Ximen Shuai did it in his hand, this is not a confession, but a knowledge of current affairs, at least Ximen Shuai will think so in his heart.

The old woman was a little flustered, if she came up and shot you to the death, the old woman boasted that she was not afraid.

But you are so suspicious, do you still want to play any tricks?

Even if you take 10,000 steps back and say, Shenggu has recovered her injuries and recovered her strength, but can she be your opponent of Master Wan?

The old woman didn't know the bottom of her heart, but she didn't rush out to shop, because the acting sect leader hadn't spoken yet.

Sakurako subconsciously looked at the funeral night behind her, the sound of the flute still echoed, and his face was still calm.

Whether it's pretended to be or not, Sakurako still thinks it's not that simple, and even thinks that the funeral night should be a way to solve it.

He may admit it, he may surrender, and he may even sacrifice the Five Poisons Sect.

In short, he will not sacrifice his own interests to fulfill the so-called nobility.

Because he can't do it, because he's careful.

The great monk also looked at the funeral night, with the same doubts, with surprise, with the unimaginable.

From the moment the flute sounded, Wan Shaoyun's state changed, cloudy and uncertain, or he was afraid of something.

Is it afraid of the night of the funeral?

The great monk shook his head, no way, this is an ant, although it has great potential, but after all, it has not yet grown strong, he is still an ant.

Wan Shaoyun is a grandmaster of the first generation, and when he sits down, he is strong and strong, and he can turn the clouds and rain and disturb the rivers and lakes with a single order.

At least in the player's world, he can walk sideways.

Is it necessary to be afraid of his burial night?

The great monk felt ridiculous when he thought about it, he was standing over there, the Iron Sword Gate poured out, and it was not only the burial night that died, but also himself.

Therefore, the normal mentality should be to hope that Wan Shaoyun will be intimidated, or even not to surrender to the army.

"Before you know it, the poor monk has also fallen, and he has begun to know how to be jealous of others! Amitabha meat, sin! sin!"

The great monk's voice was so small that it was almost silent, so it couldn't be heard on the night of the funeral, and neither could Sakurako.

After closing the door, you are still yourself, the secrets are locked, and it is impossible for others to see your jokes.

Ramble!

The silver wolf appeared, standing on a high mountain col, looking up at the people below, looking very cold and arrogant.

Behind it, too, a large number of wolves appeared, but instead of silver, they were gray, but they were several laps larger than ordinary wild wolves.

Wail!

The giant frog jumps out of the quagmire, each leap can span hundreds of meters, its tongue is so long and capricious that ordinary blades cannot cut at all.

It can easily wrench through trees the thickness of a bowl, it can swallow its own prey, and the mucus on its skin corrodes blood like sulfuric acid.

Rustling!

The golden beetle also sorted, its movements were a bit clumsy, and it didn't feel like it was very fast, but if you compare it to a human, you will find that its speed is no less than that of an adult trot.

Similar animals are strange, many, many, and many, and they all come from all over the world, as if to participate in a feast.

Wan Shaoyun was still looking around, he didn't let go of every corner, and his brows became more and more solemn.

The place gave him unease, a deep uneasiness.

Even if this is now the mountain behind the Iron Sword Gate, his own back garden, but he has never been there, he doesn't like the atmosphere here, and he doesn't like the prey here.

The other disciples of the Iron Sword Sect also changed to varying degrees, some trembled, some cowered, some looked around, and some were murderous.

What's going on?

Ximen Shuai was a little confused, he really looked like he was pulling Wan Shaoyun's face to see if he was a disguised and shoddy product.

When he came, he also covered the clouds, domineering and leaking, as if he was very awesome.

But just after taking a photo, I felt like a balloon had been poked by the tip of a needle.

Is this still a predator of the sect?

Ximen Shuai looked up at the silver wolf on the mountain pass, and the breeze just happened to blow the silver hair on its body.

It is indeed very arrogant and very domineering.

Ximen Shuai suddenly had an ominous premonition, and always felt that this should not be his battlefield.

"Retreat!"

Ximen Shuai quietly gave the order, and his companions also felt the atmosphere here and did not dare to stay for a long time.

Click!

One of them seemed to have stepped on something as he retreated, and before he could see it, a stream of green liquid sprayed on his face.

Woohoo!

It was the sound of corroding flesh and skin, and after a while, the white bones appeared, and the soles of the feet of the people who watched it were numb, and they took big gulps of cool air.

The partner who retreated with him probably couldn't stand this kind of stimulation, and ran away with a wow, and a black shadow fell in the air, just blocking his way.

Oh yes, good frog!

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