A wild wolf rushed like a monk with depleted spiritual power, the monk's scalp was numb, his head couldn't react, and he subconsciously fell to the ground and rolled to avoid the wild wolf that pounced, but when he heard a stabbing sound and the sound of tearing clothes, most of his shoulders were grabbed by the wolf claws that swept by. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At the moment of death, the monk got up, pounced, grabbed the wolf's head, stared at the wolf's neck, and then ...... After biting down...... "whoa" the wild wolf roared in pain, and his body struggled violently, but the monk held on to the wolf's head and could not let go even if he died. Manpower is poor, manpower is endless, at this juncture when life and death are threatened, the potential of human survival is immeasurable, the monk is more afraid of death than anyone else, so he bites the wolf's neck, rides the wolf's body, holds the wolf's head, no matter what, he never let go. The wolf struggled because of pain, because of anger, and even more because of fear. Any beast has a large artery in its neck, and it is difficult to think about it without dying because of the excessive blood flow. Of course, Ning Chen also knew, so he bit harder. Then, the wolf died......

Chen Xiaomo hid in the air, taking all this into his eyes, he sighed at the same time as he was surprised that this group of people had been here for a long time, didn't it mean that there were only a small number of people, uninvited for the sake of the loss, since the loss was the protagonist, he should send them "away!" And it seems to be in the same group as the beautiful Luoluo, and he can't blame himself for his ill intentions, he hasn't done it for a long time, and it's time to fight, otherwise the bones are rusty!

The desolate wolf died unjustly, and there were many masters present, even if it died at the hands of a monk who could still cast spells, it would not have died in vain, but it died at the hands of people who seemed to have no power to fight back. The death of the wild wolf is not unjust, no matter how you say that the monk is also a person who has fought countless times", although the monk does not know martial arts, he can't fight in close quarters, and his combat power is extremely scum, of course, the most important thing is that the wild wolf has been seriously injured by a spell before.

The way he learned to teach was in vain. Because at the critical time, he didn't even think of using it. Facts have proved that when people are in crisis, they still choose the best method, and not being good at learning art is no different from not learning. After the death of the wolf, the monk's face was pale and stunned, his mouth was full of wolf blood, and the salty taste continued to penetrate into his nose, mouth, and stomach.

The monk still couldn't hold back, bent over and retched, his pale face becoming even more ugly. In less than half a pillar of incense, the monk felt as if half a year had passed. The Dharma seals in the hands of the monks never stopped, and the bones of the wolves were piled up all over the wilderness, and the blood-stained earth became red, bloody and smelly.

The low sound of "woo" played the prelude to death, and the endless wolves became more and more crazy, as if the wolves of the entire wasteland had come at this moment, constantly impacting the monk's defense. Suddenly, a sharp and piercing sound sounded in everyone's ears, like the sound of a sharp blade scraping through pig iron, and then, blood was spilled, and in a long snort of pain, a monk fell to the ground. "Roar" under the blood, the torn treasure clothes pierced people's hearts, and next to it, a wild wolf the size of a hill roared in a low voice, with a strong body and sharp claws, all showing that this wild wolf was unusual.

Almost at the same moment, several figures among the monks fell, and the grim reaper, which hid the wolves, first appeared, walking out head to head, stepping on the corpse on the ground, and the fierce and greedy eyes shone brightly, making people shudder. "Desolate Wolf King" Dozens of desolate wolf kings appeared, comparable to Jin Dan, the monk's expression changed greatly, and the knife in his hand was dulled.

The monk is above the demon beast, however, the claws of the desolate wolf king break this law. As the Desolate Wolf King entered the battle, the casualties of the Zhuji Monk increased, and at this moment, the sword on the legs of the old man of the Jindan Great Perfection who had closed his eyes finally moved. A sword! To put it mildly, the sword light cut through the space, and the blood of the three desolate wolf kings and dozens of desolate wolves was instantly spilled, and their heads flew up. The unspeakable sword power shocked countless wild wolves and Chen Xiaomo, who was the farthest away from the old man.

He couldn't imagine that the flying sword could reach such a level, this was no longer a category that ordinary Jin Dan could understand. At this moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a sword light that pierced the sky shot out, rushing straight towards the old man who had just come out of the sword. A familiar arrow, falling eyes shrank, and the comer was not good. The power of the sword qi, the old man's expression also became solemn, and the ancient sword was horizontal in front of him, blocking the world-shattering sword. "Bang" sword and sword collided, startling the wind and angry, under the old man, the boulder was torn apart, and when it landed, it was another sword light coming to him. The old man had to retreat, avoiding the edge of the sword light, however, this retreat fell into the arrangement of the sword-wielding person. The old man's sword is the last barrier to protect Luoluo, and no one can break it within twenty steps. However, the old man retreated, exceeding twenty steps, which meant that the old man's sword could no longer block in front of Luo Luo for the first time. The next moment, a sword broke through the shackles of space, and it was before it fell.

There is no way to avoid it, there is no way to stop it, and when you see the beautiful fall, you will die, and a figure is blocked between the sword and the fall. The arrow entered the body, bringing out a large amount of blood, and the monk's body slammed into the carriage, but he still couldn't resist the galloping sword. "Uhh At this moment, a pair of slender hands appeared, holding the sword in one hand and the monk in the other. No one saw when Luoluo made the move, but they saw that slender and beautiful hand quietly holding the arrow that made everyone weak.

"Retreat!" In the distance, a deep voice sounded, and in an instant, Xiao Sheng turned sharply, and the wild wolf roared and roared, scattering and retreating like a tide. "Miss," all the monks knelt down (except for the spectators) and said respectfully.

"Calm down, continue on your way," Luo Luo said lightly, as if nothing had happened. "Yes" Everyone got up, led by Jin Dan on the horse, waved his hand, and slowly continued to move forward with the team. The old man also made a mount and continued to follow the falling mount, but this time, it was difficult for his mood to be as calm as before. Who would have thought that the fall ahead turned out to be Jin Dan and it was not the foundation they imagined. He didn't expect it, Chen Xiaomo didn't expect it, so it made this seemingly perfect assassination seem so ridiculous.

But he didn't do nothing, the poor monk had already died, and now it was Chen Xiaomo, who had been disguised, and he was so tired of acting with the doppelganger, he hid his breath and couldn't even tell the truth of the old man Jindan, Chen Xiaomo was taken in by Luoluo into the curtain on the mount. Fang Cai's sword, although it seemed to be nothing to do with Luoluo, it still took a lot of time to offset the sword qi, of course, this was because Chen Xiaomo didn't make a complete move, it looked like it was fatal for Chen Xiaomo. However, for the sake of realism, Chen Xiaomo still suffered a sword from his own clone.

He was in time to block the arrow, albeit completely useless. Chen Xiaomo pretended to faint, so he didn't know how stupid what he did, he just knew that if he died, none of the people in that group would really be able to survive (except for the old man, and Chen Xiaomo), so he wouldn't be able to know their purpose. Luoluo sealed the acupoints around Chen Xiaomo's wound and stopped the bleeding, fortunately, the sword wound was close to his left shoulder, far away from his heart after all, otherwise, this sword would really see him off.

The person who wielded the sword was so unusual that he couldn't detect his true body after several shots, and even if there were more than two Jin Dan beings present, he still couldn't leave this strong man. "Huh?" Suddenly, Luoluo's expression changed, and his beautiful face flashed with a touch of disbelief, and he quickly moved his slender hand, grabbing Chen Xiaomo's arm, and the vast mana poured into the latter's body.

With such a good talent, she could even imagine how big a storm it would cause in the family if this matter was exposed. Unfortunately, she couldn't see it. At nightfall, the team camped and camped in the wasteland, and Chen Xiaomo woke up faintly from sleep (the doppelganger guarded Yuanying and was not afraid of being killed while sleeping), and when he saw Junjun's bright and enchanting face under the candlelight. "Awake?" Luo Luo smiled and said softly. "Miss Luoluo" Miss Chen's mind turned, and she remembered what they called Luoluo, although he didn't know many things and was afraid of revealing his stuffing, he still had to answer this question.

The position of the left chest near the shoulder still hurts, but it is still bearable, and I have suffered a sword from myself, and it is really boring to think about it at the moment. Chen Xiaomo was distracted for a moment, a strange smile crossed the corner of Luoluo's mouth, and said, "Can you explain to me how you got into the team?" Hearing this, Chen Xiaomo trembled back to his senses, and was shocked in his heart, and immediately looked up at Luoluo, forcibly suppressed the panic, and pretended to be confused, "What does the princess mean, the little one doesn't understand."

"Didn't the parents tell you that geniuses are not allowed to walk around?" Luo Luo said with a faint smile. Miss Chen was shocked again, he really didn't know about this, and besides, he was a fake, how could he know. If Luoluo's words are true, his talent hides another guarantee for him, his cultivation can't be seen, but the talent can be easily discovered. Seeing Chen Xiaomo's changing expression, the smile on Luoluo's face gradually faded, and he said indifferently, "You are really bold, you dare to use Zhujimeng to sneak into the team" If it weren't for the talent on this kid's body, she would even suspect that he did the assassination of the patriarch before, after all, it was incredible, no one found out about such a genius.

Chen Xiaomo's expression was very surprised, Luoluo looked at Chen Xiaomo who had lost his secret and smiled, Chen Xiaomo's eyes narrowed, and said, "Miss, the matter of joining the team is really a last resort, and I hope that Miss can raise her noble hand" He knew that Luoluo should not dismantle his secret, because it would not do him any good, and even offend a genius because of it. His identity can't be revealed, unless he wants to kill him and hold his family status, but Chen Xiaomo received the memory from the doppelganger search, this unlucky monk has a high and powerful lineage, and the two Jin Dan are even more powerful with heavy soldiers, and they have great achievements, killing him as a genius. He didn't know what would happen if he offended the unlucky monk, but he didn't think it would be much better. Moreover, he also knew a lot about the relationship between several young ladies and elders of their family in these memories, and knew that the unlucky monk was likely to choose Luoluo's family to help become the head of the family, so Luoluo would have no reason to expose his identity. "You're not afraid" Luoluo looked at Chen Xiaomo for a long time and said.

"I'm afraid," Chen Xiaomo replied. "But I don't see a trace of fear in your eyes," Luo Luo Mei said lightly. "The little ones think that the little ones should be afraid, and the small ones are really afraid," Chen Xiaomo said weakly (all for the truth). "You are smart" Luoluo knew the meaning of Chen Xiaomo's words, it was very simple, Chen Xiaomo was saying that his life was now in her hands, if he died, he should be afraid, if he was alive, why should he be afraid.

Under the candlelight, Luoluo thought quietly for a moment, a few days before the departure, the head of the family and the elders had found her, and the words had mentioned the unlucky monk intentionally or unintentionally, meaning that she understood and asked her to take care of this kid secretly. The elder is just that, and the head of the family actually speaks in person, which is really noteworthy, it is too unbelievable that a small genius can receive such a great grace.

Therefore, along the way, she didn't summon Chen Xiaomo, wanting to see how this kid would deal with it, or she wanted to see what was unusual about this guy. Even though she was prepared, the result still surprised her, this kid didn't take the initiative to find her from beginning to end, and even mixed with the most difficult old worshipper in the clan. However, after today's events, she somewhat understood why Chen Xiaomo would let the family head and elders attach so much importance to it. Although he is not a great sage, he is a person who is sincere and kind.

It's a pity that if Miss Chen knew what Luo Luo was thinking, she would definitely spit on her face, he just wanted to probe in front of the truth, and by the way, he knew that he would not be defeated in a hundred battles, as for after he learned the truth, it was none of his business whether she died or lived. In normal times, he promised that he would not blink even if Luoluo was stabbed in the heart, she was not Muzi, and in his eyes it was like not having breakfast that he hadn't finished in the morning. The two men with their own ghosts were thinking something in the tent, and the candle flame danced, reflecting a beautiful, delicate, coquettish, slightly shy face, but in fact the same cold and heartless......

In the middle of the night, Luoluo had already left, Chen Xiaomo sat in the tent and began to cultivate, the doppelganger shielded the breath suddenly, in the chest, the dragon roared non-stop, blooming with dazzling golden light, and the next moment, the ancestral dragon's bloodline turned into a streamer and submerged into the dantian qi sea, standing still in the cyclone of mana condensation, and no longer motionless. The sudden change made Chen Xiaomo surprised, and he tried hard to urge the mana but could not force out the ancestral dragon bloodline, and in desperation, after exploring his body and finding that there was nothing unusual, he could only temporarily suppress his worries.

Just as Chen Xiaomo was about to continue his cultivation with his spiritual power, he found that silver fonts flew out of his blood, and immediately accompanied by his spiritual power running in the meridians, and after a week, they quietly disappeared. (To be continued.) )