The vast expanse of Xinglan Lake is still calm and beautiful, and the earth-shattering battle in the surrounding mountains has not affected it in the slightest.

At this time, two figures swept past the lake a little tiredly.

I saw one of the graceful and delicate women reluctantly turned her head again and again, with a thick sadness and indissoluble sorrow between her eyebrows, looking at the beautiful scenery of the world that had left countless footprints and happy times, she couldn't help but sigh again and again.

"Miss, let's go, maybe they've all sent someone to chase after them, and they can't stay here any longer. ”

An old man with gray hair beside him, looking at the woman's expression, was also sorry in his heart, but he still had to urge.

Hearing the old man's words, anger rose in the girl's eyes.

"These ungrateful guys, I thought how good my father treated them at the beginning, but I didn't expect that once my father died, they wouldn't even let me go!"

The two people who spoke were Meng Lan and Lou Congshan, who had escaped from the Guanlan Sect.

"Alas, this has always been the case in the cultivation realm, miss, after going through this, maybe you will really grow up. Even if they don't move you today, they won't let you threaten their position, without strength, it's in vain to say anything. The most important thing at the moment is to leave here first, if the young lady is successful in cultivation in the future, she will naturally take back what belongs to her. ”

"Uncle Lou, Meng Lan knows that he is wrong, he was always lazy in his cultivation in the past, and he didn't cultivate well, if my cultivation was like my father's, how could I end up in this field. ”

"Alas, with the talent of the young lady, it is entirely possible, even far beyond your father. I believe that when you come here again, the Guanlan Sect will still have the surname Meng!"

"Uncle Lou, let's go! this day will not be too far away. ”

Meng Lan finally put away his sadness and sorrow, a trace of firmness and persistence flashed on his face, he retracted his gaze and flew out first. Seeing that Meng Lan had finally erected his ambition, Lou Congshan's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly fled over and followed behind.

When Meng Lan and the others left for half an hour, four or five monks flew over and appeared where Meng Lan and the others had stayed just now.

After a little probing, one of the men with a thin body and a gloomy face said, "They really left from here, let's go!"

This man is a monk sent by Fengyuan, named Song Zhigao, who cultivated to the middle stage of Mahayana, and from his faint aura, it seems that he is not far from the late stage, and he should only be a little weaker than Fengyuan.

With a flicker of figure, several people quickly disappeared next to Xinglan Lake.

In the Black Mountain Canyon, the Thorn Ling Regiment cleaned up the battlefield and set off for the Guanlan Sect.

"Leader, this time is really a great opportunity, I didn't expect that there would be such a fierce battle between the Guanlan Sect and the Yunhe Sect, the two sect masters are really desperate, one is dead and the other is disabled, it seems that it is really the Heavenly Favor I Assassin Ling Group." ”

Wei Han was in a very good mood, and just now he also learned the details of the original battle from the mouth of the monk of the Yunhe Sect who had surrendered.

"Perhaps, I don't know what the situation of the Guanlan Sect is, Meng Dongsi's cultivation is completely lost, and he is not far from death. I'm afraid that Meng Lan can't control it at all, and whether he can master the Guanlan Sect depends on whether there is support from high-level monks. ”

Fu Yu didn't know that the situation of the Guanlan Sect was even worse, the three-way battle made the Guanlan Sect fragmented, and only one-third of the high-level combat power was left, and Meng Lan was forced to flee in embarrassment.

The monks of the Thorn Ling Regiment marched forward in an orderly manner, and under the high-intensity training, the monks of the Yanghe Mercenary Regiment have also been fully integrated into the Thorn Ling Regiment, because they have not been subjected to any discrimination and different treatment, even Zhang Shun's status in the group is no less than Wei Han, so that the monks of the Yanghe Mercenary Regiment sincerely accept the new identity.

The current situation of the Thorn Feather Regiment should have been very different from the loose situation of the mercenary group, both organization and discipline have been greatly enhanced, and the entire Thorn Feather Regiment is like a high-speed machine.

As the team moved forward, the dark flag fluttered in the wind, and the spiritual flame logo on it burned like a fiery red flame, which made people feel that this team was extraordinary at a glance.

A few hours later, the Thorn Feather Regiment appeared under a mountain range, and suddenly, Fu Yu in front of the team waved his hand, and the team immediately stopped and stood neatly behind Fu Yu.

Behind Fu Yu, Wei Han and Zhang Shun glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's puzzlement. Wei Han was about to ask when he heard Fu Yu's voice coming.

"There are monks fighting in front, and they are coming towards us!" Wei Han and Zhang Shun led two teams of monks to go over with me to have a look, and the rest of the monks stood by. ”

Zhang Shun and Wei Han were impressed in their hearts, although Fu Yu's cultivation was only in the early stage of Mahayana, which was lower than them, but the strength shown was unfathomable, the two of them cultivated one order higher than Fu Yu, but they still felt that they were far from Fu Yu's opponents, for some reason, since Fu Yu's cultivation entered the Mahayana, even an old man like Wei Han unconsciously became in awe of Fu Yu.

At this time, the two of them didn't sense any movement in front of them at all, but Fu Yu, who cultivated one order lower than them, sensed it in advance. The two of them couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts.

"Yes!"

Wei Han and Zhang Shun beckoned behind them, and eight monks each followed behind Fu Yu, faintly where the Nine Xun Devouring Immortal Array was standing.

More than a dozen people swept hundreds of miles, and the battle in front of them appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

I saw four or five black-clothed monks besieging two monks, a man and a woman, and the two of them fled, both of them suffering a lot of wounds, and blood stained their robes.

A man and a woman, the man has gray hair and an old face, and should be an elder. And the woman is young and beautiful, at a glance it attracts countless eyes, although she is fleeing in a hurry, but the beautiful figure still exudes a seductive charm, and the dust on her face still can't hide her peerless face.

And most of those attacks were blocked by the old man, these black-clothed people, all of whom were in the middle stage of Mahayana, were fierce and ferocious, even if they attacked the girl, they didn't spare the slightest hand.

Judging from this situation, the two of them have obviously fled a lot of distance, and the purpose of the group of black-clothed people is obvious, that is, to kill the two of them here, but it seems that they have some scruples about the old man's desperateness, and want to consume his mana, so that the old man keeps attacking the woman, forcing the old man to constantly block and be restrained everywhere.

The old man's cultivation is not much different from the black-clothed monk, and when he is attacked by them in such a disregard for morality, he is hit by the black-clothed monk from time to time, and he is already at the end of his crossbow.

"Miss, run away, leave me alone. ”

The old man blocked the attack of the man in black attacking the girl, and roared angrily.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to go together, I won't leave you uncle!" the girl said stubbornly.

"Miss, you won't be able to escape if you don't leave. The old man urged sadly.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Fu Yu couldn't help but show a wry smile, this girl is not Meng Lan, how can she be so embarrassed when she meets her twice.

The two sides of the fight suddenly saw a group of people appear, and immediately stopped fighting, and they all looked at Fu Yu and his party with some vigilance.

"It's you!"

Meng Lan suddenly recognized Fu Yu and couldn't help but blurt out, there was a rather complicated meaning in this voice.

The first time they met Fu Yu to save her, but they killed Jiang Bosheng, which brought a devastating disaster to the Guanlan Sect, although Fu Yu can't be blamed, but this is also because he killed the killer to cause such a result, and this time Meng Lan was so embarrassed and fell into a crisis It also has a lot to do with Fu Yu.

"Hehe, it's me. ”

Fu Yu was also a little embarrassed on his face. Not only did he put Meng Lan in such a situation, but he came this time to seize the Guanlan Sect.

Lou Congshan protected Meng Lan behind him, looking at Fu Yu vigilantly, his state at this time was already extremely bad, if this team of people also came for Meng Lan, it would be a complete loss of hope.

The only hope is that Meng Lan and the young man who led the team seem to know each other, but with Lou Congshan's experience, it is natural to see that there is no deep friendship between the two.

"Miss Meng, I didn't expect us to meet again. I don't know if I need help?" Fu Yu shrugged his shoulders and looked at the few people who were chasing Meng Lan.

"Boy, I advise you not to meddle in things, this is the territory of the Guanlan Sect, and not everyone can be arrogant here. ”

Song Zhigao, who took the lead, said viciously, he also looked at Fu Yu carefully for a moment, and saw that although there were many monks in this group, except for the two mid-Mahayana monks who had just been promoted, the rest were early Mahayana cultivators, and the aura displayed by this group of people was extremely mixed, obviously not from a sect, it should be a mercenary team composed of scattered cultivators.

For casual cultivation, the sect monks have an innate superiority, in addition to the general public of scattered cultivation exercises, the magic weapon is inferior, and more importantly, casual cultivation has always been a plate of loose sand, and there is no cohesion at all.

Song Zhigao had some scruples, if these people joined Meng Lan's side, let Lou Congshan ease his breath, and fight against them together, it would be quite difficult to kill Meng Lan. So he planned to intimidate Fu Yu, and it would be better if the other party knew the difficulty and retreated.

Of course, he was also ready to fight, with a wave of his hand, several people changed their shapes, and a simple battle formation faintly appeared, they were all mid-Mahayana monks, and they were almost invincible with their battle arrays.

"Miss Meng, how is it? You haven't answered my words yet?"

Fu Yu ignored Song Zhigao's movements, and looked at Meng Lan with a smile.

"You'd better go, leave me alone, you can't beat them, and you can't get involved. Meng Lan's face changed, a trace of struggle flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he finally refused.

Fu Yu sighed in his heart, this Meng Lan had indeed never experienced the cruelty of the cultivation realm, and his heart was like a blank piece of paper, but he was not unkind. If you meet a ruthless person, I'm afraid you will agree immediately, and maybe take the opportunity to slip away when you enter the battle.

It is reasonable to be reasonable, it seems that this Meng Lan still needs to be saved. Fu Yu already had a plan in his heart.