As soon as the scout reported to Murong Lin, the ten thousand monks of Feng County arrived in a blink of an eye, and Murong Lin Zhi looked up and saw that these monks were all nucleus cultivators.

The Wind County Cultivator entered the secret realm five months earlier than Murong Lin Zhi, five months, which is equivalent to decades, or even hundreds of years, in the outside world.

They broke through to the Gathering Core Realm, Murong Lin Zhi was not surprised at all, for decades, or even hundreds of years in the secret realm, coupled with sufficient spiritual energy and rich resources, it would be strange for Murong Lin Zhi not to break through to the Gathering Core Cultivator.

For example, at this moment, most of his 200,000 followers have cultivated to the first level of the Gathering Core, and some have broken through to the second layer of the Gathering Core, but the cultivation of a few monks has reached the third layer of the Gathering Core.

However, in the eyes of the other Gathering Core Cultivators, the cultivation of these 200,000 cultivators was all eight levels of Qi cultivation.

The five clones of the forty rank are even more extreme, they are already Jindan Great Monks, and in the eyes of other monks, their cultivation is only the third level of Qi cultivation.

Murong Lin Zhi was silent and looked at the tens of thousands of Fengjun monks who were approaching them.

"Where is your young master?" said 10,000 monks, one of whom shouted.

Murong Lin fixed his eyes and saw that the monk was wearing the wolf robe of a fourth-level demon wolf, and his appearance was seven points similar to Wang Baochuan.

"The King of the Wind Counties. Murong Lin Zhi immediately deduced, and then looked behind him, a woman was exactly the same as Wang Jiumei.

"Wang Jiumei is not dead!" Murong Lin Zhi immediately determined that these 10,000 monks must be descendants of the Wang family.

Ten days ago, the Wang Jiumei that Murong Lin Zhi saw was transformed by the little red fox, so it should be the real Wang Jiumei at this moment.

"Listening to what Wang Baochuan said, Wang Jiumei and his eldest brother are inseparable, and the arrogant person must be Wang Baochuan's eldest brother Wang Baoyu. ”

Murong Lin Zhi was still thinking about it, and Wang Baoyu had already opened his throat and shouted, "Are you people deaf, who is your young master?"

None of the 200,000 monks replied, they all held their heads high, did not squint, and did not even look at Wang Baoyu.

Wang Jiumei felt that the 100,000 monks exuded a strong killing intent, and was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded: "Big brother, in the secret realm, be more easy-going, less arrogant, make more friends, and make fewer enemies. ”

Wang Baoyu showed impatience on his face and said: "Ninth sister, you see that their cultivation is only the eighth layer of qi training, and they are waste, Wang Mou values heroes, but looks down on waste. ”

"Big brother, what you see with your eyes may not be all true. Wang Jiumei sighed and said: "Ten days ago, you lost to the sixth brother, didn't you just lose to the enemy, he looks like the eighth layer of the core is gathered, but the actual cultivation is the peak of the ninth layer of the core gathering?"

Wang Baoyu's face flushed, and he stammered: "Sixth brother...... The surface repair is a polycore eight layers...... Covering up one layer, they refined qi eight layers...... Deal...... The peak of the ninth layer of Qi training. ”

"The key is that there is no high or low cultivation, all of them have eight layers of Qi cultivation, our ten thousand followers, the cultivation is high or low, uneven, they, the number will not be less than 200,000, right?" Wang Jiumei persuaded.

Wang Baoyu didn't reply, raised his head, and his spiritual sense scanned Murong Lin Zhi and his 200,000 followers.

"Big brother, let's follow the footsteps of the sixth brother to find the secret of his breakthrough cultivation, and this place is the end of the sixth brother's adventure, they may be the same as the sixth brother, they are all covering up the cultivation. ”

While listening to the ninth sister's rambling in his ear, Wang Baoyu suddenly pointed to Murong Linzhi's five doppelgangers, and said with a smile: "Ninth sister, you are wrong, it's not all the eighth layer of qi training, they only practice qi...... Three layers, one weak chicken. ”

Wang Jiumei followed Wang Baoyu's fingers and looked at Murong Linzhi's five clones, she looked at them carefully, and her heart was shocked.

"Big brother, this is even more abnormal. Wang Jiumei said.

"How so?"

"Big brother, little sister, if you don't say anything wrong, these five people are the main ones. ”

Hearing this, Wang Baoyu nodded after carefully observing for a while.

"The master practices qi at the third level, and the 200,000 followers practice qi at the eighth level, don't you worry about the high merit and shock the master," Wang Jiumei asked Wang Baoyu.

Wang Baoyu looked at Murong Lin Zhi, then turned his gaze to the 200,000 monks, and said, "The cultivators of the followers have already achieved great success. ”

But there were five of them, but nothing happened. Wang Jiumei said.

"The ninth sister is right. ”

Wang Baoyu waved his hand at Murong Lin and said with a smile: "This brother is born, and he doesn't know the children of the Feng County. ”

Seeing that Wang Baoyu's attitude had changed, Murong Linzhi smiled, waved his hands and said, "Yunjun, Murong family, Murong Linzhi." ”

"No wonder, no wonder!" Wang Baoyu said as he walked towards Murong Linzhi, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and grabbed Murong Linzhi's left arm......;

Wang Baoyu was speechless, because his right hand grabbed Murong Linzhi's arm, it felt like he was grasping on steel, no matter how hard he tried, Murong Linzhi did not move at all.

"The ninth sister is right, this Murong Gongzi, like the sixth brother, is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, fortunately I ......"

As soon as Wang Baoyu thought of this, he quickly withdrew his right hand from Murong Linzhi's arm, he knew that he was not Murong Linzhi's opponent.

"Murong Gongzi, the foolish brother has a bad habit, when he sees the handsome and dashing Gongzi, it's like pinching, don't be surprised. Wang Baoyu's face was full of apologies.

Murong Lin was full of spring breeze and said straight to the point: "Brother Wang is here, I don't know what to do. ”

Wang Baoyu had an embarrassed look on his face and said: "Dissatisfied with Brother Murong, ten days ago, Brother Fool fought with the sixth brother of the family and was defeated, so he tracked down the sixth brother to break through the place of gathering cores. ”

"Sixth brother, is it Wang Baochuan?" asked Murong Lin.

Wang Baoyu nodded.

"Wang Baochuan did break through to the polycore here. Murong Lin pointed to the cave and told the truth, "But to break through here, you must gamble with your life. ”

"My son is not afraid of death. Wang Baoyu said categorically.

Murong Lin Zhi just smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the 200,000 monks got out of the way.

At this moment, the coercion coming from the cave was when it was strong, Wang Baoyu said that he was not afraid of death, so let him give it a try.

Wang Baoyu immediately returned to his arrogant state, he glanced at Wang Jiumei, and then walked towards the cave.

Wang Jiumei stopped talking, walked more than a dozen steps towards the cave, felt the coercion about to tear her wolf robe, and immediately stopped.

Wang Baoyu's wolf robe has been torn open by the wind blowing from the cave, and his chest and back are exposed.

The monks could see the muscles in Wang Baoyu's back, and they could smell a smell of blood.

Wang Baoyu was already a peak cultivator of the ninth layer of the Gathering Core, he gritted his teeth, and when he was eighteen meters away from the cave, he had to stop.

"Brother Wang, death is lighter than a feather and heavier than the Lingshan, the secret realm of the human race, breaking through the cultivation, there is an opportunity. Murong Lin Zhi shouted loudly.

Wang Baoyu turned around with difficulty and said, "Brother Murong is right, Wang would rather die in the beast tide, it's not worth dying here." ”

After speaking, Wang Baoyu quickly retreated to Murong Lin Zhi's side, keeping a certain distance from the cave.

"Brother Murong, have you broken through your cultivation here?" asked Wang Baoyu.

Murong Linzhi nodded.

Wang Baoyu gave Murong Lin a thumbs up and said, "My son knows a dangerous place, in which thousand-year-old spirit grass grows, I don't know if the Murong brothers are willing to explore the land with Wang." ”

When Murong Lin heard this, he immediately became interested, Feng Jun was five months more advanced than him in the secret realm, and they had lived in the secret realm for at least a few decades.

Entering the secret realm is to explore, looking for opportunities, the monk of Fengjun is the guide, and Murong Lin is naturally willing to go.

The art master is bold, he is a Jindan monk, who is he afraid of.

"Brother Wang, where is the dangerous place, this son is willing to go. Murong Lin Zhi said.

"Brother Murong, you come with me!" Wang Baoyu was overjoyed, knowing that there was nothing to do here, so he and Wang Jiumei led their men to leave this place.

Murong Lin Zhi left forty points, forty-two points to stay here, and Jing waited for forty-three points, and forty-four points to converge.

Murong Lin Zhi divided forty-one, divided forty-three points and led an army of 100,000 monks, and followed Wang Baoyu's team to the dangerous place he said.

At the same time, Murong Lin sent a message to the other fourteen clones to lead the 700,000 monks to the cave and break through the cultivation.

He handed over the bag containing butterfly wings to the forty points, and told him to help the clones, be cautious, and break through to the Jindan realm.

"Garrisoning the cave, it depends on the two of you and 100,000 monks, and you must not let the demon clan come here, obtain blue gems, and let them break through to the Jindan realm. Murong Lin Zhi seemed to confess;

"If there is anything abnormal, call me immediately, and I will notify the nearest clone to rush to support. ”

Forty, forty-two nodded in agreement, and Murong Lin left with confidence.

Murong Linzhi caught up with Wang Baoyu, and along the way, the two talked and laughed, walked for seven days, and finally arrived at their destination.

It is a ∪-shaped valley with towering mountains that make it difficult for birds to cross, leaving only one side to enter and exit.

"Brother Murong, this is the territory of the wolf clan, and in the valley, there are tens of thousands of Howling Moon Wolves. Wang Baoyu said.

Murong Lin smelled the medicinal fragrance emanating from the valley from afar, and as soon as he heard Wang Baoyu say it, his spiritual sense scanned the valley.

At Taniguchi, there are nearly a thousand fourth-level demon wolves coming and going.

No wonder Wang Baoyu didn't dare to act rashly, and even asked for help from outsiders. ”

Murong Lin said secretly in his heart, "The demon clan in the secret realm is still different from the secret realm, the fourth-level demon beasts still haven't turned into human forms, but they are more ferocious than the demon beasts outside the secret realm, and they are not afraid of death. ”

Seeing Murong Linzhi's gaze, he kept looking at the valley, Wang Baoyu said: "Brother Murong, it's almost dusk, don't camp on the spot, how about exploring the valley tomorrow." ”

"Okay!" Murong Lin agreed, but his gaze was still on the valley.

Wang Baoyu shook his head, and there were forty-one points next to him: "Let him stay here, and leave the matter of camping to me." ”

Wang Baoyu led his 10,000 followers to set up camp, and Murong Lin sent a message to the forty-one people: "Be careful tonight, there seems to be an abnormality in the valley. ”