"Almost died. Yang Yi looked at the two recruits and the tent that had turned to ashes. I was terrified.

Aren't the other monks full of fear in their hearts? Yang Yi's attack was so sudden that these people were almost hit. The blackened robes of the two almost turned to ashes.

In any case, the move can't be stopped. Yang Yi knew that his side was weak, and as soon as he turned around, a wind blade and a lifelike red bird the size of a pheasant flew towards the five monks.

"Carving insect technique!" A mid-stage Qi refining monk turned out to be a water ball that hit the firebird.

"Hmph. Yang Yi sneered in his heart, his Firebird Technique had been gaining momentum for a few seconds, even if his attributes were compatible, it was still stronger than his Instant Water Balloon Technique.

Sure enough, the water polo met the firebird, and it only dissipated after a few snorts, but the monk was a flying sword to scatter the firebird. However, the flying sword was also bounced back.

The monk who was attacked by the wind blade actually took out a small black shield magic weapon to block it, but the small shield was obviously not of high grade, and it was cut in half as soon as it came into contact. Although the monk's face changed drastically, he was still cut in half by the wind.

Yang Yi, this is taking advantage of the weakness of the enemy's magic weapon, and some spells can destroy low-level magic weapons in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yi could kill that monk with a wind blade, firstly, because that small shield could barely be regarded as a low-level magic weapon of the human rank, and secondly, that cultivator was only in the early stage of qi refining, and his cultivation was lower than Yang Yi's.

"Kill him!" someone roared. Then a black ring, a small black thorn, and a slap big firebird flew towards Yang Yi.

Yang Yi still hugged Han Meng's thin waist with his left hand, and as soon as his mind moved, the black shield floated in front of him, and at the same time, the axe in his hand flew towards the firebird.

Under Yang Yi's control, a black long sword also flew out of a person's body and stabbed straight into the back of a monk.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the firebird dissipated, and the ring collided with the small thorn and the round shield, and each flew out in a dim light.

Yang Yi's flying sword pierced directly into the chest of a monk. Now, there were only three monks standing in front of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi's mind moved, and three black long swords, an axe floated back in front of Yang Yi, and of course, a black shield.

When the three monks saw this, their faces immediately changed. But his expression immediately changed to greed again. It's just that the light is dim at night, and Yang Yi can't see it.

"Everyone go together, he drives so many magic weapons by himself, and the mana in his body must be close to exhaustion, and he is at the end of his strong crossbow at this time. Everyone killed him, and the magic weapon is ours. One of the last remaining mid-stage Qi refining cultivators shouted. It was a flying sword that flew towards Yang Yi. The other two monks also drove their respective magic weapons to attack.

"It's stupid. Yang Yi thought that the three of them would immediately flee when they saw those monks being killed. I didn't expect these three people to be greedy.

Yang Yi's three flying swords were fired together, sucking out about two-fifths of Yang Yi's mana at once, but the six pills he swallowed were also being continuously refined, and the mana was also replenished in time, and it has been kept at a relatively stable level.

When the magic weapons collided, the magic weapons of the three monks immediately fell to the ground in a dim light, and they had obviously become scrap metal.

The faces of the three monks changed greatly, and seeing the black long sword flying closer, they hurriedly struck two wind blades, and a firebird hit the three swords, and even offered a small shield in front of them.

"Ground Thorn Technique!" As soon as Yang Yi's mind moved, an enemy monk felt the ground shake under his feet, so he hurriedly jumped up and left the place. This jump, but was mercilessly stabbed in the head by a black long sword that had just pierced the firebird.

The other two monks blocked the flying sword with their wind blades and small shields. But their faces were also pale, because their little shields were again beaten into scrap metal.

"Yang Daoyou! How about we stop here? If we fight again, we will only lose both. The only surviving mid-stage qi refining man took out a small shield and shouted in his mouth.

"Lose both?" Yang Yi scoffed at what the monk said, and immediately two flying swords flew towards this monk, and the other flew towards the other monk.

The two monks were undoubtedly killed by Yang Yifei's sword. Yang Yi looked at the corpses of the monks who fell to the ground, and several firebird techniques burned the corpses one by one.

Yang Yi frowned slightly and put away the magic weapons, at this time the mana in his body was less than twenty percent, so Yang Yi swallowed five more nameless pills and refined them. As for the few storage bags that fell on the ground, Yang Yi didn't even look at them.

In about ten minutes, Yang Yi finally completely refined the elixir energy in his body. When I opened my eyes, I saw Han Meng's back trembling on the ground.

"Alas. Yang Yi also guessed a little bit of what Han Meng thought, so he came behind Han Meng.

"Han Meng. Yang Yi shouted, finding that Han Meng's body trembled, and Yang Yi silently gently hugged Han Meng from behind.

"Yang Yi, I'm fine. It's just that seeing so many people die, it's a little ......" Han Meng said slowly after a slight silence.

"Han Meng. We have now come to the world of cultivating immortals. It's a world of the jungle. Like today, we didn't do anything, but they did it to us. Yang Yi said lightly, "If we don't kill them, then we have to die." ”

Han Meng was still silent.

"Alas. Yang Yi looked at Han Meng's confused eyes, "No matter what, we all have to try to survive." Now we are far away from our relatives, but in the future, we will be successful in cultivating immortals, and maybe we will be able to return to Earth to reunite with our relatives. ”

Yang Yi looked at Han Meng, who was silent, and said, "Han Meng, don't think about it so much, hurry up and rest, you have to hurry up tomorrow." ”

"Hmm. Han Meng agreed. Yang Yi also felt that Han Meng's heartbeat gradually stabilized. It seems to have calmed down.

Now that the bright moon is still hanging high, Yang Yi feels that Han Meng in his arms is not asleep.

"Han Meng, go to sleep. I'm here. Yang Yi said. Holding Han Meng, changing into a comfortable position, Han Meng pillowed on Yang Yi's arm.

"Yang Yi, thank you. Han Meng actually sat up and slowly bent over.

Yang Yi opened his eyes and saw Han Meng approaching. I couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in my heart, and then I was happy.

Groove rubbing. It's been seven years. After knowing each other for seven years from junior high school to college, Han Meng is finally ready to kiss.

Yang Yi gently hugged Han Meng into his arms. The lips of the two also touched together.

Yang Yi's head suddenly went a little blank, and he felt like he was going to suffocate. I don't know how long it took, but the two finally parted.

"Han Meng. Yang Yi hugged Han Meng tightly. The excitement in my heart is indescribable, and finally, the person who has dreamed of it for seven years is in my arms.

Before, Han Meng and Yang Yi were only vaguely friends-like relationships. But now, the two have finally taken an important step.

"Han Meng, you will be my wife in the future, right?" Yang Yi gently hugged Han Meng, as if holding a heavy treasure.

"No......" Han Meng blushed and glared at Yang Yi, of course she knew what Yang Yi was thinking.

"Is there ...... between husband and wife" Yang Yi pretended not to hear it, and pounced on Han Meng, who was getting up and about to slip away.

Han Meng was hugged by Yang Yi, and in desperation, his hand reached out to the soft flesh on Yang Yi's waist......

"Ahh Yang Yi screamed, reached out and grabbed Han Meng's little hand on his waist. However, Yang Yi was also very happy in his heart, Han Meng finally withdrew his disguise and became the Han Meng that Yang Yi knew when he was in junior high school, this is what Han Meng is really like.

"Ahem, Yang Yi. Don't flirt in front of me, don't be ashamed at all. The voice of the red cloth happened to enter Yang Yi's soul from the Blood Demon Ring.

"Ugh. Yang Yi's movements stopped instantly. Then his face was as red as chicken blood.

"Red-clothed, didn't you say you couldn't see the outside?" Yang Yi's soul roared in the Blood Demon Ring in Yang Yi's skull. Yang Yi was ashamed at this time, it seemed that he had been looked down by the red clothes.

"Uh, this...... This is ......" The red clothes knew that their lies had been exposed, so they became silent.

Ren Yangyi's soul shouted in the Blood Demon Ring, but the red clothes didn't hear it.

Yang Yi, who had been shouting for a long time, felt useless, so he carried Han Meng into a tent and fell asleep groggily. Although he didn't do anything, Yang Yi consciously spent a good night.