A sound of chewing human bones drifted over again.
"Bastard!" The goatee roared into the dense forest in the distance: "Why don't you kill us all at once!"
Xiang Nan took a sip of the wine and said, "Because it likes to eat fresh."
Goatee clasped his fists at Xiang Nan and begged, "Senior, I know I was wrong, I don't dare to be greedy anymore, please help us."
Xiang Nan sighed, and said, "I often help others, but I don't end well a few times."
"But... that's all, we met by chance, but if I want to watch you being slaughtered, I can't bear it."
As he spoke, Xiang Nan picked up a small stone and held it in his hand, but he didn't make a move immediately.
After a few seconds, he suddenly shot the small stone towards the south-east, six meters above the ground.
The goatee group hastily chopped out the sword light, but their number has been reduced to twenty-six, and the power of the combined sword light has declined.
The ferocious beast hit the sword glow accurately, but this time it was pushed out instead of being ejected.
The goatee was startled and angry, he was annoyed, and shouted at Xiang Nan: "Since you want to help, why don't you just come and help us kill this beast!"
Xiang Nan laughed at himself, drank from the jug, and ignored them.
The goatee said angrily: "You obviously want to wait for us to die on purpose, so you can search to see if there is a holy spirit stone in our vows!"
At this time, in the distant sky, on a bent treetop, there was an ethereal male voice.
"Little brother, I think you really helped the wrong people. These people are not worthy of your rescue. Instead of thanking you, they slander you instead."
Amidst the voices, a group of women in long red skirts flew over from the top of the bowed bushes. They held long pink silk in their hands, and the silk paved a road in the air.
Behind the group of women, there is a handsome man with a folding fan in his hand, walking towards him.
He landed lightly, opened the folding fan with a snap, and smiled at Xiang Nan: "If I were you, I'm afraid I can't bear the anger, and I want to kill these white-eyed wolves with my own hands."
This man's realm is not very high, only the first level of martial arts, but his strength is very strong, which is far beyond the comparison of the goatee group of warriors.
Xiang Nan only nodded at the handsome man, and continued drinking.
"What did you say!" The goatee glared at the handsome man furiously.
"Slap the mouth!" The handsome man slapped his hand, and slapped the goatee flying from a distance of thirty meters.
After the goatee got up, his face was horrified, and he was too scared to say a word.
The handsome man smiled at Xiang Nan and said, "Did you see that? These people are so virtuous. If you help them kindly, they will become more and more dissatisfied. They get a bowl of rice and want a pot of soup."
"If you give them a pot of soup, they still want a table of food, and if you give them a table of food, they may still want your heart."
"Such people, if you hit them directly, they will treat you respectfully, wishing to kneel down and lick the dirt on your shoes."
At this time, the beast attacked again.
I saw the handsome man smiling, suddenly raised his right hand, and then slammed it down.
hum!
A hemispherical mask suddenly and fiercely covered the beast inside.
The ferocious beast rushed left and right, and the mask that hit it buzzed, but it couldn't get out.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the beast looked like a big grasshopper, with a very handsome figure and two pairs of transparent wings growing from its back.
Goatee and his group turned pale with fright. They were all martial saints at the third level, but they had nothing to do with that beast.
And this man at the first level of martial arts subdued the fierce beast at the eighth level of martial arts with just a few gestures.
"Admiration, admiration." Xiang Nan nodded to the handsome man.
The handsome man covered his mouth and smiled: "Why do you admire it? What you hold in your arms is an even more powerful Martial Saint beetle, not to mention that you have fourteen of these beetles in your back pocket."
"Fourteen... a total of fifteen martial arts beetles?" The goatee sat down on the ground in fright, trembling all over.
The handsome man said to the goatee: "Did you see it? If this little brother really wants to kill you, he will use his wheel to get the beast to do it?"
Xiang Nan smiled and continued to drink.
The handsome man said to Xiang Nan: "I have heard that among the ancients of the human race, chivalry was prevalent, but it only exists in beautiful legends, and few people are really lucky enough to see it."
"My Beiming Monster Clan admires that chivalrous spirit very much. I try to contact human beings with infinite longing, but what I get in return is disappointment again and again."
"Our feelings for human beings have changed from longing and longing to seeing through and disappointment, and finally turned into contempt and ridicule."
Xiang Nan remained silent.
The handsome man pointed to Xiang Nan and said, "But I saw this kind of ancient style in my little brother, what is it called?"
A beautiful woman whispered in the man's ear: "Virtue."
"That's right, virtue!" The handsome man clapped his fan in his hand and said, "It's virtue!"
"Little brother, I heard that your wine is not very delicious, can you do me a favor and drink me a jar?"
As he said that, the handsome man threw a wine jar to Xiang Nan.
Xiang Nan caught it with one hand, raised his neck and took a big gulp, and praised: "Good wine! Strong enough!"
The handsome man's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Brother likes to drink, that's the best."
He cupped his fists and bowed to Xiang Nan: "I love my brother's character very much, I don't know if I would like to show my face and come to our city to get together."
The monster race and the human race have been tied together for many years, and the relationship between them is also very complicated.
At the beginning, all the demon races who had never seen the human race learned about the human race from ancient documents. They were fascinated by the chivalrous style of human beings and longed for them. They always fantasized about such a group of white clothes like snow in the world. , A warrior who comes and goes like the wind.
These people treat each other with sincerity, and they value morality more than life, and reputation more than freedom.
It's just that only humans know what human beings are like.
Those monster races full of longing, full of adhering to a pilgrimage-like mood, went to contact human beings, but because of this, they discovered all kinds of ugly faces of human beings.
After the original dream was shattered, it was replaced by anger after loss.
The Chen Hengjun Xiang Nan met in the Western Regions was such a monster, but he was slightly different. Although he had completely lost his yearning for human beings, he was willing to be that kind of person himself.
He was the passionate man who went to Feiyun Temple with a wine jar to die, just to keep the appointment.
Xiang Nan didn't expect that in this kind of place, he would meet the Yaozu's guild, but after hearing the Yaozu's self-report, he knew that they did not come from the world of the Six Emperors.
The Beiming Monster Clan is a relatively unfamiliar branch of the Monster Clan. I don't know which plane they come from.
At this time, there was only one hour left for Xiang Nan to absorb the beetle.
Before Xiang Nan could answer, there was a faint sound of flute from the distant jungle.
The sound of the flute is sometimes high and sharp, and sometimes it is low and soft, the high pitch is like a buzzing arrow going straight to the sky, and the low pitch is like a small fish getting into the mud.
But most of the time, the sound of the flute is the light moon, like a lark jumping around.
The person who played the flute did not have a very eye-catching way of appearance, he came here.
Among the fallen leaves in the dense forest, only the sound of his rustling footsteps could be heard.
The handsome man and a group of witches were immediately immersed in the wonderful sound of the flute, and the handsome man even couldn't help but slapped his hands on the palm of his hand, subconsciously beating the beat. It's just that when the footsteps approached, the sound of the flute suddenly changed.