Landing in the Fantastic World

Chapter 184: Steppenwolves

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"Hmph! Han Xiao actually made us wait for so long. If he hadn't said that he was very familiar with Beiluo Wasteland, how could he have participated in this operation with his cultivation level?" Another male disciple Jiang Heng said coldly.

"Brothers, don't be anxious. Maybe Senior Brother Han encountered something and was delayed."

Beside you is a young girl with a beautiful appearance and a holy temperament. Her voice is like an oriole coming out of the valley, making people intoxicated.

After hearing the beautiful girl speak, the dissatisfaction on Xi Luohui's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the girl with some tenderness in his eyes.

He once again recalled in his mind that more than a month ago, he and his junior brother went out on a mission and accidentally met this beautiful junior sister. At that time, she was abandoned alone in the desert, her face was full of helplessness and despair, and she was so pitiful. , which makes people pity.

After just one glance, he fell hopelessly in love with the girl, and brought her to Zixiao Pavilion and asked his master to accept her as his disciple.

After a month of getting along, the two have a tacit understanding of each other and their relationship is even more intimate. The disciples of Zixiao Pavilion are praising them as the golden boy and beautiful girl, a perfect match born with them.

However, neither of them pierced the last layer of paper after all, so Xi Luohui decided to take this ball of mysterious fire and give it to his junior sister, and then propose to her. I believe that the junior sister would be happy to accept it by then. From then on, he and his junior sister You will live a life like a couple of gods and immortals.

Thinking of this, Xi Luohui's gentle eyes became a little more fiery, and his breathing became rapid.

Two hours passed.

Han Xiao still didn't show up. Xi Luohui couldn't wait any longer, so he led everyone out of Ximen City and entered the Beiluo Wasteland.

Beiluo Wasteland.

Mu Yu and the young man in purple robe Han Xiao were walking forward slowly.

The Beiluo Wasteland is really too big, and trying to find the Mysterious Fire is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, there was a roar around Mu Yu and Han Xiao, flying sand and rocks, and a hurricane.

It was a group of first-order spiritual beast wild wolves, densely packed with one hundred, fifty or sixty of them, surrounding Mu Yu and Han Xiao several times.

The big mouth was half open, revealing sharp teeth, and drool kept pouring out like rain.

In their eyes, Mu Yu and Han Xiao were already inevitable food.

"With so many Steppenwolves, we're doomed!"

Han Xiao was so frightened by this group of wild wolves that he squatted on the ground and trembled all over.

In the wilderness, the most terrifying thing is not the third-level spiritual beasts Shadow Lion and Wind Eagle, but the first-level wilderness wolves.

"Look at your potential, a few wolves scared you like this." Mu Yu looked calm, not panicking at all.

"What do you know? This is a pack of wolves. They can't kill them all. No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will still be their food." Han Xiao said with a pale face.

At this time, ferocious wilderness wolves rushed over like a gust of wind. Han Xiao was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, broke out in cold sweat, and did not dare to take another look.

"call!"

Han Xiao only felt strong winds whistling around him, roars, and the sound of swords intertwined together.

Less than half a moment.

Everything around him became quiet.

Han Xiao asked in surprise: "What's going on? Am I dead? Why don't I feel any pain when I'm buried in the belly of a pack of wolves?"

"Snapped!"

Han Xiao felt like he was kicked out, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.

Damn it! I will go to hell and be beaten.

Han Xiao opened his eyes angrily and saw that there was still a wasteland around him. There were densely packed corpses of wolves lying on the wasteland, more than a hundred of them, not a single one alive.