Thinking, if you want to separate from them, then quietly give Yan Lin the artifact!
After exchanging with Wu Zhenyue and Wu Hai, Ming Wuyan looked at Wu Ying who had been watching with a sly look, "Do you want to exchange something with me, I still have a lot of spiritual weapons."
Wu Ying shook her head with a smile, but took out a box and handed it to her, "It's a meeting gift for you! Usually, you are the one I hear Xiaolin talk about most often."
Ming Wu smiled, and accepted the gift from him openly, "Thank you!"
The group rested for a while, and then continued to move forward. This time, the atmosphere was much better than before. Wu Zhenyue and Wu Hai would talk to Ming Wuyan and ask some questions from time to time.
Ming Wuyan usually answers a few words if she can answer, and smiles if she is inconvenient to answer.
Just as they walked through a forest, there was a rustling sound from all around them. Everyone shut their mouths at the same time, and looked around cautiously.
Suddenly, Yan Lin yelled, and the next moment, her hands and feet were bound by the vines that suddenly appeared.
Wu Ying immediately threw out the hand knife in his hand, but the unique hand knife of the Wu clan was entangled by vines, and it had no effect at all.
Ming Wuyan immediately waved a palm, burning her dark night fire to those vines.
Soon, these vines seemed to be threatened, and they immediately let go of Yan Lin, and quickly retracted, as if they were running for their lives.
Yan Lin struggled to get up, and when she found a bloodstain on her hands and feet, she sighed.
Wu Ying immediately stepped forward to heal her...
Ming Wuyan watched quietly from the side, only to see that Wu Ying just touched Yan Lin's hand and muttered something for a while, and the scar on Yan Lin's hand disappeared, which is not surprising.
This is also the first time that Ming Wuyan has seen the healing of the witch spirit of the Wu clan, which seems to be more mysterious than the healing power she knows.
Wu Zhenyue glanced at Yan Lin, didn't say anything, but after walking two steps, she said again: "Those are like fire poison vines, why are they afraid of fire?"
As she said that, she turned her head to look at Ming Wuyan, and asked in doubt: "What kind of fire are you using? Why is it black, with shadowless fire?"