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Shang Qian was clever and dexterous, and in a blink of an eye he bandaged the wound for Beiming Festival, but Beimingjie's face was slightly pale, her breath was disordered, and her injury was obviously not as light as she imagined.
"It's okay, Little Prince." Zhuang Shaoyu asked.
"It's okay, just a fourth-class demon spirit." Beiming Festival shook his head and said: "I was careless."
"Well, if you encounter a demon spirit again in the next two days, let it be handed over to the next. The little prince will heal himself."
"good."
Chen Hang, the leader of the business nursing home, stood there with his arms folded, his eyes flat, and he seemed to have a slight disdain for the outstanding young man of the Beiming clan. As the Beiming Festival said, the fourth place The strength of the demon spirit itself can only be equivalent to the level of the Holy Heaven Realm, and the reason why the Beiming Festival is injured can only show that the learning skills are not good, and the lack of experience in battle will cause this kind of strong and unbalanced strength to be injured.
Lin Muyu didn't say a word, looked at the color of the sky, silently picked up some firewood, and almost ignited the bonfire outside the camp.
"Young man, go to sleep." Si Kongyao said cheerfully: "I am used to staying up late, and today I will watch the night."
"No, just say I'm coming."
Lin Muyu shook her head: "I'm used to it, you all go to sleep, Commoner, you also go to sleep."
"good."
Naturally, Liu Buyi couldn't see the emptiness of the divine power in Lin Muyu's body, and Sikongyao, Shangqian, Zhuang Shaoyu and others were unable to insight because of the convergence ability of the spirit art, so they went back to their tents to rest.
The sky is full of stars at night, and wisps of mist fall to form dew, which moisturizes the earth.
Lin Muyu floated back to the trunk of the pine tree, hugged the Bingyuan Sword in her arms, closed her eyes, and was able to practice on her own while watching the night. The Seven Lights Gourd, which bound the gods, revealed a faint light, and absorbed the spirit of the world around him. To restore the master's divine power wasted, and Lin Muyu transported the spirit pulse technique, even in shallow sleep, he could sense the coming of the crisis.
Fortunately, there were no disturbers aside from this fourth-class demon spirit this night.
But after the dawn of the sun, Shang Qian Sikongyao woke up, awakened Liu Buyi and started cooking breakfast. Breakfast was very simple. Just put the cooked meat that was not eaten last night into the soup and reheat it, and then each person served two After eating a piece of Tianji City's bread, he will go on the road. After all, the journey is a long way away. If it is delayed, it will probably be a year or two before returning to the Tianji Empire.
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The morning light shone in the jungle, reflecting the dazzling brilliance. Sikongyao followed Lin Muyu with a pair of beautiful eyes. Everyone led the horses. The mountain was difficult to ride. It was no longer possible to ride here, and the horses were only on flat ground. Only the above can be effective.
"Oops, there is no way ahead." Shi Tianming, who was walking in the front, suddenly said something complaining: "I knew that this road would definitely not be able to go through. There are thorns ahead, what should I do."
"What are you afraid of in the mere thorny forest."
Beiming Festival raised his brows and said: "It's burned."
"Burn." Shi Tianming was dumbfounded.
"Yes, burn it."
The Beiming Festival floated forward. Although there were injuries on his body, it did not affect his divine power. There was a very pure flame law power in the palm of his hand. Suddenly his palm was raised, and suddenly the sky seemed to be raining fire. Hundreds of meters of thorn forest burned in the flames, as if a natural disaster.
Lin Muyu frowned and said, "The wind is heading east, and the flames will surely spread to the east. To the east is a dense jungle. I am afraid that a wildfire will be caused..."
"fine."
Zhuang Shaoyu laughed, and took out a fan around his waist. It was a purple-gold fan with a bright streamer and extraordinary momentum. At first glance, he knew that it was much more expensive than Liu Buyi's Tianji fan. Zhuang Shaoyu gently swayed the fan. The law of the system was full of power, and he smiled: "In this case, just change the wind direction."
As he said, the fan shook violently, and the wind suddenly whirred, and it was a violent wind blowing from all directions, gathering all the flames of the thorn forest in the thorn forest until the flame was extinguished. In this way, it is true that it will not Cause any wildfires.
"Wow, what a strong wind law controls the power." Shang Qian smiled and exclaimed sincerely.
Zhuang Shaoyu is naturally self-satisfied. For him, the cultivators of the younger generation are mediocre ones, and few can reach the level of his cultivation, but they can show their strengths in front of the two goddesses they like. , This is naturally what Zhuang Shaoyu is yearning for.
Liu Buyi and Shi Tianming also opened their mouths wide, marveling at Zhuang Shaoyu’s ability to control power during the North Ming Festival, but Lin Muyu bowed his head and said without saying a word, holding the reins: "Let’s go, the fire has stopped, you can go, the road ahead is slightly less It's flat, it should be ready to go."
Sikongyao nodded, but looked at Lin Muyu curiously, and asked with a smile: "Shao Xia, what do you think of the cultivation level of Brother Shaoyu and the little prince? They are people who can call the wind and call the rain."
"Not bad." Lin Muyu whispered.
"What does it mean is not bad." Sikong Yao was surprised.
Lin Muyu smiled, lowered her voice as much as possible, and said, "It's very simple. This jungle is the forbidden land of the Tianji Empire. It is a legendary forest of no return. It is said that there is still a powerful demon spirit of the Demon Emperor level dormant. We... We... It’s better to keep a low-key hurry as far as possible. Such a call to the wind and rain may not be a good thing. Who can resist the demon emperor? Besides, we should be cautious step by step when we are in danger, and save the greatest physical strength to deal with the crisis that comes at any time. "
Si Kongyao seemed very satisfied with this answer, and nodded and chuckled, "Well, I totally agree, you are really different from the two of them."
"Why is it different?" Lin Muyu was interested.
Sikongyao hesitated, unable to tell why, and pouted: "It's just different anyway, don't say it, they're all gone, let's follow."
"Ok."
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The mountain breeze is gentle, the morning light is clear, and the air in the mountain is very fresh. Zhuang Shaoyu, who was riding a horse in front of him, couldn’t help but smiled: “It’s been a long time since I walked out. This situation is really touching. I used to wandered here when I was a teenager. At this point, follow Master’s teachings carefully and carefully, and now I come again, but the evildoer here is nothing more than this, and that demon emperor is just a legend, no one has seen it before, and it is probably a fabricated one."
The North Ming node smiled: "Yes."
Zhuang Shaoyu unfolded the folding fan with a "wow", and swayed gracefully and said: "Little Prince, I heard that the Little Prince is the first person among the rookies of the Beiming Royal Family. Why not recite Poem One with such a beautiful scenery. "
Beiming Festival chuckled: "Brother Shaoyu doesn't want to use martial arts in the essays. Brother Shaoyu doesn't dare to grab the top spot. Brother Shaoyu should come first, and the younger brother will naturally follow."
"If this is the case, then I will show my ugliness. This poem is based on wind."
Zhuang Shaoyu took a deep breath, looked up at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and wrote a five-character poem at his fingertips: "The breeze reverberates, the horse crosses the hills, laughs and enters the fairyland, and the clouds are flying in the sky."
"Okay." Shang Qian clapped her hands and smiled: "Zhuang Gongzi is really good at writing."
Zhuang Shaoyu triumphantly said with a smile: "Little Prince, it's your turn."
The North Ming Festival groaned and said, "The mountain gate appears on the top of the cloud, and the fog in the forest is cold and cold. There is no place to find immortals, only medicinal pickers."
"Okay." Zhuang Shaoyu high-five and laughed: "It's a good one without a place to find immortals."
Sikongyao and Shang Qian also smiled and cheered.
At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's gaze fell on Lin Muyu, who was on the road silently, saying: "Since it is a three-person competition, will the young heroes also come to write poems?"
"I don't understand literary talent, so I don't need it." Lin Muyu said.
"You must not be too modest. You must be a person of elegance. Besides, you are a distinguished guest of Miss Sikongyao. Tianji6 has always admired both civil and martial arts. There is no reason why the young heroes can't write poetry. How can you be a VIP guest of Tianjizong if you don't even know verses." Zhuang Shaoyu is aggressive.
Beiming Festival also laughed dryly: "Yes, young heroes don't have to be humble, you can always make a poem with a stick of incense."
"No."
Lin Muyu rode his horse forward, reciting a poem with flowing clouds and flowing water: "Matsushita asks the boy, and the teacher gathers medicine. It is only in this mountain, and the clouds do not know where it is."
"..."
"..."
Everyone was shocked. After a while, Beiming clapped and said: "Good poetry, good poetry, good... good mood, I didn't expect that the young man is really a martial artist, it is not simple and simple."
"The little prince is absurd." Lin Muyu sneered in her heart. I was familiar with the three hundred poems of the Tang Dynasty. You guys who are sour and frustrated want to fight against me. Isn't this a way to heaven and no way to enter hell
Zhuang Shaoyu smiled lukewarmly: "I just saw the same literary talent. As for the martial arts of both civil and martial arts, I don't know when I will be lucky enough to see Shaoxia's martial arts cultivation."
"Definitely." Lin Muyu smiled faintly. At this time, the divine power in his body has recovered to about 60%. It is not a problem if you make a shot. The problem is that you can't deal with the demon spirits of the Upper Demon King level. That will only insult yourself. , Chen Hang, who has the highest cultivation level among the group of people, is at least the strength of the King of Gods. He didn't speak at all. It is better for him to be low-key.
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At this moment, the sound of "rustling" suddenly came from the bushes in the distance, and many grass blades were faintly swayed, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"A guest has arrived." Zhuang Shaoyu said coldly.
The guest is nothing but a pack of wolves.
Lin Muyu’s spiritual pulse technique has long sensed this pack of wolves, but these wolves have a low level of cultivation, and their necks are full of patterns. There are nine colors in total. They are the legendary ninth-class demon spirit, and the strength is at most equivalent. The five hundred-year-old spirit beasts in the broken tripod world are not worth mentioning. The only thing that makes people fearful is the large number of these demon spirit wolves, to say nothing, there are more than 30.
"It's Borzoi."
Sikongyao smiled slightly and said: "Our luck is really good. We met wolves on the first day of entering the mountain." The book is from 17k, and the original content is the first time to watch!