Yanhuo Forest is a place where firebirds live in groups. It is not very far from Huangtianmen. This is the main reason why Jiang Xiaofan chose this task, because he really hates the art of sword control, and this place, with his eighth-level cultivation, can't walk on foot. The trip only takes more than three hours.
Firebirds are extremely repulsive to foreigners and are very aggressive spiritual birds. Jiang Xiaofan had just walked into the Flame Forest. Before he could take a look at the terrain, several big birds swooped over. Their eyes were sharp and they spat out a few words from their mouths. The fierce fire attacked Jiang Xiaofan on the ground.
"Puff puff…"
He raised his sword and dropped it. It was as simple as that. The three-headed bird was decapitated and fell down.
After taking out their bird gallbladders, Jiang Xiaofan walked towards the depths of the Flame Forest. Along the way, he encountered many attacks from large and small firebirds. However, with his cultivation at the eighth level, he could not deal with these subtle firebirds. The third heaven's spiritual bird is really easy, not difficult at all.
On the contrary, these firebirds took the initiative to attack, which saved him a lot of trouble. In this way, he didn't spend much time, and more than sixty firebird galls were already stored in the space ring.
However, the good times did not last long. Although the firebirds were very aggressive, they would not attack everyone they saw. At least after the deaths of their kind one after another, they felt Jiang Xiaofan's power and no longer sought death.
This made handsome guy Jiang very angry. Damn it, these bastards can fly, and he, well, he can use sword control, but after using sword control, he has almost no resistance and will turn into fire. A living target for the birds.
In this way, Jiang Xiaofan's workload increased greatly. It was almost when the sun was about to rise the next day that he could barely collect ninety-nine firebird galls, and he was still short of the last one to complete the task.
He walked around a boulder, preparing to hunt for the last firebird gall, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up. At the foot of the boulder lay a dying little guy covered with colorful feathers.
Damn it, in ancient times there was a rabbit hitting a wooden stake. Wouldn't this little flamingo get lost in thinking and run over to hit a stone
Jiang Xiaofan was amazed, but no matter what, the last firebird's courage was obtained. Although this firebird was a bit small, and its feathers seemed a little different from other firebirds, but no matter what, if you have the courage, you can do it.
As if he sensed someone approaching, the little guy woke up, opened his eyes leisurely, and his dirty body suddenly started to tremble. Looking at the long sword in Jiang Xiaofan's hand, the little guy leaned towards the boulder, his eyes sparkling with water. His big eyes looked at Jiang Xiaofan in fear, and he let out a pitiful cry.
Jiang Xiaofan shook the Dao sword in his hand. This was the Firebird Gut before his eyes, but he hesitated again. He really couldn't let go of such a cute and pitiful little thing.
"Woooo..."
The little guy screamed in fear, his big eyes were filled with mist, and he was trembling.
After a long time, Jiang Xiaofan finally sighed and threw the Dao sword in his hand heavily.
He is a typical person who takes soft things rather than hard ones. Looking at the pitiful look of the little guy, looking at those big eyes filled with innocence, grievance, and fear, his heart instantly softened.
He walked over carefully. This action made the little thing tremble even more. The little thing moved hard to the side. It wanted to fly, but its wings seemed to be injured and could not fly.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Jiang Xiaofan said softly and gently picked up the little thing.
"woo woo woo woo…"
The little guy was still scared and trembled in Jiang Xiaofan's hand.
"Don't be afraid, I really won't hurt you, I will heal your wounds."
Jiang Xiaofan kept smiling and tried to keep his voice as soft as possible. The light golden divine power wrapped the little guy in it through his palms. Bing Xin said that minor injuries can be cured by nourishing them with divine power.
Feeling very comfortable and warm, the little thing's eyes quickly lit up. He blinked his big watery eyes, looked at Jiang Xiaofan curiously, and let out a whine of joy, which was a bit flattering.
Soon, the little thing's injuries were completely healed by Jiang Xiaofan. He flapped his wings gently and found that he could fly. The little thing whined again and circled around Jiang Xiaofan very happily.
"Okay, little guy, let's go, I have to do a mission!"
Jiang Xiaofan smiled and patted the little guy's furry head. After his treatment, the feathers on the little guy's body became brighter and colorful. Jiang Xiaofan was surprised for a while. It was really beautiful.
The little thing trembled, looking a little confused. Its big eyes were filled with mist, and there was an expression of grievance and pity. It carefully landed on Jiang Xiaofan's shoulder, stretched out its beak and pecked his ear gently.
Jiang Xiaofan stretched out a finger and tapped the little guy's head gently. He took the little thing off his shoulders, picked up the Tao sword thrown next to him, and walked forward, but the little guy flapped his wings again. It flew over, landed on his shoulder and pecked his ear.
Jiang Xiaofan frowned, stopped, inserted the Dao sword on the ground, held the little guy in his hand, and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you leave? Why are you following me?"
The little guy seemed to be able to understand what he said. He flapped his wings and flew up. He rubbed Jiang Xiaofan's cheek with his furry head, then raised his head and looked at him with a pair of pitiful big eyes.
Jiang Xiaofan was stunned and said, "You...you want to follow me?"
The little thing suddenly whined and nodded, his big eyes full of anticipation.
Jiang Xiaofan opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't resist the little guy's innocent and pitiful big eyes, and agreed to take it away. Although he couldn't raise a bird, Ye Yuanxue definitely could. I think she would like this cute and beautiful one very much. The little one's.
"Woooo..."
Seeing Jiang Xiaofan agree to take it, the little thing immediately screamed happily, flew up and down around Jiang Xiaofan, and finally landed on his shoulder, pecked his ears with its beak, and rubbed his cheek.
In this way, Jiang Xiaofan took the cute little guy to find the last firebird gallbladder. This process lasted for a long time. Later, the handsome guy Jiang wanted to relieve himself, so he let the little guy stay outside temporarily, but unexpectedly, he came out When I was there, I actually saw the little guy blocked in a corner by some old firebirds. They were screaming at the little thing and looked very fierce, while the little thing was cowering in the middle in fear, which was very pitiful.
Jiang Xiaofan got angry at that time. He saw a firebird stepping on a small thing with its claws. The little guy was so cute, but he was bullied by these old firebirds. And he could see it. This didn't seem to be the first time. It seemed like it had been happening for a long time. , the scars on its body may be left by those old firebirds.
"Fuck them all to death!"
He threw the long sword in his hand while he was still standing in the distance. The terrifying force directly pierced several old firebirds, blood flew up, and the Dao sword was deeply inserted into a boulder not far away.
"woo woo woo woo…"
Looking at Jiang Xiaofan who appeared, the little guy seemed to have seen an adult's child. The water mist filled the air. He immediately flapped his wings and flew over, diving into Jiang Xiaofan's arms. His beautiful feathers became dirty again. Poor The whining made Jiang Xiaofan feel a little sore in his nose.
"Be good, don't cry!"
He gently comforted the little guy, and the golden power emerged, brushing away the pain on the little guy's body, making his colorful feathers brighten again, making him look extremely beautiful.
He finally understood that because the little guy was different from those firebirds, he was also regarded as an alien. Those firebirds were much larger than the little thing, and they were very aggressive. They would bully them when they had nothing to do. My son has always had a bad life and is very pitiful.
Jiang Xiaofan gently patted the little thing on the head so that it would not be wronged again.
Several firebirds were pierced by the Dao sword he threw out. Now he had collected a hundred firebird galls. He led the little guy towards the outside of the Flame Forest and went back to hand in the mission.
The little guy is very beautiful, cute, and well-behaved, and he is very intelligent and can understand Jiang Xiaofan's words, which makes him feel less lonely and is often amused by the little thing.
An hour later, Jiang Xiaofan walked out of Yanhuo Forest, while teasing the little guy on his shoulder, he headed towards Huangtianmen. But at this moment, a dangerous signal suddenly sounded in his mind. He had no time to explore around, and he could go towards Moved a step sideways.
Almost at the same time, a ray of cold light whizzed past his ears and was inserted into an ancient tree behind him. It was a cold silver sword, and almost the entire blade of the sword was inserted into the tree trunk.
Jiang Xiaofan's pupils tightened. The person who attacked him was not weak in cultivation, and he was extremely ruthless. If it weren't for his extraordinary spiritual sense, he would have died under that silver sword just now!
"Woooo..."
The little guy also screamed, a little scared, but still looked around cautiously.
Jiang Xiaofan gently comforted the little thing and looked around with squinted eyes. In his field of vision, more than a dozen figures walked out from behind the ancient tree nearby. They were all shrouded in silver armor and had obvious traces of... With murderous intent, an old man in green stood behind them, looking at Jiang Xiaofan expressionlessly.
"It's you!"
Jiang Xiaofan recognized the person. The old man in green was the old man who followed Xia Fengming not long ago, and the dozen or so figures were the guards who rushed to the Ice Palace with them. However, he did not expect that they would come here. Waiting for him here, it is obvious that they are chasing him to kill him.
The old man had no expression on his face. He was a match for the master of Yangxin Hall. He stood still and waved his sleeves. The dozen figures in front of him immediately rushed over, each holding a A silver spear.
A dozen tyrannical auras spread, their eyes were cold and murderous, and the silver spear in their hands emitted a faint blue brilliance, as if the gun body was covered with a blue light shield.
Jiang Xiaofan was shocked. The lowest level of cultivation among these people was at the eighth level of the subtle world, and there were many experts who had reached the ninth level of the subtle world. This shocked him. What kind of status was Xia Fengming? He could actually command so many masters!
(The poor little thing is waving its colorful wings and whining, begging for votes and collection!!!)