The two people who were sleeping over there jumped up quickly when they heard this. They were no longer sleepy. They were startled to see Feng Jiu holding Tun Yun and sitting on the tree looking at them. Then, they looked strange and asked, "You don't want us to practice again, do you?"
He said that he brought them in to let them improve their strength through actual combat. Since there was an opportunity for actual combat, he would not let it go. However, from the time they came in until now, their journey had not been peaceful. They had finally had a rest, so did they have to fight again
Feng Jiu looked at the dark sky and said, "It's late at night now. It will probably be dawn after this battle. Since we have rested for a while, what's the harm in fighting again?"
She looked ahead and said, "I looked and saw that there were about 22 wolves in the pack, all of them were only ninth-level beasts. As for the wolf king, he didn't come over and was standing far away and howling. With the strength of the four of you, you can give it a fight."
"Ah! The wolf is coming, run!"
As they were talking, Ning Lang's voice came from the other side sharply. In the blink of an eye, he passed by like a whirlwind. He dragged Song Ming to the front of the few people. Seeing that they were still standing there in a daze, he hurriedly said, "What are you still standing there for? Run! There are more than 20 wolves behind them, and each one is more than one meter tall. It's too scary. Run, run!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to leave again. However, he saw Song Ming, who had shaken him off, gasped for breath, glared at him, then looked at Feng Jiu on the tree and the two people by the fire under the tree, and asked, "What are you talking about? Are you planning to fight?"
“I guessed it right.”
As Duan Ye and Luo Fei were talking, they felt that the wolf pack following Song Ming and the others were approaching, so one of them took out the Eight-Star Flywheel and the other took out a long sword, and they prepared for a fight with the spiritual energy surging in their bodies.
Seeing this, Song Ming didn't say much, but gritted his teeth and said, "Let's fight! These beasts have a big beast crystal on their foreheads."
He took out a knife, a three-finger-wide knife that was slightly shorter than a sword but longer than a dagger. The sharp blade glowed with a bloodthirsty cold light, and as the spiritual power surged in his hand, a sharp airflow whistled out.
Ning Lang saw that they were all ready to fight and it seemed that they could not escape this battle, so he swallowed and said, "Well, okay! Let's fight! For the sake of the beast crystal." He took out a dagger and held it in his hand, staring at the place behind him nervously.
Feng Jiu watched from the tree and curled the corners of her lips: "Don't worry, if there is really a life-threatening danger, I will save you." As long as it is not life-threatening, she will let them handle it themselves. Only in this way can they become more confident in the days to come.
With his words, several people no longer hesitated. Instead of being passive, it is better to take the initiative.
Therefore, when they saw a ninth-order giant wolf running in the front showing its sharp claws and attacking, the spiritual energy of several people surged, and they instantly took action, flew out, and attacked the ferocious beast with swords in their hands containing sharp murderous intent.
“Ouch!”
A wolf howled, and the sound of the howl contained the pressure of the sacred beast, echoing in the night. The wolves in the forest seemed to be responding to the wolf, howling one by one. For a moment, the howls of different pitches spread.