At this moment, Xiao Wen suddenly shouted: "Left" in the smoke.
The man on the left was startled and changed direction without thinking, but the speed slowed down.
As a result, the smoke didn’t drift there at all, but drifted to the right.
The man on the right exclaimed, which still dare to rush forward directly, and Guanghua at the foot suddenly rushed up.
At this time, Xiao Wen in Teng Fog Seal is sneering, because his people are not on the right …
He just drove the smoke cloud to surge in a certain direction, and his people quietly came to the position closest to the third person in the smoke cloud.
The third person thought he was the luckiest one. He was just about to rush under the smoke, and suddenly his heart was full of jǐng trillion, almost without thinking, he rushed to the lower part.
"hoo"
Violet-black hammer shadow swept out of the smoke, almost touching the man’s scalp. As long as he reacts a little slower, it is bound to be a flowering end.
The man was scared out in a cold sweat, but he was still rushing forward. Suddenly he saw a flash of green shadow and a bang, and a bluestone door stood in front of him.
At this point, Xiao asked was even blindfolded and scared, which slowed down the momentum of the three people. At this time, Ning and Ouyang Yue finally caught up.
What’s there to talk nonsense about? Let’s fight.
Just listen to the sound of "Ding, Mao". After more than ten breaths, with the sound of "Bang", the last person was also hit by the hammer of King Xiao Wenwu, and the whole body was broken after crashing on the cliff, and the battle officially ended.
Eleven against three turned out to be the winner with fewer people.
Until the real end of the battle, both Yan Ning and Ouyang were panting and had a dream feeling.
How is that possible?
Such results, the reason is actually out of the Xiao asked one person.
His doors, hammers, boots and flying swords have completely surpassed the normal level of 27 cases, which is even worse than that of the Purple Sect.
Playing Ning and Ouyang Yue stare big eyes at Xiao Wen, seeing the feet from the beginning and the head from the feet, just like watching a stranger.
At this moment, Xiao Wen took a gasp with a "hiss" and said with a wry smile, "Don’t be stupefied, hurry up and heal."
It was not until then that Ning and Ouyang Yue reacted. Xiao asked that although he killed so many people with great power, he himself was not without something. Looking at him, I saw this wound and that blood stain, which was quite embarrassing.
Not only did Xiao ask, but Yan Ning and Ouyang Yue were all hurt, and they couldn’t feel it when the fighting was fierce just now. When they were idle, they hurt all over.
"Your medical skill is higher than mine. Help Xiao Wen to heal his wounds. I’ll go and dispose of those bodies." Ouyang yue said.
"good."
Ouyang Yue just flew away, and Xiao Wen limped to Yanning’s side. Until he got close, Yanning realized that Xiao Wen’s injury was really serious, so he asked with a wry smile, "How do you feel?"
"Just have a good time, haha." Xiao asked twisted with pain, but still laughed.
While taking out Dan medicine and externalizing it to Xiao Wen, Yan Ning paid attention to Xiao Wen’s expression, and could see that Xiao Wen was really happy at the moment, but he didn’t take any credit for himself, and he was as kind as before.
A person who recognizes himself doesn’t need others’ affirmation at all, and he is not afraid of abuse and slander. He knows better than anyone what kind of person he is and what kind of road he is taking.
Playing ning’s mind turned out to be such a sentence, and he himself forgot where he heard it, but he felt that it was quite appropriate to put it on Xiao Wen now.
Half an hour later, all eleven bodies were destroyed by Ouyang Yue, and the spoils were divided equally among the three.
Injuries have been dealt with, and they can only endure time to recover on their own, so after meeting Nan Yunqing in one place, four people finally left the canyon.
That night, they settled in a leeward place and spent the night safely. The four of them set off again and went straight to the entrance of Feixia Valley.
This is the penultimate day of the grain-leaving period, and it will be out of the grain tomorrow.
Anyway, it was still early, and everyone knew the way, so they didn’t walk so fast. Mainly also don’t want to get to Taniguchi to meet other people, so as not to deal with those people. The injuries on them are quite obvious, as long as people with a little experience can see that they were injured by the cultivation of immortals …
They even deliberately picked some trails to walk, hoping that when they got to Taniguchi, their injuries would not be so obvious.
In the afternoon, during the flight, Ouyang Yue suddenly wrinkled his nose, sniffed twice and asked, "Do you smell blood?"
Friar Dandao’s five senses are much more sensitive than those of other immortals. Xiao asked that he didn’t smell anything, but he felt something when he played Ning.
After the blood gas obviously came from a bush on the hillside, Ouyang Yue even gave a disgusting comment that "the smell is very fresh" …
Anyway, it didn’t cost anything, so they flew to the bush together and soon saw the scene behind the tree.
"Oh …" Ouyang Yue opened his mouth to vomit, and hurriedly turned and flew away.
Xiao asked also frowned, hurriedly with NanYunQing flew away.
Only Yan Ning stayed, held her breath and watched for a while before flying out, saying, "It seems that those two people who left with Han Xiuxiu died."
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? ? More and more people can realize that as a network writer, everything is empty, and the only real thing is the reader.
I didn’t mean to ignore the role of the editor. All the recommendations to the author were sent down by the editor. However, if no readers read your book, the editor will recommend it to you? You must at least have a certain popularity, that is, a certain number of readers will pay attention to your book before the editor will further recommend it to you.
Therefore, those recommendations, small ones and big ones, are forced to push and seal, and to put it bluntly, they still come from readers.
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