Originally, Xiaolan thought Senior Brother Lan was good and willing to listen to her, and her face was much more relaxed.

But when he heard this condition, his smile froze instantly.

Too cruel!

"Senior Brother Lan, you arranged it right. He is fast enough. If you attack, you will definitely be able to attract the people below!"

"Gao, Senior Brother Lan's move is high, and we will draw the tiger away from the mountain. We will get the chestnut from the fire and we will be able to capture it!"

Zhao Hu and Wang Lei instantly smiled, raised their thumbs up, and praised Lan Xiang.

The eyes of Leng Qiu were filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Six inner disciples around Hulala blocked all Leng Qiu's escape routes.

There is only one way to jump down the valley.

Not far away, many Qingyun Sect disciples hidden in the ancient trees and grass were all watching quietly, and no one stood up to say something.

Most of them are disciples of other peaks of Qingyun Sect and outer disciples of Lucui Peak. Because Cao Shijie and the others died, they entered the Blood Shadow Forest and were still on the periphery.

If I knew that Leng Qiu was in such a situation, I would probably applaud.

Leng Qiu's eyes swept across the seven inner disciples. The attribute light balls around him were very dense and different.

There is no doubt that Lan Xiang's body fell the largest, the size of a volleyball, and the rest were a little smaller.

He knew the situation in front of him, and he had a life of death. His eyes passed by Zhao Hu and the other two, his eyes turned slightly, and he said:

"Hello Brother Lan, I'm very honored to do things for you. I can defeat the three of them alone and keep the three wounded men. What's the use of having to allocate your spoils? You might as well go with me to lure away the disciples below! How good?"

Since you may not be able to survive, it is better to pull a few more people!

He spoke with his eyebrows and looked very obedient, but he also took the opportunity to collect all the light balls beside several inner disciples at an extremely fast speed.

"Strength 220, strength 250, agility 20, spirit 24, true qi 20...Red envelope 1!"

A series of reminders kept ringing in my mind.

Their rolling attributes are more than those of the lower-level outer disciples when they died.

At critical moments, being able to have more strength is the key to survival.

The only regret is that you need to take the initiative to pick it up. It would be even better if you can collect it from a distance!

Leng Qiu had seen seven inner disciples and looked polite, so they were not easy to beat the smiling people.

His words and deeds really scared Zhao Hu and Wang Lei, and he quickly argued:

"Senior Brother Lan, we discovered the Blood Bear..."

Although you can be protected by following the strong, you can be abandoned at a critical moment, which is a common thing.

Before he finished speaking the argument, Lan Xiang waved his hand and pushed the three people together with Leng Qiu:

"Yeah, what you said is reasonable! You three are with him and disrupt the situation! When you really hit the blood bear, you are useless!"

They didn't know that if it weren't for Leng Qiu, Lan Xiang would also be ready to let them explore the way.

Trash is for being cannon fodder!

Only those who can survive cannon fodder can enter their eyes.

"us……"

The coquettish Luo Bing saw Xiaolan standing outside the crowd, and he couldn't believe it was true.

He clearly told the good news and asked him to play with him, why did he still die when he was in a crisis?

Various ideas are moving in my mind, but they cannot solve the current problem.

On the surrounding trees, the Qingyun Sect disciples in the grass all showed sarcastic expressions on their faces.

"If you steal a chicken, you will lose a lot of rice. If you lose your wife and your army, you deserve it! I don't know how much you have, and you still want to harm people?"

"This kind of IQ should have been dying long ago, and it is not easy to live until now!"

"The servant is remarkable. If he survives, he can become my subordinate!"

Anyone who dares to plot against the Blood Bear must be an inner disciple, and they are talking in a low voice at this moment.

The blood bear in the valley is the prey that everyone wants. Because there are too many people, they can only wait for opportunities.

Leng Qiu didn't care about their comments at all, and was thinking about his own realm.

The power is definitely more than 10,000 pounds, but why is it still the ninth level of body-forging?

Suddenly I thought that if my strength reaches 10,000 kilograms, I could enter the Sutra Pavilion to find the skills to practice.

The so-called "all rivers converge to the sea of ​​qi, open the limits of the body, exceed ten thousand pounds, is for the inner disciples.

Leng Qiu didn't open the Nether Sea at this moment, and still surpassed ten thousand kilograms, which was a terrifying thing.

The focus shifts to the red envelope, perhaps the only hope.

No matter what comes out, you can increase your own strength.

"Blood Moon Spirit Art (Heavenly Level Medium-grade Practice): Cultivation can open the Qi Sea and enter the Nether Sea realm. A blood moon in the Nether Sea can enhance the speed of true qi cultivation, and accelerate the concentration during combat by 30%!"

The exercises were used, which made Leng Qiu very happy in an instant and his heart was kept in his stomach.

"What are you doing? Enter the valley quickly and cause chaos for me. Whoever can survive and become my subordinate will be unlimited in the future!"

Seeing Leng Qiu bowing his head and saying nothing, Lan Xiang shouted loudly when he saw that he had no actual actions.

At the same time, the other six people stepped forward together, grabbed the weapon, and released the aura of a master.

Leng Qiu swept over everyone coldly. After remembering her appearance, her eyes fell on Zhao Hu and the other two, and she scolded her coldly:

"You guys walk in front, should I walk in front?"

If it weren't for them, why would there be such a crisis?

"us……"

Zhao Hu, holding a big knife, wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but after just saying two words, he closed his mouth.

Leng Qiu's cold gaze made him unable to open his mouth.

Limped and helped Wang Lei walk into the valley together.

Next to him, Luo Bing twisted his waist and wanted to get close to Leng Qiu, but was avoided three meters away.

"Little brother, look at my great body. If I die under their knife..."

She wanted to beg Leng Qiu to spare her life, but when she saw his eyes with endless murderous intent, she instantly felt the crisis and dared not say much.

Four people walked slowly down the valley.

Lan Xiang took six people to the valley. Instead of seeing how they performed, he looked around and suddenly said loudly:

"I am Lan Xiang, a disciple of the inner sect of Lan Yan Peak, and I am a disciple of Lan Feifan, the eldest elder of the inner sect!"

He wanted to use his reputation to scare all participants away.

The only competitors are ten people in the valley.

His voice worked, especially Lan Feifan, the eldest elder of the inner sect, who was narrow-minded and vengeful, and no one wanted to provoke him.

The outer disciples of Lanshan, as well as many inner disciples of the lower class, fled one after another.

Give up fighting for the Blood Bear!

The remaining people left far away, watching quietly, waiting for the good show of the fisherman who fought against the snipe and clam!

His voice also completely exposed Leng Qiu and the other four who entered the valley to the ten inner disciples.

"You guys dare to snatch the blood bear with me, Nie Feng? How do you want to die?"
Chapter completed!