The fierce horse was frightened and raised its hooves. Wu Feng's hands holding the reins finally loosened, hitting the ground hard, his eyes slowly closed. However, in the hearing that had not yet been incapacitated, Dong Li's angry shout sounded, but the anger was obviously trembling.

"Who dares to stop the blood leader from doing things?"

Dong Li frowned, as if facing a great enemy, staring at the five young faces in front of him. He knew how powerful the blood-colored palm print was.

At this time, Feng Xiu also rushed over and looked at the two women and three men, and couldn't help but feel moved. The latter seemed to be much younger than him.

"Hey, old man, why are you fierce?"

The little girl was wearing purple clothes, the youngest of the five. She looked only twelve or thirteen years old. She put her hands on her hips, bulging her mouth, and staring at Dong Li with two round big eyes.

"This person is the enemy of my Blood Sect. Please don't meddle in other people's business."

Dong Li suddenly had a cold war because the aura emitted by the little girl made him unable to see through it. In other words, the gap was too big, but he still insisted on saving face.

"Sister Qiongjue, is the Blood Master very powerful?"

After all, the little girl was not very familiar with the world. She put down her posture and looked at the woman beside her. The woman was wearing a blue dress, as angry as the cold moon. Her eyes were as bright as stars under the hanging silk, but her eyes were as calm as a lake. Under her straight nose, her crystal pink lips exuded a sensation that made people feel excited.

"Not in the market."

A faint smile was as if the snow lotus had opened slightly. Qiongjue did not answer. Instead, the boy in black replied in a silly manner. Looking at the boy in black, he had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his face was as heavy as iron, and his aura was majestic.

"Dare to scare my aunt, see if I won't peel you."

The little girl suddenly ran away, and her deep soul power burst out like a volcano. She rolled up her sleeves and stared at Dong Li.

The already shaky psychological defense line was completely broken, and the pressure was overwhelming, and Dong Li couldn't help but step back.

"Yao'er!" The silk-like sleeves slid down gently, revealing their snow-white wrists. Qiong Jue shook his head slightly, then looked at Dong Li and said lightly: "You guys go."

Feng Xiu turned around and fled with a horse whip, looking back from time to time, for fear that everyone would catch up. Seeing this, Dong Li cursed inwardly, took a few steps back tentatively, and then fled over the horse and fled in panic until he ran several feet away.

"This Liangzi, my Blood Master has recorded it!"

A playful whistle sounded, and the young man in green hugged the back of his head with both hands, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "Our senior sister is just soft-hearted!"

"Senior Brother He Chang, do you like shrews?" Yao'er put away her breath, rolled her eyes, and then looked at Qiong Jue playfully, "It's like newly steamed tofu, not only beautiful but also soft. Everyone wants to take a bite, right, sister?"

With beautiful eyes glaring, Qiongjue knocked on Yao'er's head with annoyance.

"Yes, otherwise how could the senior sister become the number one beauty in our Yueshan Sect?" He Chang put down his arms, shrugged his shoulders, but then said with charm: "The towers near the water may not necessarily get the moon first."

Yao'er smiled, her eyes ill-intentioned.

"What do I do?" The boy in black shouted softly, turned around and walked to the side.

"Hmph, when I go back, I must tell my master that Senior Brother Zhao Hu is cruel to me." Yao'er pouted with a little mouth and complained, but soon the cloudy and sunny days went by and ran to another boy, "Hehe, Senior Brother Bai Di, you must work hard, the fat water cannot flow into the outsiders' fields."

The white clothes were wrapped in white, the black silk was light, and the sharp sword eyebrows added a bit of handsomeness to the already handsome face. Bai Di did not answer, but just looked at the blue clothes under the breeze, and there was a little helplessness in the tenderness.

"Another talk nonsense, you can go back first."

Qiongjue's voice was like ice, and Yao'er was so scared that she hurriedly covered her little mouth. When the thief's big eyes saw the blood on the ground, she found the steps.

"Sister, he seems to be angry, but..."

The embroidery steps moved lightly, Qiongjue frowned slightly, and as his jade hands rose and fell, a weak soul power was injected into Wu Feng's body.

Drips of water, ripples ripples, and soul power swam away quickly. After a while, Wu Feng finally moved, coughing, asthma and bleeding, but his eyes were still not open.

Yao'er smiled happily, but then turned around and said worriedly: "With his current situation, you can only wait for death if you stay."

"Then bring it with you!" Qiong Yao glanced at the blood-stained face, and said after a moment, then gently picked up the green onion fingers, a purple flute hung in the air, and the embroidery steps leaped up, and the flute was slashed away in the air.

"Senior Brother He Chang, come and carry him."

"Why me?"

"It's just you who carries it, otherwise I'll tell the master why he has lost his wine!"

“…”

Yao'er smiled proudly, threw her little hand into the air, a piece of red silk turned into a ray of red and flew into the distance in the next second.

Zhao Hu's harsh face showed a rare expression. After giving He Chang a sympathetic look, he stepped on a black heavy sword.

He Chang looked at Bai Di pitifully, but the latter obviously had no intention of helping. At this time, his whole mind was focused on Yao'er's whisper before leaving. After looking at Wu Feng coldly, he summoned out the silver sword and left through the air.

"Brother, don't dislike me, I can't fly!"

Purple, red, black and white left one after another. He Chang withdrew his resentful gaze and carried Wu Feng's feet to open the way. Although he was not as handsome as he was flying in the air, he was also extremely fast and pulled out a long afterimage.

......

After the tigers in the mountains were hunted, the bustling depths of the jungle returned to their former hustle and ferocious beasts that were forced to migrate to the periphery.

A giant bear sat on the ground, with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes and noses. Shocking scratches were everywhere on the thick fur. The skin was covered with blood and blood, but there was no trace of listlessness in his cold pupils.

It kept licking its claws, then stroked the wound with its claws, and after a long time it stood up, shook its heavy body, and staggered towards a fierce lion that fell to the ground.

The evil lion is on the upper level of the jungle food chain, turning it into a belly-cooked food. This little blood and injury are nothing.

The iron hook-like bear claws slapped the ferocious lion with no breath. The giant bear raised its head and roared, and thick mucus dripped between its fangs. The jungle shook, the birds flew, and four strings of wild beasts. This was the catharsis after the fierce battle, and this was the domineering power of the winner as the king.

However, the giant bear, which was still majestic in the last second, crawled on the ground the next second, whimpering and trembling, completely enveloped by irresistible fear. Over it, four rays of rapid light passed by, leaving behind gradually dispersed afterimages.

......

The sound of water was rushing, the flow was rushing, and a river of abyss was winding and stretching in the fog. Looking up, the vast sky turned long because of the cliffs on both sides. At this time, four figures fell from the sky and stood calmly on the top of the cliff.

"Do you want to wait for Senior Brother He Chang for a while?" Yao'er looked back and asked.

"Can he be eaten by wild beasts?" Bai Di replied coldly.

"It would be nice if he didn't eat wild beasts, mainly that guy..." Yao'er sniffed and said worriedly.

"Then you don't have to wait, it's just right to die!" Bai Di said, jumping off the cliff.

"Let's go, He Chang is not so weak that he will throw someone to death." Qiong Jue said lightly and jumped down.

"What did you tell him before? The jealous jar was overturned again." Zhao Hu walked to Yao'er and asked curiously.

Yao'er listened to her ears, then jumped off the cliff with a smile, leaving Zhao Hu with a speechless face.
Chapter completed!