After marching for more than a month, Long Wu, who was moving forward, suddenly stopped and looked around with vigilance. Seeing this, Ye Xiaoxi asked in confusion: "Senior Brother, what's wrong with it?"

"Which fellow Taoist is making a fool of himself in front of you? Why not come out and see him?" Long Wu shouted loudly to the empty swamp.

There was silence around, only Long Wu's voice echoed over the swamp. Seeing no one answered, Long Wu and Ye Xiaoxi came to a big tree, leaning against the big tree and leisurely closed their eyes and rested.

Although Ye Xiaoxi leaned against the thick tree branch, her expression was natural. But her heart was full of turmoil. She was only one level different from Long Wu. Why did she have no sense of what Long Wu sensed? Is it so big that the gap between the late stage of foundation building and the middle stage of foundation building?

Half an hour later, a loud laugh came from hundreds of feet in front of him, "Boy, your spiritual consciousness is indeed far beyond ordinary late-stage monks in the foundation building stage. Since I want to see me so, I would rather respect me than obey my destiny!" After saying that, a sturdy figure flashed a few times and came to a hard ground dozens of feet away from Longwu.

Long Wu looked at the monk who was tall and tall, wearing an apricot-yellow monk's robe, and had a late-stage cultivation in the foundation building stage. He asked in confusion: "Fellow Taoist, you and I don't know each other before, why did you arrange a magic circle in front of you?"

"You are Xuan Yi of Yuntian Sect, right?" the monk asked back.

"It's Xuanyi!"

"That's fine. Kill people to pay for their lives and pay for their debts. Let's stop the matter of Chilian Mountain today!" the monk shouted angrily.

"Chilian Mountain?" Long Wu murmured. He could not understand what Chilian Mountain had to do with the monk in front of him.

Just as Long Wu was thinking, Ye Xiaoxi was extremely angry when she listened to the monk's rude words. "Where did the bald donkey come from? What does Chilian Mountain have to do with you?"

Hearing Ye Xiaoxi's harsh words, the monk laughed and said, "You are the little bastard Ye Xiaoxi, right? He sells friends to seek honor and acts rampant for the tiger. Today, he will also remove you." As he spoke, the monk waved his hand and "swoosh swishing" eight figures emerged from behind him, including a late-stage cultivator in the foundation building stage, and the rest of them were all in the middle-stage cultivation level of foundation building.

Looking at Ye Xiaoxi in a light-colored dress, her well-proportioned and slender figure, especially the plump and firm height on her chest, she was about to come out, and she combined with her slender waist and straight legs, forming an extremely attractive arc.

The eight figures that rushed out all had evil and lustful expressions in their eyes. One of them rubbed his palms on his lower abdomen, then licked his dry lips with his tongue and said, "Ye Xiaoxi from Hehuan Sect is indeed well-known and can be called a beauty in the world!"

Hearing this, Long Wu's heart felt an inexplicable anger and a suffocation. Looking at the eight people not far away, they were filled with the desire to conquer Ye Xiaoxi under him. The kindness on Long Wu's face finally could not hide the anger in his heart. He had an impulse, even if the whole world collapsed, he would still stand in front of Ye Xiaoxi.

Seeing Long Wu's eyes as fierce as a knife blade, Ye Xiaoxi raised his jade hand and smiled at Long Wu, "Senior Brother, I can only look at the vase!" After saying that, Ye Xiaoxi floated up to the top of the tree like a fairy who eliminated the dust, and said to the nine people not far away: "Bald donkey, let me see your Buddhist technique today!"

"Hahaha... overestimate one's ability!" While the monk was speaking, his figure flashed and he wanted to rush up to the treetops.

Ye Xiaoxi slanted the corner of her mouth, gently brushed the ring of the spirit beast with her jade hand, and the black anaconda python twisted its thick body, with a dark green halo around her body, shaking her head and swaying a huge mouth between her tail, and a wind blade with a fishy aura gushed out from the cold and cold gushed out, rolling towards the monk.

The wind blades sprayed out by the black anaconda python at the fifth-level monster were extremely domineering, with as many as forty or fifty. The cover range reached several feet, and the monk's offensive was interrupted in an instant.

The monk looked at the black anaconda python summoned by Ye Xiaoxi and rushed towards him with a fierce momentum. He pinched a pair of cymbals with one hand and flashed out. He saw the golden light lingering on the cymbals, instantly turning into a size of one foot. One was blocked in front of the monk, and the other was stepped under the feet of the monk.

"Dangdang" wind blade hit the cymbals, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Seeing the wind blade blocked, the black anaconda python raised its head and screamed, and its strong and thick tail swept away.

With a long "clang" sound, circles of golden magic ripples were emitted from the cymbals.

While the Black Anaconda Python attacked, Ye Xiaoxi summoned a pair of Vermilion Bird rings, guarded him in front of him, and made an attacking momentum.

The monk didn't expect that the attack of the black anaconda python was so powerful. He stared at him with a wide eyelid, and he smiled and said, "You little bitch, you really have two tricks."

This monk has a martial name, and is a fighting man by nature. He is also a top figure among the foundation-building monks in Baolian Temple. It is difficult to let go of his hands and feet when he is in the temple. Today he rarely meets an opponent, and he feels a sense of unreasonable pleasure.

When the monk Leran saw Long Wu, he had no intention of taking action. But Ye Xiaoxi fought alone with him. He felt a strong impulse to fight fiercely. He immediately said to the other eight people: "You don't need to interfere in this battle, wait for me to capture this little bastard." After saying that, he saw his one hand swaying, and a tin staff flashed out, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into about a tiny square meter. "Eat my tin staff..."

The extremely heavy tin staff burst out with more than a hundred dazzling golden lights, and with a strong wind, it whistled down and hit the black anaconda python. Monk Leran's intention was very obvious, so he first cut off Ye Xiaoxi's wings.

Just as the extremely heavy tin staff roared at the black anaconda python, a dazzling silver light flashed in the air on the tin staff. The intersection of the two was like a thunderclap in the clear sky, accompanied by sparks and powerful magic fluctuations, causing some distortion in the surrounding space.

boom!

A roar sounded again at the intersection, and the Vermilion Bird ring and the Tin Staff flipped from two directions toward the ground. Suddenly, mud splashed on the swamp, and dozens of first-level monsters were directly photographed into flesh mud. The entire area was filled with foul air and foul smell, which made people feel like they were vomiting when they heard it.

Seeing his tin staff being blown away, Leran's eyes showed fierce light and opened his mouth, and laughed wildly. He stopped talking nonsense, pointed at the tin staff in the mud in the air, and the tin staff spiraled back to him, dancing wildly...

Ye Xiaoxi's pretty face was slightly cold. She understood that the tin staff in the monk's hand was obviously not an ordinary person, but should be an extremely rare and top-quality magic weapon in Buddhism.

Ye Xiaoxi made gestures with both hands, and the silver light of the Vermillion Bird ring flashed, hovering over the top of her head. At the same time, she ordered the Black Anaconda Python to retreat aside in a very orderly manner, and she didn't want her spiritual beast to be damaged at all.
Chapter completed!