Just at this embarrassing moment, a child about seven or eight years old ran in. Seeing Huang'er waking up, his face turned red, but then he seemed to think of something and said to Xia Zhijing: "Brother Jing, it's not good.

!The mine in the back mountain started to tremble!"

Huang'er almost laughed when she heard this sentence, Brother Jing? Brother Jing? Sister Rong...are you there...?

Xia Zhijing suddenly stood up and shouted in disbelief: "Ah?!"

The boy nodded and continued to say in a panic: "Grandpa Xia Zhihou is not here today, Xia Zhihou and the others have passed by now!"

Xia Zhijing didn't say anything else this time and ran outside.

After seeing this, Huang'er hurriedly went to the ground, put on her shoes, and went with Xia Zhijing. After all, it was someone else who saved her, so it couldn't be justified for herself not to help. Besides, Huang'er could feel it. After coming to this world, Huang'er

The power in the body has level five, while Xia Zhijing only has level three. No wonder he was exiled.

It's not that Huang'er looks down on Xia Zhijing, but that Xia Zhijing's current strength is too low. It's normal for him to be exiled. His strength is not high now. Even if all the exiled people here are not very strong, Huang'er still feels relieved.

No less.

The boy also ran out with Huang'er, but Huang'er ignored him. The people in the Mietian Space were digesting the spiritual power that was more abundant in the Northern Wilderness Continent than in the Fengyun Continent, because when they arrived here, the Mietian Space

The more spiritual power there is, the better you can practice.

While Huang'er was running, she felt the levels in the Mie Tian Space. Not to mention Zihuang's Xiaojiu Bi blood, Huang'er couldn't feel it even if she wanted to. Xiaojin's five poisons were all at level fifteen, and Li Shang was at level three.

Ziyan is at level three, Zijue is at level three, Tianshen Team Ranqi is at level two, and the others are all around level one and a half.

This speed... Huang'er shook his head. Zihuang Xiaojiu and the others seemed to have seen Huang'er's expression. They nodded at the same time and made a decision. From now on, the training of the Destroying God Team... tsk tsk.

Huang'er was stronger than Xia Zhijing, but after all, she had just woken up and her head was still congested, so she ran very slowly. When the boy behind saw Huang'er staggering like this, he ran up and helped Huang'er continue walking.

Huang'er glanced at the boy, smiled, and continued running forward with the boy. This boy was very good, not bad.

Xia Zhijing ran in a hurry. No matter how fast the boy's footsteps were, he couldn't compare to a two-level magician. He couldn't catch up. Huang'er was not in a hurry this time, and ran slowly behind with the boy. Anyway,

They just have to come back when Xia Zhijing arrives.

There were all people in front, a group of people, dressed like Xia Zhijing, and some workers in cotton clothes. The ground in front shook very quickly and violently.

Those people are all low-level people. How do they know what is down here? They will only use some barbaric methods to stop it, throwing the ground with hoes or something, hoping to calm the ground, but the vibration of the ground is not

Can these brute force stop it? Some use some gorgeous magic skills, but none of them can.

In fact, if you think about it, how can their low-level magic stop things underground?

"Look, look, brother Jing is here!" A little boy about the same age as the seven or eight-year-old just now pointed at Xia Zhijing and shouted.

When he shouted, everyone's eyes moved from the ground. Xia Zhijing was the person in the place where the Xia family was exiled, except for the clan leader, who considered him to have the highest level of strength. Therefore, when Xia Zhijing arrived, almost everyone put their hopes in

Put it on Xia Zhijing.

"When did this happen?" Xia Zhijing walked over and stabilized his figure and asked. Although Xia Zhijing's strength level was not very high, it was still easy to stabilize his strength on the shaking ground.

Huang'er and the little boy also walked over casually. When Huang'er and the boy walked over, those people all turned their attention to Huang'er. After seeing Huang'er steadying his body despite the violent shaking,

She was shocked when her body didn't even tremble.

"Isn't she the girl that Brother Jing brought back a few days ago?" said a little girl who had met Huang'er.

In this quiet venue, this sudden sound reached everyone's ears.

Everyone looked at Huang'er. They had forgotten Huang'er's previous strength, because in this place of exile, they were all very poor. Every year, the master would give them a certain amount of food and money, and Huang'er's arrival

They lost one person's food. Although Huang'er had been in a coma for the past few days, Huang'er had spent a lot of money on medication during the coma.

Although herbs are everywhere in this place of exile, it’s okay to give Huang’er some, but they are not happy that such an outsider is eating theirs for nothing! So, everyone looks at Huang’er in a less friendly way.

and worshiped.

"I think we should resolve the matter here first before talking about anything else." Of course Huang'er saw what they were thinking, no matter how much he said that he was an outsider.

Huang'er's clear oriole-like voice reached everyone's ears. One by one, they withdrew their gazes to see the violent shaking beneath their feet, and then looked at Huang'er asking for help.

Even if they wanted to ask for money just now, their lives are still important if they want Huang'er first.

And among these glances, Huang'er found a look that Huang'er hated the most, just like Yang Ye's look nine years ago. Huang'er turned her head there and saw a face that made Huang'er want to vomit.

He looked like a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was only over 1.3 meters tall, had small eyes that were not obscene, and had thick lips that could barely drool.

Huang'er's eyes turned cold, and a ray of red light passed by. The young man felt that a ray of red light flew over at a speed like flying. It was too late for him to hide, so he gathered a green energy in his hand to meet it, but it was...

It has no effect. Is Huang'er's level 5 strength comparable to his level 2 strength?

A ray of energy rushed towards his eyes. He couldn't dodge for a while. When he was knocked down, his eyes started to bleed. The black blood was obviously caused by poison.

It was only then that Huang Er said calmly: "I hate that kind of look."

Everyone looked at Huang'er with a little fear in their eyes. Such a cruel and ruthless person, in the blink of an eye, it cost everyone a pair of eyes, but there was no reaction at all. This...

"You...do you know who I am?" The man was blinded by Huang'er, and pointed in Huang'er's direction with his last memory and feeling and yelled.

Huang'er glanced at the man, as if he was looking at a dead person. Huang'er knew that they now all regarded her as a piece of shit. If she didn't show her authority, she would really be regarded as a person without strength or ability.

"I don't know." Huang'er spat out three words lightly. Who he is really doesn't matter to her, just this level? Besides, what if Zihuang and the others are destroyed in this place of exile? So what if the Xia family?

His own Purple Phoenix still had its own strength, Huang'er really didn't think that the Xia Zhi family would choose this place of exile instead of herself.

As for whether he will go or not, it is uncertain. As long as Zihuang and the others are there, they can still escape. When the time comes, they can change into men's clothes. When they are strong enough and choose Xia Zhi, who can do anything to her?

"You...you...you..." The man was so angry that Huang Er spoke incoherently.

And the man's current appearance really shows no sympathy for him. He relies on the power of the clan leader to dominate the land of exile, and no one likes him at all. Xia Zhijing is different. He is also the clan leader's child.

, however, the scenery of Xia Zhi is much better than that of Xia Zhi.

"Have you said enough?" Huang'er said calmly.

Xia Zhihou didn't speak. Maybe he felt some bad premonition and didn't dare to speak.

A smile appeared on Huang'er's lips: "When you've laughed enough... let's go play chess." After saying that, a cyan wind blade flew directly towards Xia Zhihou.

Of course Xia Zhihou couldn't see it, but based on his feeling, the sharp feeling in front of him, Xia Zhihou subconsciously tried to resist, but it had no effect, his hands were cut off, and he got the wind blade because he tried to resist

Due to the reason, it deviated from the direction. It was originally going towards his chest, but this time the wind blade went directly downwards. With a swish, something was knocked off.

Then there were screams like a killing pig. Then, Xia Zhihou fainted.

Huang'er frowned and looked at Xia Zhihou's things, then looked at Xia Zhihou's chopped off hand, then looked at Xia Zhihou, shook her head, and sighed, "Why bother? You said your hand

What's the matter? It's better now. Living is more painful than death, right? "

Xia Zhijing looked at Huang'er like this and didn't know how to evaluate him? Cruel or scheming? He shook his head, he really didn't know.

At this time, Xia Zhijing didn't know Huang'er. Later, when the seven of them dominated the whole world together and their names were spread across the three continents, he realized that Huang'er, Zi Huang'er was a ruthless person.

Absolutely, but she is also someone who takes all of her son Ahu's people into her heart. She is really good.

Huang'er naturally noticed Xia Zhijing's gaze, but now was not the time to ignore that gaze. She looked at the ground and said calmly: "Come out by yourself or should I get you out?"

Hearing Huang'er's voice, everyone on the ground was stunned, thinking who was Huang'er talking to? However, the violent shaking underground stopped for a while, and then, there was a shaking like a mountain, and then a huge thing

Appeared in front of Huang'er's people.

It was a blue thing with blue scales on its body, black eyes, a white face, and four legs. That was a pangolin.

"Ah~" This huge thing came out in front of some people who had never seen a Warcraft in this place of exile. They were all surprised and screamed.

Huang'er was a little excited when she saw the pangolin. Although she had fought with monsters nine years ago, the level of those monsters was too low. Huang'er estimated that it was only a little over level one. As for this one, Huang'er looked at it carefully.

After looking at the monster, I saw that the pangolin actually had five small swords on its body. Huang'er didn't know what the small swords meant, so she turned around and silently asked about Xia Zhijing.

Although Xia Zhijing, who had never seen a World of Warcraft before, was a little scared, Huang'er, who didn't even remember it when he saw it, turned around and asked him, he said: "That's the level of Warcraft. One level is divided into a small sword and a sword."

There are seven stars above, and so do humans.”

Huang'er nodded with understanding after listening. When he looked at the sword again, four of the five small swords were seven-star and one had five stars on it. It seemed that this monster was a five-sword and five-star monster. He clicked

Nodding is pretty good, but not as big as my own Xiaojin and the others.

But Huang'er didn't understand why Xiaojin and the others were of such high levels but their bodies were so small.

Just as Huang'er was thinking about this question, Xiao Jin's male but very childish voice sounded in her mind: "Huang'er, that's because the five of us have always appeared in the form of mimicry. Warcraft can mimic the form when it reaches level five.

"

Huang'er nodded clearly, so that was it.

Huang'er looked at the pangolin and estimated his own strength. Just when Huang'er wanted to use his spiritual power to estimate, but as soon as Huang'er used his spiritual power, a twelve-horned creature appeared under Huang'er's feet.

Stars, five of the twelve corners have a small sword on them, the four small swords have seven small stars, and the small sword has six small stars on it. Huang'er looked at his own strength and thought it was pretty good. Five

Sword Six Star, is he pretty strong for a fourteen-year-old, right? However, he is still too weak.

When Xia Zhijing and many people in the Exiled Land looked at this child, they all wondered if this girl was a pervert? Which family did she belong to? As far as they knew, a child of thirteen or fourteen years old, even a genius, was

Five swords and four stars. These six stars? Looking at his dissatisfied look, everyone felt... upset! Jealous!

Huang'er looked at the pangolin in front of her with a strong fighting spirit in her eyes. These five-sword pangolins shouldn't be weak, right? Although Xiaojin and the others were level ten monsters, after all, he didn't fight them with all his strength.

It's a dirty trick, but looking at this pangolin Huang'er wants to fight openly.

Huang'er's purple-feathered feather fan was already injured. Seeing the weapon in Huang'er's hand suddenly appeared, the people in the Exile Land opened their eyes even more. Is there such a rare thing as a space ring? What is the identity of this girl?

Who is it...?

The pangolin's eyes flashed when he saw the Purple Feather Fan in Huang'er's hand. The Purple Feather Fan is made of the feathers of the Purple Phoenix from Hell. It has a bit of pressure. Of course, ordinary monsters can't stand it, but Huang Er can control it.

He held the Purple Feather Fan to prevent it from releasing any pressure. Otherwise, the pressure of the Hell Purple Phoenix would not be something this little fifth-level monster could withstand.

Huang'er didn't use so much magic. They didn't know magic in Fengyun Continent before, so Huang'er used it casually. But here, Huang'er just used wind magic and fire magic. If he uses other magic again, he will be

It would be bad if everyone knew about it.

Therefore, Huang'er decided that in the future, when there is no strength at all on this continent, she will not use other magic, but only use wind magic and fire magic.

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