The man whipped the cow's butt with a whip. The elderly black cow mooed a few times, and he accelerated hard. Finally, he ran out of the town gate. He pulled the cage rope and parked the ox cart next to the road. He looked at it with a slanted eye, and his expression showed a little struggle. After a long time, he said, "Come up."

"Thank you uncle." Wei Lin hugged his fists, sucked his breath, and staggered into the ox cart and found an empty seat to sit down.

The sound of the slabs of the slabs in the back of the wind tigers slowly became rapid. When they approached them, they ran out completely. The squad of straits of wind tigers rushed out of the town gate.

As soon as he entered the mud, he stepped on the dust and made people cough. Wei Lin, who was already extremely weak, coughed as if he was about to die.

"Are you okay?" The man in front turned around and looked at him in fear, fearing that he would not get up in one breath, so he would die in the ox cart. He would not even be able to explain it even if he had a mouth.

Wei Lin buried his head and waved his hand when he heard this, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The man looked at him with concern and whipped his ox cart half-believingly.

The simple ox cart was shaking violently, and his internal organs were so thrusting that it hurt. He moved, moved to the straw pile and slowly lay down, and his body's skills began to work.

There are more than two days left, and if you can recover one more point, you will have more hope.

The morning sun is soft and fresh, not dazzling. It shines on the face and is lightly gentle and mixed with the coolness of the morning breeze. It is so comfortable that people can't help but close their eyes and enjoy this rare and wonderful time.

The man driving the bus ahead looked back from time to time, fearing that he would pay attention, so he died in the car.

Amid the man's worries, he walked until the setting sun in the afternoon. Wei Lin in the rear still looked like he was immortal, breathing a sigh of relief and not dying.

"Uncle, let me down in the woods ahead."

The man was overjoyed when he heard this. The young man of this age appeared in Linxi Town and looked like a ghost, most of whom were monks.

He really didn't want to have any involvement with these noble monks, and he didn't dare to refuse. Now he was finally going to get rid of it, and the man called his ancestors to bless him in his heart.

Wei Lin got out of the car tremblingly, took out a spirit stone and handed it to him: "Thank you uncle."

The man looked up at him in surprise. Could it be that he was wrong? He was not a monk?

Over the years, he has been traveling to Linxi Town for many years and has seen many monks. For mortals like him, this group of people are even stingy with the corner of their eyes.

There is really no one who is willing to ride his ox cart and get the fare to get the taxi.

Neither a monk, such a little guy who is about the same age as his son, came out to make a living at a young age, and even made him look half-dead. He waved his hand.

"No need, just go along the way. Why don't I take you to Saijin Town? You need to be treated as soon as possible. There is a doctor in Saijin Town who will be able to cure you..."

Wei Lin was stunned. He looked as if he was avoiding it but did not dare to speak. Why did he suddenly get close to Shanke? His eyes narrowed slightly. He insisted on handing over the spirit stone to the man and said, "Thank you for your kindness, uncle, I'll just go down here."

After a day of recuperation, the injuries on his body no longer oozed. He gradually adapted to the pain caused by occasional movements, and his movement power recovered most.

When he entered the forest, he pulled down one or two leaves from the tree while walking. Each tree only picked one or two pieces, and tried to pick the places under the dense branches and leaves that were not easy to detect.

Use spiritual power to extract green juice from these leaves and drip it into a clay pot. After the clay pot is full, pour it into the bathtub in the storage bag.

Half an hour later, he finally put the half-bath bucket of sap, took out the bathtub, and confirmed that there was no one around, he took off his outer shirt and middle clothes and threw it on the ground, jumping into the bathtub, making his whole body stained with sap.

After soaking for a stick of incense, he came out of the sap and dried the sap on his body with his spiritual power. After a while, his skin became dull and sallow. The unique wooden fragrance of the sap covered his original breath. Then he put on his shirt and put away the bathtub.

He found another first-level fire-eyed lizard, wrapped his clothes around it, and drove the other party to run around in the forest. Then he stepped on the Jinghong Step, and in a blink of an eye, he came out of the forest and rushed towards Nanling City.

Nanling City is close to the Four Seasons Valley and is the largest city in the southern part of Canglan Continent. The major forces inside are mixed with mermaids, and there is still a glimmer of vitality when hiding in.

In addition, there are passenger spirit ships flying to various places in Nanling City, which are also conducive to subsequent escape.

Although he ruined Zhu Lan, he did not take it away. According to the woman in green, the group of powerful people may still be alive, but they should not be so idle and kept chasing him for a little training of Qi.

But now they must be angry and want to kill him to vent their anger. As long as they escape for a while, their anger may be fine if they disappear.

Just like a person, if he is bitten by a small ant, he will be angry and wish to tear it apart. But if the ant escapes cunningly, he may catch up for a while, and it won't be fine.

It's just an ant, who would be so bored to be scheming with an ant?

Wei Lin lined up, looking at the long queue of entering the city ahead, thinking in a daze that three days were coming, how many monks and monsters would chase after them?

Thinking of those Nascent Soul Golden Pill monks and various transformation stage monsters, he was anxious and looked at the long team.

As he was scratching his heart, the team became shorter and there were still a few people coming to him. Suddenly, an old man in front fell down.

The girl in front turned around and caught the old man who was rushing forward, anxiously exploring the old man's pulse, then grabbed the man behind the old man, and tears fell: "We have no grievances, why do you want to harm my grandfather?!"

As she spoke, she lifted up the old man's wide sleeves, and a large piece of black and rotten blue on his dry arms came into view.

The girl was wearing a white dress and half-kneeled on the ground, with her pretty little face and pear blossoms in the rain, biting her lower lip tightly, as if she was trying her best to hold back her tears, making people feel pity.

The man had a tiger-backed and bear-like waist, his eyes were like a copper bell, and he was holding a shiny big knife in his hand. The comparison between the two made people subconsciously tell the difference between right and wrong in his heart.

Wei Lin was irritated. He could tell where the injury was just by looking at the breath. The trick was too clumsy, and if he could change his place by cheating, he was in a hurry!

Seeing that the manager who was sitting in the little Yanei was about to get up, he stepped forward in three or two steps, passed the two in front, put a spirit stone in the box, and stepped into the city gate.

Just now, the three days were officially around. I wonder if he was too sensitive. He felt like he had a pair of eyes staring at him maliciously.

In the center of Tianwu Forest, a group of demon cultivators who were caring for Wei Lin maintained their previous posture and stood like sculptures.

The green-eyed boy was the first to recover his consciousness. His green eyes turned, and the surrounding environment was clearly not from the previous moment. Is this a illusion?

What about that unlucky human cub?

After he recovered from the Nascent Soul True Lord of Taiyi Sect. His confused and shocked eyes touched the green eyes that were also puzzled by Luma. His body stretched out and asked with a bead and a cannon: "Where is this? What's that little Qi training? Say! Did you hide it?"

"Hmph, you dare to question us even if you are! The lowly two-legged reptile!" Before Lujian could answer, the red-haired young man Hongyu, who had recovered his consciousness, was immediately furious!

"You" Zhiming Zhenjun's face turned pale, staring at him, and he was so angry that he blew his beard. However, he was only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and the other party was indeed a twelfth-level monster. That was a level 2 higher than his level, so he could not do it easily.

"Stop quarrel!" Mizuma shouted softly, stopped their quarrel, and suggested to everyone: "First find out what's going on now."

During the two of them quarrels, the other monks and demons recovered, looking at the unfamiliar environment, looking at each other.

Hongyu frowned, thought for a long time, and said, "That little boy is weird."

Mizuma couldn't help but look at him and said angrily: "It goes without saying that if there was no weirdness, how could we, a group of twelve-level demon cultivators be teleported to the center of Tianwu Forest?"
Chapter completed!