Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

She didn't come back to her senses until Song Qinglian called her from the side.

At this time, more and more Yunjing Poisonous Flower Butterfly surrounded them, Cai Jingxing withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Yunjing Poisonous Flower Butterfly, his eyes were sharp, and he swung his sword until it was cold.

Not far away, Song Hongli looked at the disciples who were divided in two, with a small smile on his lips.

His eyes followed Song Qinglian all the way to the short intestine fern in Longchi by the shallow stream, and the large numbers of cloud crystal poisonous flowers and butterflies around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He sat on the newly harvested Gale Leopard, which seemed to be the overlord of this grassland, and as he walked leisurely there, Song Hongli's body swayed left and right with the spirit beast.

A wave of cloud crystal poisonous flowers and butterflies swooped down behind him, and before he got close, all the slag was swallowed up by a black flame.

This person and beast were like a spectator, watching a battle on the grassland.

Song Hongli didn't think about helping him now. He should give Qing Lian some experience, and if there is real danger, he will help.

Compared with other places, the cloud crystal poisonous flower and butterfly 25 at Longchi fern were much less, but the three of them still did not dare to relax, because the Longchi fern was not easy to deal with.

At this time, the Longchi short-gut fern by the shallow stream has fully bloomed.

It is the size of an adult man, with two thick vines on the rhizome, and the originally beautiful and small flower buds have turned into a ferocious mouth.

The three of them looked at each other and immediately divided their work tacitly. Chu Ruyun defended against Yunjing Poisonous Flower Butterfly, Zhao Jingjing was the bait, and Song Qinglian picked Longchi short-gut fern.

The three acted almost at the same time, Chu Ruyun swung his long sword, and a net of lightning and lightning formed behind him, forming a solid barrier that could not be crossed.

The grid burst with purple light, daunting.

Zhao Jingjing is good at pre-judgment, an astrology technique that can predict the enemy's actions in a very short period of time in the future.

I saw that Zhao Jingjing took out a piece of meteorite iron from the ring, and with one stroke of gold, the meteorite iron turned into hundreds of sharp iron thorns.

The iron thorns penetrated deeply into the flesh of the Longchi short-intestine fern, overflowing with purple juice, and the Longchi short-intestinal fern roared in the sky.

The vines on the rhizomes were drawn towards Zhao Jingjing in unison, Zhao Jingjing flexibly dodged, and as soon as she landed, she supported the grass with her hands, forming several earthen walls.

Zhao Jingjing aroused the hatred of all Longchi short-gut ferns, but it was only a matter of a few breaths.

Song Qinglian seized the opportunity, took advantage of the fact that Zhao Jingjing attracted Zhao Jingjing's attention, shrinking into an inch, and instantly appeared beside the Longchi fern.

Then he lowered his body, raised his sword and fell, and the Movement Technique was handsome and neat.

However, Song Qinglian did his best to cut down only half of the Longchi short-gut ferns. Song Qinglian lowered his head and counted roughly, the number was enough, and he was going to collect those Longchi short-gut ferns.

At this point, a mutation arose.

She raised her head to look, not far away, the vines of a Longchi short-gut fern were fiercely drawn towards her, so fast that it was too late to defend.

If the vines of the Longchi short-gut fern attack with all their strength, they can split a spirit beast in half.

Song Qinglian gritted her teeth and ducked back. Injuries were inevitable, but at least they had to avoid the key points!

In the distance, Song Hongli narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this scene.

I saw the vines attacked with the force of thunder, and when the vines touched Song Qinglian, they were smashed in an invisible direction by an invisible force, and they just rubbed Song Qinglian's lower abdomen, ripping through the clothes, revealing a little blood.

Over there, Longchi short-gut fern saw that a blow could not be achieved, and another blow came.

This time, two more vines were attracted by Song Qinglian, and six vines were drawn from all directions.

This time, before the vines were close to Song Qinglian's body, they were blocked by an earth wall.

Zhao Jingjing tapped her toes and leaped to Song Qinglian's side. She crouched down and waved her hand to collect all the Longchi short intestine ferns that Song Qinglian had cut off.

She helped Song Qinglian up and asked worriedly, "Qinglian, are you alright?"

Song Qinglian shook her head, the earth wall condensed by Zhao Jingjing collapsed under a single strike by Longchi Short-Intestinal Fern, and all the remaining Longchi Short-Intestinal Fern's hatred was attracted to the two of them.

Their bodies swayed, vines rose into the sky, and they all attacked them.

Zhao Jingjing recalled the meteorite iron that had previously penetrated into the body of the Longchi short-gut fern, merged together, and turned into a solid iron wall, which blocked the vines from the outside.

The two looked at each other, quickly left, and came to Chu Ruyun's side.

As it happened, the disciples and brothers in the distance came with spirit beast, and the sword dance in their hands was airtight.

The three of them saw that the six disciples forcibly tamed six galloping leopards and two fiery horses.

There were bloodstains on Cai Jingxing's face, and the already good-looking face was now even more heroic. This was accidentally injured by the Magical Items of other sects, and those cultivators had already made a mess.

Several other disciples of the Xuanling Sect also suffered some injuries. Because they had to protect not only themselves, but also the spirit beast who sat down, they were much more embarrassed than Song Qinglian and others.

Cai Jingxing looked at Song Qinglian and asked, "How is it? 39

Song Qinglian said, "I have already taken it."

The vines of the Longchi short-gut fern are extremely tough.

If it wasn't for Zhao Jingjing just now to attract the attention of the Longchi short intestine fern, under the full defense of those spirit flowers, it would not be so easy to get the flowers.

However, even in the situation where the Longchi short-gut fern was unprepared, Song Qinglian slashed with all his strength, but only half of the slash fell, and blood flowed from his hands.

She hadn't discovered it before 823, but now she has to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling tingling in her hands, and then she realized it later.

Cai Jingxing narrowed his eyebrows and said, "Your injury...

The blood on Song Qinglian's waist slowly leached out, dyeing the entire waist blood red. Although the wound had scabbed over, it looked a little serious, but Song Qinglian didn't care at all.

"It's just a flesh wound, it's okay"

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After she finished speaking, she motioned to Zhao Jingjing, Zhao Jingjing understood and took out the Longchi short intestine fern.

After Song Qinglian asked everyone to come closer, she mobilized Spirit Power, a chill spread around Song Qinglian, and the ground beneath her feet froze.

And those Longchi short-gut ferns were wrapped in ice.

Song Qinglian shook his hand, and the Longchi short intestine fern turned into a little silver light, wrapped in cold air and sprinkled on everyone.

Afterwards, Yunjing Poisonous Flower Butterfly, who was competing with several disciples, wandered around in place, as if she could no longer see her own prey, and left after wandering around a few times in confusion.

A few people didn't dare to delay, and quickly rode on the spirit beast. The hurricane leopard was generally small and could only ride one person.

And the raging horse is big, and it is no problem to drag the two, and the rest of the disciples are all men.

Only Zhao Jingjing, Song Qinglian, and Cai Jingxing were women, so this fiery horse was naturally left to the three of them.