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When they followed Luo Zhiwei and the others again, Meng Mingchao and Fang Shiyi's expressions changed, one was in a good mood, and the other looked gloomy.

Although others were curious about Meng Mingchao, each family had their own secrets, so they consciously didn't ask too much.

Fang Shiyi grabbed Hui Mingming and pinched it twice, and talked with Luo Zhiwei in a low voice: "I haven't seen that elixir in the book, I forgot to ask earlier, what is it called?"

"It's called Die Chonglan. It's not recorded in ordinary books, and I found it in the manuscripts of the predecessors by accident." Luo Zhiwei folded his hands in his sleeves, with an open-minded expression, "I have this disease brought from my mother's womb, so it's real. Short-lived, Master has worked hard for me for many years, but it has not yielded any results, and I don’t know if the prescriptions I wrote myself will be effective.”

After a pause, Fang Shiyi saw a rare look of hatred on his brows, sighed and said with a smile: "Xiao Ling'er is not sensible, if this fails, I will also go to Mo's house to break off the engagement with her."

The two of them spoke in secret voice transmission, but the rest of them didn't hear it. Mo Ling was going back and forth with Yu Xing to hurt each other. When Luo Zhiwei turned his head, he immediately showed a big smile.

Fang Shiyi's heart suddenly felt sour.

Luo Zhiwei nodded at her, and looked away: "I can't delay her for the rest of my life."

Fang Shiyi was silent. He suddenly remembered that when he brought Meng Mingchao back to Shanhaimen, he asked Mr. Cen to check his pulse. He couldn't sleep for several nights when he came back, and he always woke up in the middle of the night. , Seeing that the person is still fine, he was relieved.

The child looked so weak that he was really afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Meng Mingchao who was half a step behind him, pursed his lips, and was about to say something when suddenly there was a buzzing sound nearby.

The surrounding area is desolate, brown soil covers the land, far and near, there are no mountains, no rivers, and no unlucky mountain crevices. There is almost no life. I don’t know where the buzzing sound came from. .

Fang Shiyi subconsciously blocked Meng Mingchao, put one hand on the sword, and listened intently: "Could it be..."

Everyone's complexion changed, and they broke down and said in unison: "Brother Fang, don't open your mouth!"

"..." Fang Shiyi wondered if I was to blame, took out the broken fan and shook it, smiling, "Okay, I won't say anything."

He didn't speak, but he still wanted to investigate.The sound was so strange that everyone didn't dare to move indiscriminately, for fear of triggering some trap, they all turned their eyes to the ground.

Suddenly approaching Dao's body behind him, the faint medicinal fragrance lingered, Meng Mingchao leaned down, whispered in his ear, "In the wind."

Fang Shiyi was startled: "In the wind?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the humming grew louder.

The tips of Yu Zuochen's ears moved, he had keen hearing, and he noticed something, and wanted to look closer, when his cheek suddenly hurt, and he stretched out his hand to touch it, and it was warm.

The spiritual power of the body protection was shattered silently.

Yu Xing's expression changed: "Brother!"

Luo Zhiwei reacted: "It's the wind."

Just as he was talking, another gust of wind hit, this time directed at Fang Shiyi.

Obviously he couldn't see anything, but Fang Shiyi's hairs stood on end for a while, he turned the fan in his hand, and was about to block it, when a hand came across behind him, slowly but precisely, he pinched the invisible and intangible thing "wind".

Then there was a "click", and something was crushed.

Meng Mingchao's thin fingers were stained with bright red blood.

Fang Shiyi was terrified. He pressed his hand and checked it carefully. He couldn't control his anger: "Are you crazy?"

That thing can easily cut through the spiritual power of the body, does this little bastard think he is an indestructible body of King Kong!

Meng Mingchao bumped into his angry eyes, instead of being afraid, he smiled: "Are you caring about me?"

"nonsense."

Fang Shiyi almost wanted to kick him, and said coldly: "Take back your claws, you dare to grab anything, I haven't fed you a bear's heart, a leopard's guts, right?"

Meng Mingchao withdrew his hand, took out a piece of silk, and wiped his hands carefully: "Okay, don't use your hands."

He blinked his left eye at Fang Shiyi: "Shiyi, give me a smile, and I'll kill all these things, okay?"

"..." Fang Shiyi rubbed his goosebumps and couldn't say a word, "You son of a bitch, call me brother!"

Meng Ming pulled out the Tingfeng Sword, which was almost used as a decoration. Others couldn't see the things hidden in the wind, but he seemed to see clearly. He gently pushed Fang Shiyi in the direction of Luo Zhiwei, lifted Stepping forward with his sword, he waved lightly.

With a sound of "cha", blood burst out in the air.

Yu Xing wiped Yu Zuochen's face clean. Seeing this scene, he said in horror, "Brother Fang, what is your origin as a little beauty?"

Without waiting for Fang Shiyi to speak, Yu Zuochen knocked on his head: "Be careful."

"Tsk, take care of me a lot." Yu Xing muttered to himself, but still kept his mouth shut obediently.

Fang Shiyi looked at the slender and slender figure from the back. After a while, his long eyelashes drooped down, covering up the emotions in his eyes.

The invisible danger was even more terrifying. Meng Ming made a sword strike one by one, and within a short while, he calmly dealt with the nearby thing.The thing fell to the ground, but it took shape after it died. Fang Shiyi squatted down to have a look.

It was shaped like a praying mantis, as thin as paper, and its tibia was like a sickle. When you touched it, your fingertips were immediately cut open, and blood gushed out.

It is conceivable that if it were not for Meng Mingchao, this would be a matter of life and death.

Fang Shiyi sighed slightly, looked up to see Meng Mingchao coming, lowered his sleeves to cover his fingers: "It seems that there should be no danger, then let's continue..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a familiar "buzzing" sound not far away, and there were people yelling.

Fang Suyi: "..."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

other people:"……"

Everyone looked in that direction, and saw dozens of monks rushing towards with their swords. When they saw a few of them, someone immediately shouted: "Fellow Daoist, run!"

Without saying a word, Fang picked up Meng Mingchao and ran away.

Everyone in Medicine Valley followed closely, and Yu Xing said with a bitter face, "Senior Brother Fang..."

Fang Shiyi said numbly: "It has nothing to do with me."

The dozens of monks were in a mess, their clothes were cut to shreds, their protective magic weapons were clanging, and there were countless praying mantises.

Meng Ming looked back, and gave an answer: "I stabbed the nest."

He guarded a few people and dealt with those who came here sporadically.The number was too large, even Meng Mingchao found it tricky, and the others were even more devastated.

It wasn't until the brown soil under him changed color that the buzzing sound stopped suddenly, as if he encountered something he was afraid of, and slowly retreated, but didn't go far.

Fang Shiyi paused, refusing to move forward.

Because the soil on the ground changed color and became... bright red.

It seemed to be stained with blood.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there is a faint smell of blood floating from a distance.

Those praying mantises stopped, and everyone had a calm demeanor again. Those who knew each other stood together again. Noticing this, someone shouted in surprise: "Fang Shiyi, Luo Zhiwei!"

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

Fang Shiyi turned his gaze away and said kindly, "Coincident."

Among the monks who escaped, there were actually quite a few sect disciples from aristocratic families. Most of them had young faces, and some of them were still wearing sect costumes when they were away from home. They all looked at each other and were very surprised: "Senior Brother Luo, it's me, do you remember me?"

"Senior Brother Fang, we have seen it before, on Nandu Mountain!"

"Is this Senior Brother Fang?"

"Little Junior Sister, so you're here too?"

"..."

Unknowingly, the disciples of the aristocratic family sect and Sanxiu divided into two teams, vaguely meaning that Fang Shiyi and Luo Zhiwei, the two best of their generation, were the leaders.

Fang Shiyi and Luo Zhiwei looked at each other, shielded the excited little disciples behind them, and asked with a frown, "You guys came here by yourself? Are you so courageous?"

"No," the leading disciple of Beitiangong denied it with a pockmarked face, "the Great Elder brought us here."

"Uncle Master brought me here." The disciple of Yijiange next to him was quite quiet, "Uncle Master said that he should take this opportunity to hone his skills."

Mo Ling was joining a group of senior brothers and sisters, and asked excitedly, "Did the uncle bring you here?"

Eggy is right here, won't be strangled to death, right?

Everyone in Hemingzhuang: "Hey, we came here by ourselves."

Mo Ling: "..."

Fang Shiyi thought to himself, you are really big-hearted.

Luo Zhiwei said, "Is everyone here?"

The Yijiange disciples and the Hemingzhuang disciples all nodded, and Xiao Mazi shook his head: "Our senior brother got separated from us."

The elders and uncles were not there either.

A group of young and immature disciples have suffered a lot since they came in for a long time.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Fang Shiyi sighed.

In addition to helping Luo Zhiwei find the elixir, now he has to send the child home.

Meng Ming looked on coldly, seeing those casual cultivators wanting to go to the blood-red field ahead, he suddenly said: "There is something in the soil."

The others looked on in amazement.

Meng Mingchao had dark wounds on his body, and his complexion was indeed unsightly. He looked weak, but he didn't pretend to be at all.

The news that Wen Xiuyue took in a good-for-nothing, sick ghost apprentice had spread all over Central Continent, many people beat their hands and stamped their feet, and really wanted to ask Master Fujian to go blind again.It's just that Meng Mingchao lived in seclusion and didn't go anywhere in Shanhaimen except Lanyue Peak, Shanhaizhu and Zangshu Pavilion, and not many people saw him.

At this time, seeing him closely following Fang Shiyi, everyone immediately guessed his identity.

One of the casual cultivators with a scarred face pulled out the two knives behind his back and slammed them into the ground until they reached the hilt, but nothing was seen.

He withdrew his two swords and sneered: "Being frightened by a little ghost, you have lived all these years in vain."

After speaking, he raised his foot and walked in.

Meng Mingchao was slightly taken aback and frowned.

Scarface walked away for a long time without incident, but Sanxiu who was behind hesitated for a moment and followed.

More than a dozen people walked in one after another, but nothing happened.

Fang Shiyi could still feel the praying mantises nearby, as if they were waiting for them to retreat.

Going out to face countless invisible praying mantises now, it is very likely that they will be sliced ​​into thin slices and dried in the air. No matter how capable Meng Mingchao is, he is not supercilious.

He turned his head and asked Meng Mingchao, "Is there something down there?"

Meng Mingchao felt it carefully for a moment, his face flashed blankly, he shook his head, and said hesitantly: "It seems to be gone again."

The rest of the people were waiting impatiently for Fang Shiyi to give his opinion.

Fang Shiyi thought for a while, then took out a scrap of cold iron that was painstakingly cut out during the refining process, stroked it cherishingly, and then threw it out.

The next moment, a buzzing sound was heard, and within a short while, that extremely hard piece of cold iron was cut into pieces full of iron crumbs.

Everyone: "..."

Many things in the ancient battlefield are unheard of by monks today, let alone their weaknesses.

Fang Shiyi couldn't even pronounce his name, so he rested his hands on his browbones and looked at it for a while, then spread his hands out of grief, "It seems that there is no other choice."

All the disciples felt chills when they saw it, and they rejoiced in bitterness: "At least...you won't be shredded if you enter here."

The praying mantis behind was staring at it, and everyone hesitated to walk into this land that was not very pleasant to look at.

Luo Zhiwei took the lead, after Fang Shiyi was finished, Fang Shiyi didn't start until Meng Mingchao also walked in.

The moment he stepped on the soft ground, a chill rushed into his heart.

Countless vines suddenly sprang out from the ground, as if they were waiting for Fang Shiyi to walk in, but caught him off guard and plunged into the ground in the blink of an eye.

It was so fast that even Meng Mingchao didn't react.

There were small thorns on the vine, which avoided most of Fang Shiyi's parts, and the rest pierced his skin soundlessly.

The venom melted into the blood, and the world in front of Fang Shiyi began to be upside down and hazy.

Before the last sliver of sober consciousness disappeared, he couldn't help cursing his mother in his heart.

Damn, why is it me again.