The whole cultivation world regards me as a group favorite [Crossing Books]

Ye Huaiyao never left his position from the beginning. When the others heard the screams and rushed towards the second deceased again, he was still looking at the "Senior Brother Fan" who died beside him.

Just now Ji Lanying said that the wound was like a ghost's claw, but in Ye Huaiyao's view, the sharp scratch marks were more like some kind of wild animal pulled them out.

It's just that the reason why everyone didn't think about it was because even if some kind of beast became a spirit in Ghost Wind Forest, it still belonged to the category of "monster", and could be identified by magic tools and body protection talismans.

He turned a deaf ear to the noise not far away, and slowly groped along the other's chest with his fingers. Suddenly, his eyes fixed, he picked up something, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

——It was a slightly stiff short hair, it was yellow at first glance, but upon closer examination, the tip was still faintly stained with black.

Ye Huaiyao has lived up to now, and has experienced all kinds of fine clothes, fine food, food, and outdoor sleeping. According to his experience, this hair looks like it fell off a tiger or leopard.

There used to be such a record in "The Records of Gods and Miracles": "There are strange beasts in the Western Wilderness, which can eat people's hearts and then transform into human form. They are dressed in ragged clothes, with siblings and tiger claws, and supermodel leopards."

Ye Huaiyao used to flip through this book when he was idle and bored when he was young, but now he hasn't read it for hundreds of years, it's not easy to remember this.As for the others, it was even too late to ponder in this direction.

After all, the incident happened suddenly, and the time interval between the accidents of the two deceased was really short, leaving no room for careful consideration.

Mobao was born as such a strange beast, not really a spirit, but living in a land like Guifenglin, some changes in his body would inevitably occur.

The only flaw that can identify their identities is the words "brothers, feet and tiger claws".

Ye Huaiyao turned his head and looked not far away, several Vajra Fist disciples who were facing away from him.

They were the last ones to come just now, not to mention wearing boots on their feet, but several of them had their hands wrapped in cloth strips.

Not all people with cloth in their hands are mobaos, but there must be some of them.

Ye Huaiyao was thinking like this, when he suddenly heard another "swipe", and the wind sounded like a death forecast again.

Yan Lin reacted very quickly, she had already drawn out her sword in one hand, and at the same time said loudly: "Stand back to back, be careful around you!"

The words are correct, but unfortunately the danger is not around, but in the middle of them.

The sound of the wind sounded so fast that Ye Huaiyao didn't have time to tell what he had discovered to warn him. His eyes were like lightning, and he quickly scanned the disciples of the Vajra Fist, only to find that the two of them had moved at the same time.

Yan Lin had just finished yelling the words to remind everyone to be careful, and the sword drawn in her hand lay across her chest, when she suddenly felt numbness at the Quchi acupoint on her elbow.

He was stunned, and the long sword that was ready to go had already been released, and it flew straight to the southwest side of the front.

The sword light was booming, and the wind was loud and fast. If he accidentally stabbed his innocent companion, he might be killed immediately.

Yan Lin was shocked, and rushed forward, just about to call back the long sword, but at this moment, she felt the wind in the back of her head, and someone attacked from behind!

If he hadn't jumped forward to grab the sword just now, he might have been hit.

Could it be that the person who knocked his saber away just now had good intentions?But wouldn't it be more convenient to kick him away directly, why such a detour?

The incident happened suddenly, and all these thoughts were actually just a quick turn in Yan Lin's mind. Relying on instinct, his body swung his arm back to block it, and collided heavily with another very strong arm, making a "bang" sound. "There was a muffled sound.

Yan Lin grabbed the opponent's wrist firmly, turned around and saw that the ferocious face in front of him belonged to a Vajra Fist disciple who was standing beside him just now.

Because of the confrontation between the two just now, the bandage on the disciple's hand has been untied, revealing a fluffy leopard claw!

Seeing this, Yan Lin instantly understood what was going on, and said loudly: "Everyone, be careful, it's a leopard!"

When the incident happened suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd, some ran away, some rushed forward to help regardless, and some were asking what happened to that Vajra Fist disciple, and what the hell was Mobao.

Several disciples of Xuantian Tower came together, their strength was immense, and they were fueled by the devilish energy in the forest, making it even more difficult to entangle. The companion stood up.

"Ah Lin, are you okay?"

Yan Lin raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then shook her head: "It's a fate, I escaped."

As he spoke, he looked towards the direction where his saber flew out just now, his eyes froze, and he found that there happened to be a dummy leopard there too.And the one who is fighting against him is the disciple of Chen Suo sect that everyone was talking about just now.

Although Yan Lin is young, he is also a very sensitive young man. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help thinking:

"It turned out that he was the one who spotted the Leopard first. My sword flew out. On the one hand, it made me pounce on the sword to avoid the attack. On the other hand, the long sword also attacked the other Leopard who attacked—— How can there be such a coincidence?"

But if everything was calculated in just a short moment, then this person's control over the situation and the sensitivity of his mind must have reached an extremely terrifying level.

Thinking of this, Yan Lin couldn't help but look at Ye Huaiyao again, and found that when he made a move, he really didn't have any spiritual power, but his moves were very delicate. With supreme power.

I don't know what happened, Ye Huaiyao used the serious Chen Suomen swordsmanship, but Yan Lin saw it, but always felt that he was inexplicably familiar to her.

He collected himself, knowing that now is not the time to ponder these things, put all his doubts back into his stomach, and said loudly: "Ye Shaoxia, I'll help you!"

He said this first to remind Ye Huaiyao, but before he could go there, he was grabbed by his companion and said, "Isn't there anyone helping you there? We can't make it through."

Yan Lin said: "Why?"

Because Ye Huaiyao was unlucky.

He had just discovered that a model leopard had mingled into the crowd, and at the same time, two model leopards had launched an attack together, one was attacking Yan Lin, and the other was a little further away, attacking an unknown female cultivator.

Before he had time to remind, Ye Huaiyao swung Yan Lin's sword flying, and after blocking the attack for a while, he dodged to the other side and pulled the female cultivator away.

By nature, he was sympathetic to beauty, and after pulling the girl almost to the point of somersault, he hurriedly wrapped her around her waist, and gently put her aside to stand firm.

After saving two people, he was about to withdraw when he suddenly heard Huai Jiang shouting in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Boy, you have met the Leopard King!"

Ye Huaiyao didn't understand the thoughts and feelings contained in his words, and replied in his busy schedule: "So I, run faster?"

Huaijiang put it succinctly: "The blood of the Leopard King can repair the spiritual veins, which is much more effective than the herbs here."

Ye Huaiyao's footsteps abruptly turned in a different direction.

In his current situation, Ye Huaiyao didn't want to show off in front of others for the time being, and there was no need to take the risk of killing a model leopard—there were so many people around anyway.

However, repairing the spiritual vein is an important matter, and he really has to work hard.

When Huai Jiang was talking to him, the so-called leopard king just behind him had also shown its ferocious face, roared from behind, and rushed towards Ye Huaiyao.

The female cultivator who was pushed away by Ye Huaiyao sprained her foot and was leaning against a tree to breathe, when she saw this, she exclaimed, "Be careful, fairy friend!"

As she spoke, she picked up Yan Lin's long sword that fell beside her, and threw it at Ye Huaiyao.

Ye Huaiyao had no spiritual power, so he paused with his right foot on the ground, and with this rebounding force, he threw himself sideways, and picked up the long sword thrown by the female cultivator.

He swung his sword twice, and with a move of "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun", he leaped into the air with his wide sleeves flying, turned around, and stabbed at the Leopard King.

At this time, Yan Lin was attacked at the same time, and there were several model leopards around who realized that their identities had been revealed, and also started to attack, fighting with the monks.

Everyone is too busy to take care of themselves, and no one can control others.

But Ye Huaiyao's sword thrust out, although it didn't have half a bit of spiritual power, it made people feel that the eyes were full of clarity, and the sword energy was soaring, and they couldn't help being moved and looked sideways.

A disciple of Huijianmen was the first to find the direction of the sword energy, looked up, and blurted out: "Okay!"

Bright sky and purple electric clouds go to the sky, shining the sun and welcoming the light Gai Shifeng——

The astonishingly bright and clean sharp edge seemed to be moved by a heartstring, and wherever the eyes could see, there were waves surging and ocean currents, mighty and mighty.

The snow-white sword blade swayed a vast splendor in this dark and treacherous deep forest.

Hearing Leopard King's roar, blood splashed, a sword mark was cut on his chest, and he staggered back.

There was silence all around, and for a while, only the rustling of the wind was heard.

Chic and bright are nothing but this sword, and elegance is nothing but this sword.