Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

"I said can you please stop making such an exaggerated expression on my face before."

Han Yu's face was dark and his inner vision was dark. Xiao Liuli's fist-sized head looked like a big bun, pressing against his childhood face, and then puffed out his cheeks, making the bun's face look like a ball.

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Xiao Liuli bounced in the sea of ​​​​consciousness and said angrily, "The bottle is too biased. It gives you more points, but it doesn't give me any points. I discovered this Mr. Lin, and he is also the source of the elixir I exchanged. It really pisses me off." ”

Han Yu was speechless for a while. God knows why the bottle was suddenly so generous and gave so much energy to feedback and strengthen himself.

It should be a lot to drive Baozi, oh no, Xiao Liuli crazy. You must know that Xiao Liuli is almost greedy for energy. I am afraid that Ping Bo's move will make Xiao Liuli remember him for a long time.

At this moment, Han Yu had been on the ground for a long time and was running on his own legs. Although flying was comfortable, it consumed too much energy. According to visual inspection, it can only support him to fly for up to twenty miles at a time.

It will have to be lost when the sea of ​​consciousness dries up after twenty miles. Moreover, magical powers are really not suitable for being used casually as a means of attack.

Xiao Liuli hummed for a while, pouted again, rolled her eyes and said, "Don't be too happy too early. Pingzi is so kind to help you strengthen your magical power? I must be asking you to be more proactive in using elixirs in the future."

"Or maybe you're going to be in bad luck. I'm afraid you'll die, so I'll arm you quickly."

Xiao Liuli said cheerfully with a mischievous expression on her bun face.

Han Yu admired the way his bun-faced face could express so many expressions, but he felt a little shuddered and felt a little weak.

Don't let this crow's mouth really fool you!

Suddenly, there was a tremor in his chest. Han Yu reached into his arms suspiciously and took out a token. The token kept trembling, as if it was very urgent.

Han Yu's face looked strange for a while, something happened to his cousin again...

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The pretty widow was about to chase her from the air, but she stagnated, almost frightening her cousin.

"Take Xiuwen quickly and leave."

Mo Xingzhi shouted, and the group of tribesmen with lower cultivation levels hurriedly pulled their cousin to escape with the sword first.

"Hurry up and chase!"

Poisonous Bat noticed something unusual here and kept urging, "Widow, what are you doing? You're not chasing me."

"I can't catch you if you don't come!"

The pretty widow watched helplessly as a group of people escaped with their swords, feeling depressed. However, she was always blocked by an invisible wall, and she reacted immediately.

Poisonous Bat then remembered that the invisible rope between the two people was just binding them within ten meters!

Although the ten monks of the Xuanfeng Department were one level behind in cultivation, they actually made it impossible for the poisonous bats to attack them by relying on their knowledge of mechanisms.

That iron shield was probably not made of ordinary iron. The golden bats had been bombarding it for several rounds, but they were still unable to break through. Instead, it was the repeated crossbows in the hands of the ten cultivators that made me fearful.

It can only be said that it is worthy of the Mohist family. With its mechanical skills that can defeat the weak with the strong, no ordinary sect can offend it.

Especially when it's my turn to face him, it's very uncomfortable. He's a whole turtle shell, and he's extremely flexible.

He swooped down with fear in his heart, and was about to rush in to disrupt the formation, when ten monks from the Mo family stepped away from each other, and a dark barrel covered by an iron shield was pointed directly at his face.

Two monks crouched to hold the barrel, and a monk behind them kept throwing spiritual stones from a filling port at the end.

boom! boom! boom!

Three golden rays of light compressed to the extreme continued to shoot out from the muzzle, hitting the poisonous bat's face.

Danger!

A heart-pounding intuition made Poison Bat forget about anything else, and he instantly lifted himself from the air and fell quickly.

There were three consecutive violent explosions behind him, and the aftermath was so powerful that the spilled true energy even uprooted the surrounding trees.

"I'm here to help you."

The pretty widow looked at the poisonous bat in a panic, and felt inexplicably worried in her heart, so she wanted to come from the air.

Poison Bat's expression changed and he quickly stopped, "Don't come. This ten-man formation must be specifically designed to delay the enemy. Catch the younger ones first and don't get entangled with them."

After saying that, his figure soared into the air again, this time he could only dodge but not fight, and streams of true energy continued to streak around. With his keen awareness, Poison Bat immediately broke out of the Xuanfeng Department's blocking circle.

"This group is too weird. Stay behind and chase the smaller ones first."

The poisonous bat came to the pretty widow, and after a few hurried instructions, the two of them left through the air.

Mo Xingzhi was furious for a while, this poisonous bat was such a thief, he could see the clues so quickly.

This is indeed a heavy-duty weapon used by the Mo family to block the enemy. Not only is it extremely strong, but more importantly, it is flexible in changing directions and has almost no dead ends in defense. Even monks in the Peeping God realm and below will have a headache when encountering it.

Unfortunately, the requirements are too harsh. It requires at least ten people to see me in order to take shape. If the cultivation level is low, it will not work. If the cultivation level is high, the level above seeing me is the God of Peeping. Since there are ten Gods of Peeping, why bother to borrow the mechanism.

"You guys quickly unload your equipment and I'll go pick them up first."

After Mo Xingzhi hurriedly left a message, he hurriedly flew away with his sword.

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My cousin regretted that he would have taken the shuttle with him when he had known better. If he had had that thing, the two Peeping God Realms would have had nothing to do but stay behind.

"Damn it, when I get back, I will research high-speed magic weapons that I can carry with me. No one can catch up with that."

My cousin gritted his teeth in anger.

"Hurry and cover your mouth and nose."

A clan member holding a sword next to him suddenly shouted a warning.

At this moment, my cousin suddenly found that pink mist appeared around them, chasing like a snake.

He looked at the cautious and vigilant expressions of the tribesmen and quickly covered his mouth and nose. However, he saw that each pink smoke would explode into a ball as soon as it caught up with the tribesmen. Even the tribesmen who covered their mouths and noses were also dazed, and then fell like dumplings one by one.

He turned his head and looked, and instantly broke into a cold sweat.

The poisonous bat and the pretty widow were coming at lightning speed, and pink smoke was still being released from the pretty widow's hands, sweeping towards him and others.

Soon, a pink smoke quickly climbed up to him and exploded on his body. He held his breath hard, but the smoke penetrated through his eyes and ears.

He felt a sense of heat at first, and then his mind began to be trance.

In a moment of carelessness, the flying sword he was driving suddenly stopped, and the true energy in his body stopped flowing at this moment, and then he fell heavily.

The violent collision made him dazed a little, but at this moment, although the true energy was there, he had no strength to exert it.

His face turned pale, and he wanted to take out the iron kite from his arms, but he accidentally took out the token of the Ziqiang Sect.

Bet that Han Yu was within ten miles, and bet that Han Yu could come in time.

After the cousin's face was tangled, he gritted his teeth and pressed the convex groove.

"It can still move? It's still a little brother."

After the pretty widow and the poisonous bat both fell, they teased the cousin.

Laughing and laughing, the pretty widow's face suddenly tightened, looking at the cousin who was frantically pressing the token in his hand, and immediately alerted, "What's in your hand?"

Then he waved his hand without saying anything and sent a true energy to knock the token away.

"Xiu Wen, hurry up."

In the sky, Mo Xingzhi came slowly, and just as the poisonous bat and the pretty widow attacked his cousin, he couldn't help but glare.

When he got closer, he saw his pale cousin on the ground from a distance, and roared and rushed towards the two.

My cousin couldn't use his true energy at all, so he could only grit his teeth, pick up the token, and run away, pressing the token frantically while running.

Mo Xingzhi himself was only half a step away from the spirit, fighting one against two, and he didn't even have a chance to open the mechanical technique. After just ten rounds, he was controlled by the pink mist of the pretty widow.

My cousin didn't run far, and the two fell hand in hand again.

"You can't run away."

The pretty widow laughed again.

"You can't run away."

At this moment, a figure fell heavily from the sky...