What Meng Fan didn't expect was that his actions this time actually became a template for future Luoxia Mountain trials.
Each trial would have a strong man from Ziyang Xiao Palace as a representative, leading everyone to search for destiny, so that The number of casualties who participated in the trial was greatly reduced, and it also attracted a lot of connections and resources for Ziyang Xiaogong.
The benefits were many, and this was naturally a matter of course.
"You guys should go and help too."
Looking at the monks hurriedly down the mountain, Meng Fan sent out another sixty tree vines to follow the six groups of people, lest they encounter any unsolvable trouble.
"Everything will be fine."
Meng Fan looked at the lush vegetation at the foot of the mountain and murmured, "No one should be missing."
These words, which were almost like prayers, were naturally not addressed to those monks.
But to his companions.
"stop" "Give me what you have on me and spare your life."
"Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy."
In a dense jungle, a middle-aged man was flying quickly with an old man on his back.
Behind the two of them, there were five or six murderous sky-slaying masters, the weapons in their hands shining brightly.
With the bloodthirsty light, the fallen leaves hit it and were immediately cut into two pieces.
"Brother Wuling, put the old man down."
The old man lay on the Zhongnan man's back and glanced behind him, "The old man has nothing and no cultivation.
They shouldn't embarrass the old man.
You can go to Meng first.
Fan, then come back to the old man."
These two people were Zhang Wuling and Ning Zhengan.
On the way to meet up with Meng Fan, they encountered a robbery.
It would be fine if the other party was an ordinary person.
Zhang Wuling could handle it by himself.
However, among the people chasing them, there were two Nine-Slaying Experts.
Everyone else had also climbed to Tianmen and gathered together.
Their strength should not be underestimated, and Zhang Wuling had to take Ning Zhengan's safety into consideration, so there was no way he could let go and fight.
"Mr.
Ning is joking."
Zhang Wuling swallowed a true spirit pill and sped up a bit.
"If Wu Ling really leaves you here, why would you have the honor to meet the deputy palace master?
These people are not very fast either.
We will reach the place after a short run."
"Hey."
Ning Zhengan sighed helplessly, suddenly his eyes shrank, and he shouted, "Be careful."
Directly in front of them, five or six more green straw men suddenly appeared.
At first, the five or six straw men were like walking zombies, walking aimlessly.
Suddenly they noticed the existence of the two of them, their eyes glowed with a greedy green light, and they rushed towards the two of them.
“Damn, it’s really not the right time to come.”
Zhang Wuling cursed secretly, took a deep breath, and hurriedly turned around, intending to go around the straw man.
Unexpectedly, the man behind them fired several spells at the same time, which happened to hit him. underfoot Bang Zhang Wuling's legs suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
He rolled forward and fell heavily to the ground with Ning Zhengan.
He then struggled to stand up and continued to carry Ning Zhengan forward, staggering.
The speed is more than ten times slower than before.
Ning Zhengan lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Wuling's legs, feeling frightened.
The two legs were bloody and bloody, and the stark white bones could be clearly seen.
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There are still blood vessels and bones attached to the white bones, and the blood is dripping, which is shocking.
Ning Zhengan couldn't understand what kind of perseverance it was that supported Zhang Wuling to carry him forward.
This was a huge debt of gratitude.
Plop Zhang Wuling suddenly knelt down on one knee, freed up a hand to wipe the sweat that blurred his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Mr.
Ning, Wuling can only send you here.
Live well and see the young deputy."
After the Palace Master, Wu Ling asked him to accompany him, but he couldn't help everyone."
The straw man can pounce in seconds.
The murdering cultivators behind also stopped, staring eagerly and refusing to leave.
"Mr.
Ning, take care along the way" Zhang Wuling grabbed Ning Zheng'an's arm and threw it far away, and then his body shook.
There was a bang, and a red fire cloak condensed behind him, emitting blazing light and lighting up the surrounding trees.
"It's a pity that I don't have the chance to wear the new clothes she made."
Zhang Wuling stood up holding his legs with a look of regret on his face.
Before leaving, his wife was sewing a new suit for him.
She said that it was getting warmer and it was time to change out of the thick clothes on her body.
He said to buy a new suit and forget about it.
Now he has no shortage of money, but his wife said , how can the clothes sold outside be as fit as those made by our own women?
My wife is also pregnant.
I haven't had time to pick a name yet.
"Goodbye" Zhang Wuling murmured, raised his hand and blasted a ball of elixir fire at the five or six straw men to prevent those straw men from chasing Ning Zheng'an, then turned around and killed the monks who had been chasing them all the way.
Those straw men really chased after him.
Ning Zhengan saw Zhang Wuling fighting back from the air.
He opened his mouth bitterly, but did not say a word.
Then he closed his eyes and waited for his body to fall to the ground.
"Um" Ning Zhengan was stunned immediately.
The landing scene was not what he expected.
The body stopped softly in the air.
I opened my eyes wide and saw, oh, it turned out that someone had caught me.
"find one" “Take away, take away” Before Ning Zhengan landed, a group of unknown people came over to catch him.
They all grinned and looked extremely excited.
Ning Zhengan was in a daze for a while, he didn't recognize anyone.
Could it be that we encountered another gang of murderous and swindling monks?
Before they could regain their senses, the monks saw Zhang Wuling wearing a red fire cloak again, and the expressions on their faces became even more excited: "Wow, hahaha, there is another one over there, we are getting rich, go up, up, up, up."
The group of people drew their weapons one after another and attacked Zhang Wuling with great ferocity.
What made Ning Zhengan even more frightened was that ten blood-red vines suddenly rushed out from behind the group and joined the battle.
"Get out of here" “Are there any first come first served” "Ah, kill me" The two gangs immediately fought together, killing the trees and vines, and the green grass men.
The shouts of killing, the clash of weapons, and the explosion of spells were all mixed together.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the lush The woods shook for a while, and the fallen leaves were like the heavy snowfall in Qingqiu City, falling one after another.
"Oh, one of my own" Ning Zhengan observed blankly for a while, and finally understood that there were ten mangrove vines among those people, all of whom were helping Zhang Wuling.
Some of them could be saved, some of them could be saved.
But why do they say they got rich?
I really can’t figure it out.
"Kill a few" With the help of ten mangrove vines, the battle ended not long after.
Someone wiped the blood from the weapon on his body and asked the people around him.
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"Kill two."
Another man was wounded and was bandaging his wounds.
"I only have one, I still have Shengyidan, right?"
"Yes, even if you don't kill people, you will have a share."
"hey-hey."
Next, something that neither Ning Zhengan nor Zhang Wuling could have imagined happened: