Shang Qian was clever and clever, and bandaged Bei Mingjie's wound in the blink of an eye.
However, Bei Mingjie's face was slightly pale, his breath was disordered, and the injury was obviously not as minor as imagined.
"Are you okay, little prince?"
Zhuang Shaoyu asked.
"It's okay, it's just a fourth-class demon spirit."
Bei Mingjie shook his head and said, "I was careless."
"Well, if you encounter another demon spirit in the next two days, I'll leave it to you.
The young prince can heal his wounds on his own."
"good."
Chen Hang, the leader of the Merchant Nursing Home on the side, stood there with his arms folded and his eyes flat, seeming to have a slight disdain for this leader of the younger generation of the Beiming clan.
As Beimingjie said, the mere fourth The strength of the demon spirit itself can only be equivalent to the level of the Holy Heaven Realm, and the reason why Bei Mingjie was injured can only show that he is not good at learning, and his lack of experience in combat will lead to injuries caused by such a strong imbalance in strength.
Lin Muyu said nothing, looked at the color of the sky, silently picked up some firewood, and almost lit the bonfire outside the campsite.
"Young hero, you can go to sleep."
Sikong Yao said happily: "I'm used to staying up late, so I'm here to keep watch today."
"No, you still said I would do it."
Lin Muyu shook her head: "I'm used to it, you all go to bed, Buyi, you go to sleep too."
"good."
Naturally, Liu Buyi could not see the lack of spiritual power in Lin Muyu's body.
Sikong Yao, Shang Qian, Zhuang Shaoyu and others were also unable to see through the convergence ability of the spiritual pulse technique, so they all went back to the tent to rest.
At night, the sky is full of stars, and wisps of mist fall down to form dew, which moistens the earth.
Lin Muyu floated back to the trunk of the pine tree, held the Ice Yuan Sword in her arms, closed her eyes, and practiced on her own while keeping vigil.
The God Binding Lock and the Seven-Yam Immortal Gourd faintly revealed light, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy of the world.
To restore the master's depleted divine power, and if Lin Muyu uses the spiritual pulse technique, he can sense the coming crisis even in light sleep.
Fortunately, except for this fourth-level demon spirit, there were no other troublemakers this night.
But after dawn broke, Shang Qian and Sikong Yao had already woken up.
They woke up Liu Buyi and started cooking breakfast.
The breakfast was very simple.
Just put the cooked meat that was not eaten last night into the soup and reheat it.
Then each person would have their own portion.
Hand out two pieces of noodles from Tianji City, eat them and then hit the road.
After all, the trip is a long way, and if you delay, it will probably be a year or two before you can return to the Tianji Empire.
The morning light shone in the jungle, reflecting dazzling rays of light.
Sikong Yao squinted her beautiful eyes and followed behind Lin Muyu.
Everyone was holding the war horses.
It was difficult to travel in the mountains.
It was no longer possible to ride here, and the war horses could only ride on flat ground.
Only by doing so can it be effective.
"Oops, there's no way ahead."
Shi Tianming, who was walking at the front, suddenly said with some complaint: "I knew that there was no way to go through this road.
There are thorns in front of me.
What should I do?"
"It's just a forest of thorns, what are you afraid of?"
Bei Mingjie raised his eyebrows and said, "Just burn it."
"Burn" Shi Tianming was stunned.
"Yes, burn it" Bei Mingjie floated forward.
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Although he was injured, it did not affect his ability to use his divine power.
The very pure power of the Law of Fire was in his palms.
He suddenly raised his palms, and suddenly there seemed to be a rain of fire in the air.
In front of him Hundreds of meters of thorn forest burned in the flames, like a natural disaster.
Lin Muyu frowned and said, "If the wind blows to the east, the flames will definitely spread to the east.
There is a very dense jungle to the east.
I'm afraid it will cause a wildfire."
"fine."
Zhuang Shaoyu laughed and took out a fan from his waist.
It was a purple gold fan with bright light and extraordinary momentum.
At a glance, it was clear that it was much more expensive than Liu Buyi's Tianji Fan.
Zhuang Shaoyu swayed the fan gently, blowing winds.
The power of the law was full of energy, and he smiled and said: "In this case, just change the direction of the wind."
As he spoke, the fan shook violently, and the wind suddenly started to roar, and the strong wind blew from all directions, gathering all the flames in the thorn forest until the flames were extinguished.
In this way, it is true that it will not Cause any wildfires.
"Wow, what a powerful power to control the wind law."
Shang Qian smiled broadly and praised sincerely.
Zhuang Shaoyu is naturally complacent.
For him, the cultivators among the younger generation are all mediocre people.
There are not many who can reach his level of cultivation, but they can show off their talents in front of the two goddesses he likes. , this is naturally what Zhuang Shaoyu yearns for.
Liu Buyi and Shi Tianming also opened their mouths, marveling at Zhuang Shaoyu and Bei Mingjie's ability to control power.
Only Lin Muyu lowered his head and said nothing, holding the reins and said: "Let's go, the fire has stopped, you can go, the people in front The road is slightly flat, so we should be able to mount our horses.”
Sikong Yao nodded, but looked at Lin Muyu very curiously, and asked in a low voice with a smile: "Young hero, what do you think of the cultivation level of brother Shaoyu and the young prince?
They are people who can call the wind and rain."
"Not bad."
Lin Muyu whispered.
"What do you mean it's not bad?"
Sikong Yao was surprised.
Lin Muyu smiled, lowered her voice as much as possible, and said: "It's very simple.
This jungle is a forbidden area of the Tianji Empire.
It is the legendary Forest of No Return.
It is said that there is a powerful demon spirit of the demon emperor level dormant.
We, we still It’s better to keep a low profile and rush on the road.
Such arrogance may not be a good thing.
Who can resist the demon emperor?
When we are in danger, we should be cautious and conserve our maximum strength to deal with the crisis that comes at any time. " Sikong Yao seemed very satisfied with this answer, nodded and chuckled: "Yes, I completely agree.
You are really different from the two of them."
"Why is it different?"
Lin Muyu became interested.
Sikong Yao hesitated for a moment, unable to explain, and pouted: "It's just different anyway.
Stop talking.
They've gone far away.
Let's follow them."
"Um."
The mountain breeze is warm, the morning light is clear, and the air in the mountain is very fresh.
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Zhuang Shaoyu, who is riding in front of him, can't help but smile: "It's been a long time since I walked out.
This scene is really touching.
I once traveled here when I was young."
I was here and followed Master's teachings to be cautious, but now I come back and find that the monsters here are just like this, and the Demon Emperor is just a legend, no one has ever seen it, and it is mostly made up."
North Pluto nodded and smiled: "Yes."
Zhuang Shaoyu unfolded the folding fan with a "cw" sound, and swayed gracefully and said: "Young prince, I heard that the young prince is a master of poetry and flame.
He is known as the first among the new talents of the Beiming royal family.
Why don't you recite a poem with such a beautiful scenery?
" Bei Mingjie chuckled: "Brother Shaoyu is willing to give in to the essay on martial arts.
I don't dare to take the lead.
Brother Shaoyu should sing first, and I will naturally follow."
"In this case, I will show my shame.
This poem is based on wind."
Zhuang Shaoyu took a deep breath, looked up at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and picked up a five-character poem at his fingertips: "The breeze is echoing again, and the horses are crossing the hills.
Laughing and talking are entering fairyland, and the clouds are flying in the sky."
"Okay."
Shang Qian clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Mr.
Zhuang is indeed very talented in literature."
Zhuang Shaoyu was proud and said with a smile: "Little prince, it's your turn."
Bei Mingjie groaned deeply and said: "The mountain gate appears on the top of the clouds, and the fog in the forest is cold and cold.
There is no place to find immortals, only people gathering herbs."
"Good" Zhuang Shaoyu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Good, there is no place to find immortality" Sikong Yao and Shang Qian also laughed and cheered.
At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes fell on Lin Muyu, who was walking silently, and said: "Since there are three people competing together, will the young hero also come and compose a poem to cheer for the fun?"
"I'm not good at literary talent, so I won't use it," Lin Muyu said.
"Young hero, don't be too modest.
Judging from your words and deeds, you must be an elegant person.
Besides, you are Miss Sikong Yao's distinguished guest.
Tianji Continent has always advocated both civil and military skills.
How can it be that young hero can't write poetry?
If you can't even If you don't even know poetry, how can you be a distinguished guest of Tianji Sect?"
Zhuang Shaoyu was aggressive.
Bei Mingjie also laughed dryly: "Yes, young hero, there is no need to be modest.
With the effort of burning an incense stick, you can always compose a poem."
"No."
Lin Muyu rode his horse forward and recited a poem in a flowing voice: "Panasonic asked the boy, saying that the teacher went to collect medicine.
Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and I don't know where to go." "" "" Everyone was shocked.
After a while, Bei Mingqiu clapped his hands and said: "What a poem, what a poem, what a beautiful artistic conception.
I didn't expect that the young hero is indeed a master of both civil and military arts.
He is neither simple nor simple."
"The young prince is ridiculous."
Lin Muyu sneered from the bottom of his heart.
I have read three hundred Tang poems by heart.
You sour guys want to fight with me about poetry.
Isn't there a road to heaven if you don't take it?
Hell has no door to break in.
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Zhuang Shaoyu smiled lukewarmly and said: "I just saw the same literary talents.
As for the martial arts with both civil and military skills, I don't know when I will be lucky enough to see the martial arts cultivation of the young hero."
"I will definitely do it."
Lin Muyu smiled faintly.
At this time, the divine power in his body had recovered to about 60%.
It was not a problem to take action.
The problem was that he could not face the Demon King-level demon spirit, otherwise he would only bring humiliation to himself.
Besides, , Chen Hang, who has the highest level of cultivation among this group of people, is at least a god-king level.
He didn't even speak, so he had better keep a low profile.
At this moment, a "rustling" sound suddenly came from the bushes in the distance, and many grass blades could be faintly shaken, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"A guest has arrived," Zhuang Shaoyu said coldly.
The guest was none other than a pack of wolves.
Lin Muyu's spiritual pulse technique has long sensed this group of wolves, but these wolves have lower cultivation levels.
Their necks are full of patterns, with a total of nine colors.
They are the legendary ninth-level demon spirits, and their strength is at most equal to The five-hundred-year-old spirit beasts in the Broken Cauldron Realm are not worth mentioning.
The only thing that makes people fearful is that there are a large number of these demon spirit wolves, at least there are more than thirty.
"It's Wolfhound."
Sikong Yao smiled slightly and said: "We are really lucky.
We met a pack of wolves on the first day we entered the mountain
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