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Chapter 205 Offender

There are 12 Nascent Soul cultivators in Mu Feng's group.

Although they all knew that the risk factor of this mission was not small, overall, the atmosphere was not as tense as imagined.

A few Yanmai disciples who were familiar with each other even gossiped about some secret things in the sect on the way.

"You don't know, now that our Lord Yan Maimai's life is dying, all kinds of ghosts and snakes have appeared."

"Just yesterday, a female elder from the Lingyao Pavilion came here uninvited, asking questions like the wife of a pulse master, good guy! That bossy look almost pissed us off!"

At this time, Song Ming who was beside Mu Feng asked them, "Then why do you accept her for such unsubstantiated things? Wouldn't it be over if you just drove her away?"

The disciple of Yanmai sighed and said: "Actually, it's not groundless. In the past, the master of the veins did have a relationship with that elder. Alas, this situation is the most difficult to deal with. None of us dare to offend easily. .”

After finishing speaking, they asked Xiang Song Ming and Mu Feng: "What about you? After the Mai master's accident, have you encountered such troubles?"

Song Ming waved his hands again and again: "Our master Yumaimai didn't put his mind on Taoist companions. If anyone comes to the door, it must be the enemy."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words, it was considered a compliment to Song Ming.

Seeing everyone's eyes falling on him, Mu Feng thought for a while and then said: "Our Master Zimo of Huangmai has no time to find a Taoist companion, and the chief Senior Brother Zhao is here. Busy, just cultivating and dealing with some chores, the time is already taken up."

Zhao Dalong's recklessness is well known among disciples of the three veins.

After listening to Mu Feng's words, the members of the same group suddenly said: "It's not easy for Master Zimo these years."

After a while, everyone has stepped into the area where the mountain temple is located.

Sensing that the fluctuation of Mingyan was not far from here, Mu Fengdang even wanted to send an order to the other party to let him go for a walk for a while.

However, before he could spread out the wave of spirit and soul, Ming Yan already sensed his master's aura and swam over.

It spouted black mist flames from its mouth, its eyes gleamed with excitement, and galloped out from behind the mountain temple, appearing in the sight of everyone in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of these Nascent Soul Realm disciples, the black flood dragon is now completely like the reaction a weasel will have when it sees a chicken cub.

"Everyone from the same sect! The flames are dangerous and weird. If you fight hard, even the elders of the Faxiang Realm will not be their opponents. Everyone will run separately, and the few who survive are counted!"

One of the oldest disciples suddenly spoke.

The voice has not yet completely fallen, and the others are already flying towards the rear like an arrow leaving the string.

Seeing this, the rest of them also chose a direction and ran with all their strength.

Everyone kept praying in their hearts, hoping that the dragon-like flame would chase other fellow disciples, not themselves.

"Okay, don't come here, just stay there and don't move around."

After quietly passing a word to his little black flame, Mu Feng immediately pretended to run away in a hurry, and headed for the dense forest below.

He intends to use a trick to hide his eyes, so that everyone can see that he has fallen into the woods.

What to do after that, isn't it up to you?

This strategy is simple and practical, but Mu Feng did not succeed.

Because just as he was darting downwards, he was blocked by Song Ming who was running wildly for no reason.

It is not appropriate to say that it is blocking. From the perspective of others, Song Ming's actions are completely rescuing his teammates regardless of his own life.

"Qin Mang, I really admire you. Although there is a word Mang in your name, you can't be as straightforward as Zhao Dalong at such a critical moment!"

Along with Song Ming's urgent shouts, there were several words of his cultivation power.

The strength of the cultivation base in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm turned into a circle of ropes, which bound Mu Feng's body, dragged him and ran away.

Because in Song Ming's view, fleeing to the jungle below is tantamount to seeking death.

Originally, the speed of the monks couldn't escape the pursuit of the flames, but this stupid junior still ran into the forest.

Isn't this handing wood to the arsonist?

Mu Feng was very surprised that Song Ming would come to rescue him.

The two have only known each other for half a day, and they are not disciples of the same lineage. It is a bit surprising that the other party can act like this.

Song Ming made a sudden attack full of complaints, and the monks who were busy running away knew that he was saving people.

However, in Mingyan's eyes, things changed.

It felt that that weak human being was so gutsy that he even dared to tie up his master!

And the other party also used words to mock the master as a barbarian!

This made Mingyan so angry, it even forgot Mu Feng's instruction to let it stay in place just now, with a flick of its long tail, the whole dragon rushed towards Song Ming's direction like a cannonball.

The rest of the team watched this scene from a distance, and they all silently mourned for the two fellow disciples in their hearts.

Song Ming was so frightened that his head was sweating profusely, his voice seemed to be weeping blood when he spoke: "It's over, it's over! We two are going to die together today."

Although his voice was bleak, he didn't throw Mu Feng away, let alone use him as a shield.

Mu Feng looked at Ming Yan silently, and sent a voice transmission to him: "He just wanted to save me, and what he said was just a joke, don't hurt others, just play somewhere else if you want to play prestige."

Mingyan blinked aggrievedly: "I didn't play prestige, I was angry, do you want to go to the mountain temple later? Can you play with me?"

Mu Feng: "I want to go, but I have other things to do, so I won't play with you."

"Oh, great."

Mingyan responded with a 'Zhizhi', and then let out a scorching breath, separating his master from the offender.

Mu Feng continued to fall into the forest according to the original plan.

Song Ming was pushed out by the air wave for more than ten miles, and his eyes were aching from the heat.

He was even thinking: Wouldn't he become blind before he died?

But soon he found that his eyes were fine, and when he opened his eyes, a huge black dragon head was in front of him.

The black dragon had a ferocious look, and the steaming mist from his nose caused even the space to distort a little.

But the strange thing is that Song Ming has always been intact.

At this moment, he couldn't divide his mind to think too much.

He didn't dare to move and hung in mid-air, didn't even dare to breathe, let the terrifying dragon lean close to him to smell and look around.

Ming Yan swam around the offender's body twice, and then went elsewhere.

Until the black flood dragon had completely disappeared from sight, Song Ming still hadn't fully recovered.

Cold sweat had already soaked the back of his clothes, and his legs were as soft as boiled noodles.

After a slight adjustment, he floated into the distance in a trance with a trace of doubt about life.