Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

It has to be said that the fate between the hero and the heroine is indeed very deep. How deep is it? ! The hero Jiang Wenbai had not been down the mountain for two hours when he met the heroine Chu Yanhong.

This is good, this is great, this is very good, it will push the plot forward, allow the two to have more contact and get to know each other better, and lay a perfect and flawless foundation for their future relationship, but have you ever considered the feelings of a cannon fodder like me!!!

Yan Wenmo hid behind Xuanyuan Jing speechlessly, clutching the bag. He looked terrified but extremely angry inside. Damn, I really don't want to leave at all with this kind of plot.

Perhaps Xuanyuan Jing knew that Yan Wenmo standing behind her was a mortal, so she subconsciously protected Yan Wenmo tightly.

While protecting Yan Wenmo, she also looked at Ouyang Xian and Jiang Wenbai who were fighting with the heroine with a worried look on her face. With a movement of her hands, a vine as thick as a bowl shot up into the sky and tied up the heroine tightly.

Thanks to Xuanyuan Jing's unexpected move, Chu Yanhong was unable to move for a while. Seeing this, Jiang Wenbai slashed with his sword without any mercy. It seemed that if Chu Yanhong did not dodge, she would be seriously injured.

But Chu Yanhong was a magic cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage after all. When Jiang Wenbai's sword energy was about to hurt her, she had already used her magic energy to break the vines that bound her, and even found the time to strike towards the open space where Xuanyuan Jing was.

The palm wind with demonic energy blew a big hole where Xuanyuan Jing was originally staying. Fortunately, Yan Wenmo saw the situation and pulled Xuanyuan Jing away from the danger zone. Otherwise, with her strength, she would have died under this palm.

Looking at the nearly ten-meter-long pit in front of her with lingering fear, Xuanyuan Jing's face turned pale. She stared blankly at Yan Wenmo, who was also pale, and said in a trembling voice:

“Thirteenth brother, she…she is so powerful?!”

Yan Wenmo nodded in agreement, and then gave Xuanyuan Jing an extremely sincere exhortation:

"This is the Saint of the Demon Cult, Chu Yanhong. She is a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and very powerful. You are still very weak now. If you meet her, don't fight her head-on. You must run, understand?!"

Seeing Yan Wenmo's solemn expression, Xuanyuan Jing nodded obediently, and then looked at Jiang Wenbai and Ouyang Xian who were already injured with a worried look on her face, and couldn't help but pull Yan Wenmo and asked with concern:

"Thirteen, what should we do?! They are seriously injured, will they..."

Before Xuanyuan Jing finished speaking, Yan Wenmo said with a firm look on his face:

"will not"

Xuanyuan Jing looked at Yan Wenmo, who was full of confidence, with a surprised look on her face, and couldn't help but test him:

"Why?!"

Yan Wenmo looked at Xuanyuan Jing with a smug look on his face, and said without any shame:

"Because when I first saw this demon cultivator, I asked you to send a message to Master Shangguan, so Master Shangguan will be here in a few minutes at most."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jing was stunned. She stared blankly at Ouyang Xian and Jiang Wenbai who were fighting with Chu Yanhong, and couldn't help but frowned and asked:

"What if the eldest brother is entangled by other demon cultivators and can't come?"

Regarding this, Yan Wenmo confidently guaranteed:

"impossible"

"why?"

"Because the Saintess of the Demon Cult we met is the most powerful one among the demon cultivators who came down the mountain for training this time, so there won't be any demon cultivators more powerful than her."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Jing was silent for two seconds, then she stared blankly at the two people who were still fighting with Chu Yanhong and muttered to herself:

"Then we are really unlucky."

Yan Wenmo deeply agreed with Xuanyuan Jing's complaints. She looked at the two people who were fighting with Chu Yanhong and repeated Xuanyuan Jing's words:

“It’s really unlucky.”

Although Ouyang Xian and Jiang Wenbai had some difficulty dealing with Chu Yanhong, a saint girl of the Demon Cult, they had fought with Chu Yanhong many times before. Therefore, when Chu Yanhong hit Ouyang Xian with her palm, Jiang Wenbai took the opportunity to stab Chu Yanhong's lower abdomen with a sword, leaving a mark of love.

In the chaos, Ouyang Xian narrowly avoided the palm wind from Chu Yanhong, and then swallowed subconsciously. After realizing that there was very little spiritual power left in his dantian, he felt that he might die here.

Chu Yanhong did not take Ouyang Xian's worries seriously. She covered the new wound on her abdomen and looked at Jiang Wenbai opposite her with shame and anger. Jiang Wenbai was obviously covered with wounds but still refused to give in. She was about to attack again, but at this moment her brows suddenly frowned, and then she fled without hesitation.

Originally Yan Wenmo was wondering why she wanted to escape, until she saw Shangguan Zhi and Zhao Wenlong rushing over, then she nodded with a look of understanding.

He is indeed the most reliable senior brother. Calculating the time, it has only been ten minutes since Jiang Wenbai used the communication talisman.

He came all the way here in dirt. Such friendship is truly rare. No wonder Jiang Wenbai is afraid of him but respects him more.

Although Chu Yanhong who escaped was also powerful, she was still not as good as Zhao Wenlong and Shangguan Zhi. In addition, Jiang Wenbai and Yu Ouyang Xian in front of her who refused to give in, it would probably not be good for her if she stayed here.

Seeing Chu Yanhong leave, Jiang Wenbai did not pursue her. After all, his current condition was not very good. As if relieved, Jiang Wenbai fell from mid-air and was then caught by Shangguan Zhi.

Jiang Wenbai half-leaned on Shangguan Zhi with great difficulty. Judging from his increasingly heavy breathing, this battle had consumed most of his mind and spiritual power. Ouyang Xian's performance was not much better than Jiang Wenbai's. Although he landed steadily, he half-knelt as soon as he landed, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Seeing that the two were in critical condition, Shangguan Zhi and Zhao Wenlong did not dare to be careless. They took out healing pills from their arms and gave them to the two to take. After taking the pills, the two did not dare to delay any longer and started to meditate and practice.

Xuanyuan Jing looked at Jiang Wenbai and Ouyang Xian, whose breathing was gradually stabilizing, and walked directly behind them without any hesitation. With a serious expression, she exerted force with both hands, forcibly inputting her spiritual power into their bodies and circulating it along their meridians, forcibly forcing out the evil energy that the heroine had just injected into their bodies with the palm wind.

Shangguan Zhi had heard that Xuanyuan Jing had the ability to expel the evil spirits in the bodies of cultivators, but this was only hearsay. Now that he had really seen it with his own eyes, he was still surprised for a long time, and then he whispered in admiration to Yan Wenmo who was silently watching the show:

"Junior Brother Yan has a really good eye!"

Yan Wenmo looked at him in confusion, then looked at Xuanyuan Jing, whose face was slightly pale, and said calmly:

"It is my luck that Miss Xuanyuan met me. It is also a blessing for the common people that a righteous cultivator has Miss Xuanyuan. What does this have to do with vision? Everything is just destined."

Shangguan Zhi didn't say much about Yan Wenmo's modesty, but just smiled and let it go. After all, everyone has secrets, and what does it matter whether he knows about these secrets or not.

He didn't believe that Yan Wenmo's saving Xuanyuan Jing was just a coincidence, nor did he believe that his junior brother Jiang Wenbai would send him a message in advance for no reason saying that he had met the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult. He was just a little curious about the identity of this Haotian Sect's servant and how long Yan Shisan would take over.

One day? One year? Or ten years or a hundred years? It didn't matter. After all, the life span of a monk was very long. His true face would be revealed one day, and he believed that day was not too far away.