There's something wrong with the general.

Curled up in Zhiming's arms, Wen Yuxi poked out his furry head and looked at the five people.

"The older one's surname is Mu. He's the one who invited everyone here to hunt dragons. The two on the left are disciples of the Qiongshan Sect, and the two on the right with swords on their backs are disciples of the Wanjian Sect."

Zhiming stood beside him and transmitted the message.

"What's their level of cultivation? What if they discover us and think we're trying to steal their treasure?"

"The one surnamed Mu is at the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage, and the other four are all in the late Foundation Establishment stage."

Oh my god, is his cultivation level that high?

Wen Yuxi turned around and looked at Zhimingdao with sparkling eyes.

"What about you, Senior Brother? What stage of cultivation have you reached?"

Wen Yuxi tilted her head back, not wanting to miss any of his glances.

Zhiming's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Wen Yuxi quietly, and the arms around him gradually tightened.

Wen Yuxi placed her hands on his chest, staring at him intently, her back straight, refusing to let him go.

Zhiming looked at him for a long while, then slowly approached with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Golden elixir stage."

Wen Yuxi took a deep breath, reached out, touched his chin, and glanced around: "So you were hiding your abilities in the inn?"

Zhiming slowly lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at him quietly, without comment.

The truth is out.

He said, this person looks like a person who has attained great enlightenment.

How could a small copy in the inn stump him?

It seems like he is just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!

Wen Yuxi secretly complained in his heart: He is so sinister and treacherous!

Zhiming pulled his hand down, held it in his hand, pinched his fingertips, and explained, "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Wen Yuxi certainly knew what he meant.

At that time they were just strangers who met by chance!

Wen Yuxi nestled in his arms, relaxed, and grinned; "I know."

Zhiming lowered his head to look into his eyes and whispered softly, "I won't do that again."

Wen Yuxi shook his hand back and said with a smile, "I understand. Senior Brother, I know you won't lie to me, but when can we set off now?"

Zhiming touched his forehead, his brows relaxed, his lips curled up, and he smiled: "When the snow stops, they will leave."

A beautiful woman’s smile can dispel all worries.

Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding when he saw this.

Foul, foul!

I wonder how many women in the immortal sect are dream lovers of this senior brother of his!

At this moment.

"Friend Mu, the snow has stopped outside, let's go."

One of the Wanjianmen disciples said.

This man arrived at Bingjian Mountain, but did not find the snow-colored dragon, and his face looked unhappy.

Seeing it was snowing outside, he immediately reminded everyone to set off quickly.

When the others saw this, they all looked at the leader.

The cultivator surnamed Mu smiled faintly and said, "Four Daoists, please be patient. I've heard that this snow dragon loves meat. Now that the snow has stopped, it will naturally come out to look for food. We will go out later and throw some meat in the snow, which will naturally attract it."

He stood up, took a few steps, and then slowly said, "I wonder what everyone brought."

Upon hearing this, the Qiongshan Sect disciple quickly said, "I haven't dealt with the body of the Level 2 Lightning Leopard monster I hunted before."

An older disciple from Wanjian Mountain stepped forward and said, "My junior brother and I have some materials from a level three demon beast. I wonder if they could be of use to us."

Monk Mu nodded and said, "I have a third-level demon beast inner core here. I can definitely lure it here."

There was a determined look on his face.

He took it out and held it up in front of everyone.

A red bead, as big as a bullet, with spiritual energy rotating on it, very abundant.

The other four people stared at the bead intently, all of them envious.

Monk Mu noticed the expressions of the crowd, but since he had the highest cultivation level among the group, he felt somewhat fearless.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of the Wind Tamer Beast? This is the beast's inner elixir."

The eyes of several people brightened, and they looked at the man with admiration.

"I really admire Brother Mu for being able to hunt down the Wind Control Beast."

Wen Yuxi was a little puzzled. He touched Zhiming's hand and asked, "Is this wind-controlling beast very powerful?"

Zhiming took his hand and placed it on his chest, saying, "The Wind Beast can control the wind and is extremely fast. Most cultivators would flee the moment they encounter it, so it's not easy to catch."

Wen Yuxi nodded secretly: "It seems that this cultivator surnamed Mu must have some magical weapon that can increase his speed."

Zhiming patted his head and said, "Perhaps, but if we can find the trace of the Wind Beast in advance and set a trap in advance, we can catch it."

Wen Yuxi looked at the red bead with some greed, and the spiritual power in his body began to stir.

I really want to eat that inner elixir.

This was the same feeling he had when Senior Brother Zhiming passed a breath of spiritual energy into his mouth just now.

As soon as the spiritual power entered his stomach, it was swallowed up by his body.

His aura is really delicious.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help licking his lips, feeling a lingering aftertaste.

The five of them talked for a while, all about how to hunt the snow dragon.

After everything was ready, they finally went out and left on their flying swords.

Wen Yuxi breathed a sigh of relief.

I was really about to suffocate to death just now.

He didn't dare move too much, as it would be terrible if he was discovered.

Now I can finally stretch my muscles.

Pulling out from Zhiming's arms, Wen Yuxi urged, "Brother, let's go too."

Zhiming nodded. "Dragon is bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty. If there really is a snow dragon here, it will be attracted by the blood energy they create and will probably not be able to leave for a while."

Wen Yuxi blinked and nodded frantically.

"In that case, let's go."

Zhiming put his arm around Wen Yuxi's waist.

He summoned his flying sword, leaped forward, and whispered in his ear, "Hold on tight!"

"Hey?" Again!

Wen Yuxi, like a little bitter melon, put her arms around his waist without complaint.

Help!

Although it was really warm and comfortable in his senior brother's arms, he would easily feel sleepy once he got on the flying sword.

Just like when he took the high-speed train before, he felt sleepy as soon as he got on the train. It was magical.

Zhiming seemed to sense that something was wrong with him, so he tightened his cloak around him and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

His eyes were drooping, shimmering and sparkling, and there was a reflection of Wen Yuxi in his eyes.

Wen Yuxi looked at him like this and suddenly felt her legs go weak.

Brother, please stop exuding your charm everywhere and at any time!!

Somehow, I thought of the kiss just now again.

Obviously, he had no erotic thoughts, he just took a breath and then withdrew.

But the warm and soft touch is real!

As soft as jelly and very elastic.

It's so memorable...what the hell!

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but licked her lips, a trace of embarrassment and shame showing on her face.

Why does Transsion still have to use that kind of fancy operation?

Wen Yuxi turned her head away angrily and buried it in his arms, muffled voice saying, "It's okay!"

Ugh!

If this continues, he will fall.

I thought I liked Wen Qianyi before, could it be that I changed my mind all of a sudden?

Wen Yuxi sighed inwardly; all men are pigs, including himself!

Zhiming lowered his head and patted his head: "Don't be depressed."

Wen Yuxi nudged herself in his arms like a cat, finding a comfortable position.

He tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his face.

Zhiming stared at him for a moment, then turned his head to look into the distance and flew his sword with peace of mind.