Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

The monk beside him looked at him with amusement, "Maybe if you go down, they will still eat your little one."

"Just focus on searching. They shouldn't be able to get far."

After all, the sixth floor is not very big. It is just a forest, and the soul cannot run far.

A group of people were busy. Song Yulan looked at Yu Zhao's right arm curiously. It was just like that "swish" movement just now. What was it called?

Burning flames.

It just popped up.

Seeing that she was very interested, Yu Zhao raised his hand and summoned it out again. Soon he could use it freely. It had more spiritual awareness than spiritual power, and he could use it flexibly as long as he thought about it.

Moreover, this seems to be an endless flame, unlike spiritual power which has limits, and can be used as infinite spiritual power.

The flame in the palm of her hand burned slowly, and Song Yulan couldn't help but want to touch it, because this thing looked harmless and warm like the flame that burned at the end of a candle combustion chamber.

But the hand was stretched out in the air, but was quickly stopped by Ye Qingshan on the opposite side with a stern tone.

"Once you get this burning flame stuck to you, it's like a monkey skin plaster. You can't get it off at all. Your hands will be burned to a skeleton."

"Oh no, I'm afraid there won't even be a skeleton left."

Song Yulan looked at him in shock as he covered her wrist. Ye Qingshan quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been pricked by a needle, and put his palm into his sleeve. The red tips of his ears looked particularly suspicious.

Even Song Yulan who was standing next to her looked a little strange. She looked unaffected, but her fingertips were curled up and she was tightly gripping her sleeves.

There's something going on with these two...

Yu Zhao looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away, turning to look at the flame in the center of his palm. The warm flame carried an indelible will.

It can be seen at a glance that this burning flame is not ordinary.

After a moment, Fen Yan turned into a little fire man and stepped playfully onto Yu Zhao's shoulder. The tail on his butt burned several black holes in his clothes, and Yu Zhao hurriedly put it back in his hand.

Afraid it would burn her clothes.

But it was still restless, trying desperately to climb onto Yu Zhao's clothes and climb to a higher place.

In the end, Yu Zhao still held him in the palm of her hand. After all, her hair was very fragile. If Fen Yan jumped on it, wouldn’t he burn her into a bald head?

Not advisable.

Now her skin is like a layer of heat-insulating clothing. As long as her hands are there, Fen Yan cannot hurt anyone else.

Zhen Wuqing asked, "Shall we go to the seventh floor now?"

Ye Qingshan was very hesitant. Now they had no idea about the seventh floor and could only stare blankly.

Song Yulan on the opposite side: "..."

She really wanted to hit him with a hammer. Why was he rolling his eyes at her?

"Maybe we can follow the people from the Wanjian Sect." Yu Zhao suggested with his eyes lowered.

Hearing this, everyone looked at her and wanted to follow others. In fact, they had thought about it, but they had already left, and now they couldn't find anyone if they wanted to catch up.

Yu Zhao smiled indifferently and took out a talisman from his sleeve. The talisman paper rustled in the wind, bending and flying, and a faint silk thread connected to the distance.

"I just asked my junior sister to put a small gift on that female cultivator." The girl smiled brightly.

It was obvious that the people from the Wanjian Sect wanted to fight with them at first, but they ran away halfway, with hurried steps, and it was obvious that they had something urgent to do.

Si Ziming is already dead. Even if we go to look for him, we won't find him.

So positive.

And they were heading in another direction, probably looking for something else.

Maybe they also have to go to the seventh floor to find the Red Sun Soul Cleansing Liquid. Fortunately, I had a trick up my sleeve. Although they can find the entrance to the seventh floor by following Shen Yuzhuo,

But now she wants to snatch food from the tiger's mouth...

Yu Zhao picked up a piece of dogtail grass from somewhere, held it in his mouth and shook it. He estimated that the time was about right, then he slowly stood up and led them to follow the direction indicated on the talisman.

The thin silk thread flickered, and even when it encountered wind, it did not shake, and its direction was always clear.

Seeing them leave, Shen Yuzhuo, who was not far away, did not follow them directly. Instead, he slowly wiped the spirit sword. Qin Yun patted the dust off the corner of his clothes and sighed, "Yu Zhao and the others are in trouble."

The people from the Wanjian Sect will not let this go.

Le Li shook his head, "That's not just a normal trouble, it's a big trouble."

"Maybe the Wanjian Sect and the Qingcheng Sect will start fighting."

The struggle between the two sects...

It's difficult.

Whether they should help is also a question. If they get involved, Haoyun Sect will also be involved, and it is unlikely that they will stand idly by.

It is very likely that they will join in a big commotion. After all, they have a cooperative relationship with the Qingcheng Sect. Not to mention ordinary exchange disciples, even exchange elders have been born.

unprecedented.

Their master should support them. The disciples of Wanjian Sect also play with swords, but their character is not good. If they can take things away, it is their ability.

Just put the things there and anyone can get them.

The Wanjian Sect once said that as long as they could get the item, the sect would not interfere maliciously and would allow them to return it intact.

The results are better now.

A group of disciples from the Wanjian Sect blocked the other party and wouldn't let them leave. Although they gave in on their own initiative, their unhappy expressions showed that they were definitely planning something bad.

Qin Yun frowned, especially at the guy named Jian Nanyi. As expected of him, his surname was Jian, as he acted like an old fellow from the Wanjian Sect.

Once someone takes something good, they won't let him leave and will have to spit it out. Not to mention a human, even an ant passing by will have to peel off its skin.

It’s difficult…

I'll ask for help when the time comes. If that doesn't work, use the jade token to call for help and ask Master to come over. He's free anyway, so it might be good for him to join in the fun in the Wanjian Sect. This will save him from squatting by the river fishing every day, and mushrooms are almost growing on his head.

Music theory actually has the same idea: when one side is in trouble, all sides will come to its aid.

Shen Yuzhuo, who was standing beside the tree trunk, pursed his lips slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his dark eyes. Wanjian Sect... In fact, the entire Wanjian Sect disappeared in his previous life.

It seems to be related to the demon world.

When he passed by, he smelled a bloody odor and went up to take a look.

Corpses were scattered all over the mountains.

The broken limbs were scattered all over the branches, broken beyond repair, not even the bones were intact, and there was a river of blood under the feet, which was daunting.

Being able to deal with every monk so cruelly...

That person must be very disgusted with the Wanjian Sect, but the Wanjian Sect seems to have nothing to do with the Demon Realm.