He Lan Tianxia

Having escaped the crocodile's jaws, Murong Junlan dared not be careless for a moment. The instant he turned to flee, he casually pulled back the thin rope. Jiang He's knife was gone, and Murong Junlan's rope was gone too. The crocodile, instantly freed, went berserk. It turned its head and lunged at Murong Junlan with its mouth wide open.

Murong Junlan swiftly pulled the rope back, looping it around the crocodile's mouth without even glancing at it. "I could ride on the head of that colossal Thunder Dragon," he thought, "what's a little crocodile like this?" The crocodile, not to be outdone, lunged at Murong Junlan with its massive jaws. Murong Junlan decided to teach the crocodile a lesson. It was too arrogant; if it wouldn't back down, it would have to face the consequences.

Murong Junlan pulled out the thin rope again and swung it once more. This time, he wasn't as merciful as before. Not only did he lasso the crocodile's mouth, but he also somehow managed to wed the other end of the rope into the crocodile's teeth. The crocodile was displeased. It thrashed about with all its might, determined to tear this strange creature to pieces and devour it. This body had already made its mouth water, and now it was determined to seize this opportunity. After eating this creature rich in spiritual energy, it estimated it could advance its cultivation level overnight.

The crocodile's large, bell-like eyes gleamed with a ferocious light. It growled strangely, its body and head clenching even tighter, its tail seemingly exerting even more force, smashing the mud and weeds along the pond's edge to pieces, making the already murky water even more turbid, and creating a large hole where the crocodile was lying. Suddenly, the crocodile leaped into the air and pounced.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Jiang He shouted, because at this moment Murong Junlan was facing away from the attacking crocodile. As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang He had already rushed over.

Seeing that the giant crocodile was about to devour Jiang He, Murong Junlan was anxious. He thought to himself, "Jiang He, why are you always causing trouble today? Do you think my martial arts are getting worse and worse?"

Murong Junlan leaped into the air with a 360-degree somersault, kicking Jiang He's shoulder aside and sending himself back into the crocodile's mouth. Jiang He regretted it; this was the second time he had tried to save Prince Murong by sending him into the crocodile's jaws. Jiang He was frantic; it was too late to bounce back and block it. He could only fling his hand and throw the knife in his hand towards the crocodile's mouth.

Good heavens, Guard Jiang, are you trying to use this opportunity to kill me? Are you even qualified to be a guard? If you do this a third time, I definitely won't save you. Murong Junlan could easily handle the giant crocodile alone, but that idiot Jiang He was worrying for nothing, just making things worse. What was supposed to be a hard-won victory has been made even more complicated and difficult by Jiang He. Even worse, the large sword Jiang He threw was originally meant for the crocodile, but today, like an idiot, he didn't dodge the sword at all. Instead, he used his thick, shell-covered back to deflect it. The sword bounced off the hard shell, and with a sweep of its tail, the crocodile sent the sword flying towards Murong Junlan.

A chill ran down his spine. The blade was pointed directly at Prince Murong. Jiang He was terrified; if Prince Murong were to fall directly at him, he would be ripped through the intestines. Oh dear, why is everything going like this today? Jiang He was frantic below, but in the nick of time, he leaped up and kicked the blade away.

Shh. Thank goodness. Jiang He had just breathed a sigh of relief when Murong Junlan became angry because Jiang He had once again fallen into the crocodile's mouth.