Cannon fodder love rival of Jackie Chan Aotian

The inexplicable secret envy in Wu Tang's heart kept his eyes on Wen Yanke, and he saw Wen Yanke took out a formation disk in his hand at some point, and turned it around twice.

It seemed that he just moved the position of the surrounding leaves and stones, but in just a short moment, there was a subtle water pattern passing by around him, and Wu Tang realized that there seemed to be an invisible wall standing beside him. Array.

Wen Yanke continued to draw runes on the ground that Wu Tang couldn't understand, her face was slightly pale, Wu Tang was not proficient in the formation, and Wen Yanke couldn't tell what formation it was.

Wu Tang didn't want to disturb him at this time, so he just watched with his eyes wide open, in case any sword energy from the nearby fight hurt him.

Moxiu was outnumbered by Luo Jinzong and Jianyanzong combined, and he showed a disadvantage later on.

The headed demon Xiu Xiu was the one Wu Tang had seen before. The decent monks around him were attacking more and more fiercely. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and the black energy around him instantly surged. From the late Nascent Soul stage to the Great Perfection stage of the Nascent Soul stage, it is only one step away from the Transformation God stage.

This seems to be a forbidden technique. Moxiu's bloodless face was as white as paper at this time. I don't know what kind of spell he cast. Hei, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he forcibly opened a barrier channel beside him.

The decent monks on the side were attacked by the coercion of the demon cultivator, and their faces were all pale.But looking at his actions, there is also some expectation, waiting in case he can really open the secret realm and escape.

Therefore, both sides paused briefly at this time.

The coercion on Wu Tang's body was blocked by Wen Yanke, and his face was not as pale as theirs. He also watched closely from the sidelines and groped in the storage bag for a long time, trying to find a magic weapon that would make it last longer if the passage was opened.

But as soon as he pulled out the magic weapon, he saw the expression of the leader of the magic cultivator suddenly changed, as if he had been hit by something, and the half-open channel collapsed into pieces and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Moxiu looked solemnly at Zhendian in the distance, he seemed to say something but Wu Tang was too far away to hear it.

But just looking at the blood gushing out of the mouth of the demon cultivator, and the expressions of despair and panic of the demon cultivators around him, it can be seen.

What went wrong?

However, not only the demon cultivator, Wu Tang's elder brother also changed his expression slightly, and stared at Zhendian.

Wu Tang has been paying attention to the surrounding Zhendian, and did not see anything amiss.But also infected by their solemnity, he turned his head and stared at the leader of the magic cultivator for how long he didn't remember.

It was completely dark at this time.Silver light was quietly sprinkled from the tip of the moon, but fortunately, the eyesight of the monks was excellent and was not restricted.

"Senior brother..." Wu Tang didn't know how long he stared at the demon cultivator, but Wen Yanke, who had been silently arranging the formation beside him, suddenly heard a weak voice.

Hearing this, Wu Tang hurriedly turned her head, Wen Yanke had arranged the formation and was closing the formation. It seemed that because the formation just took too much effort, his face was paler than before. Some.

Wen Yanke covered her head and sat under the old tree root beside her, with her long legs stretched out casually, showing an extremely lazy and exhausted appearance that Wu Tang had never seen in him.

Seeing this, Wu Tang couldn't bear it, and quickly took out a bottle of qi invigorating pill from the storage bag and handed it to him: "How did you make it like this?"

Wen Yanke leaned against the root of the old tree, that handsome face seemed to be coated with a layer of brilliance in the moonlight, adding a bit of coolness to him.

Wu Tang saw with his own eyes that Wen Yanke's complexion gradually improved after taking the pill, so he relaxed a little, and then looked at the demon cultivator again. This time, he hadn't just looked at it for a while, when he heard a voice again.

"Senior brother..." Wen Yanke called him softly again, her tone was still a little weak, her words were slow, and her tone was low and hoarse.

Since Wen Yanke was sitting on the tree root at Wutang's feet, he simply squatted down and sat beside Wen Yanke.

Wen Yanke's face was still a little pale, and her lips were pressed tightly. Wu Tang looked unhappy, not worried: "Still uncomfortable? What the hell is this place that has made you torment like this?"

While talking, Wu Tang took out a lot of pills, one by one, picked out a bottle of the best potion and gave it to Wen Yanke.

Wen Yanke's expression was full of trust, and she took it without observing what elixir it was, and blinked lightly with her eyes half-closed.

"It's really a ghost place." Wen Yanke hooked Wutang's hands, and hooked all his mind and curiosity.

Wu Tang stared at him without blinking, and obediently moved over to listen to what Wen Yanke had to say.

As soon as he leaned over, Wen Yanke seemed to be extremely tired, with half-closed eyes, she leaned over with her upper body, her weight resting on Wu Tang's shoulders.

Wu Tang was crushed and leaned back against the old tree, gritted her teeth involuntarily, and put her hands on Wen Yanke's shoulders weakly, but still did not push away.

It seems that since he promised his junior brother to help him for this month last time, his junior brother has let go a lot in front of him.

But he had already agreed to his junior brother, and every time it was a coincidence, he couldn't say no to it.

It was already dark, Wutang's nose was filled with the clear fragrance of Wen Yanke's body, and Wen Yanke stretched out his hand to point forward, and Wutang looked over with her fingertips and saw——

The dilapidated inns and teahouses that had been destroyed in the fighting just now had recovered and stood there quietly at some point, with lanterns hanging on the door, swinging with the breeze.

There is no one in the teahouse, but there is life in it. Storytellers and listeners who don't know where come from, drinking tea and applauding are very lively.

The moonlight sword flowed quietly, and the buzzing sound seemed particularly abrupt and strange at this moment.

Wu Tang shivered.

From the first time he saw the stele, he felt that the place was gloomy everywhere, and entering the secret realm was not like a place that should exist in the world of cultivating immortals, but like a special wine shop in the mortal world. In an instant, I remembered the tales of mountain monsters that I had read in the mortal world.

Wu Tang's back felt cold, and subconsciously tightened Wen Yanke's sleeve beside him, looking at him and shrinking.

At this time, it seemed that Wen Yanke was leaning on Wu Tang's back, but in reality Wu Tang was curled up in his arms.

The next moment, the door of the teahouse was opened from the inside, and a knife of candlelight was released from it along with the sound of people.

The person who came out looked like a simple and honest man in his 40s. When it came to his cultivation, Wu Tang squinted his eyes and knew it with just one look—it was the early stage of transformation.

There are only three monks in the stage of transformation, even if there are only three in the entire world of cultivating immortals at this time, they are all the treasures of various sects who have not been born in seclusion.

But fortunately, the man in the transformation stage seemed to be drunk, and just after he came out, a woman followed him. The woman seemed to be the man's daughter, and said twice angrily that he ran out by herself.

Wu Tang's whole body was even colder, and she broke out in a cold sweat, because the woman was in the middle stage of transformation.

Wu Tang seemed to see some invisible picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of him.

"Brother Relax..." Wen Yanke whispered weakly in his ear, "I will protect you."