Seeing Zhao Hu accepting the magic core, the few people showed satisfied smiles on their faces. Judging from his behavior of attracting the wolves but not running away and apologizing to their group, his character is still very good.

With Zhao Hu's identity as a dark magician and his special stealth skills, they can help them complete a very important task. Therefore, they are very welcome to Zhao Hu's joining his team.

Wang Hua even smiled and patted Zhao Hu on the shoulder and said, "From now on, you are all from our Wind Adventure Group. Come with us to the Soul Burial Valley to pick a few precious Soul-Recovery Grasses and complete the tasks assigned by our teacher."

When Zhao Hu heard that Wang Hua and others were going to go to the Soul Burial Valley to pick the Soul Recovery Grass, he was happy and said, "It's such a coincidence. I also happened to go to the Soul Recovery Grass to pick the Soul Recovery Grass to save people. With your help, I am more confident in picking the Soul Recovery Grass."

Seeing the joyful look on Zhao Hu's face, Wang Hua also said happily: "I was worried about the danger of the Soul Burial Valley, so don't be unwilling to go! Now, our goals are the same, so we can go to the Soul Burial Valley with confidence."

"Ling'er and I act as the guards of the flesh shield. The second brother and sister are supported by the long-range attack power. The younger sister is responsible for defending on the side to protect the safety of the second brother and sister. Zhao Hu acted randomly." Wang Jie glanced at the purple golden lion who was swaying at him and others, and said with a calm expression on his face.

"Yes, brother." Wang Hua and his friends responded loudly, and quickly raised the scepter in their hands, ready to attack the Zijin Lion at any time and provide firepower support to Wang Jie and Li Ling.

Wang Jie and Li Ling, holding the weapons in their hands, used sharp sword techniques, and attacked from the left and right sides of the purple gold lion, leaving two scars about a foot long on the purple gold lion's body.

The traumatized purple gold lion let out an angry roar, opened its mouth wide, spit out a golden spear with metallic light, and shot towards Wang Jie. Wang Jie flexibly avoided it and hit a big tree that was hugged by one person. Suddenly, the big tree that was hugged by one person made a crisp sound, breaking, falling to the ground, splashing a piece of dust.

At this time, Wang Hua and Li Yan, who were ready to support at any time, immediately launched an attack. The crystals at the top of the scepter in their hands emitted light, and cold ice arrows, rockets with hot breath, with the sound of the wind, shot towards the purple golden lion.

Feeling the threat from the ice arrows and rockets, the purple golden lion let out an angry roar, slowing down the attack intensity and frequency of Wang Jie. With a huge figure, a flash, it flexibly avoided most of the ice arrows and rocket attacks, and broke all the dozen big trees around it.

After dodging an attack from ice arrows and rockets, the purple golden lion's fist-sized eyes were filled with bloodshots. He stared at Wang Jie and Li Yan, who were firing ice arrows and rockets. His mouth was opened, and two golden spears with sharp sharp and more than one meter long shot towards Wang Jie and Li Yan like lightning.

Just as the golden spear was about to hit Wang Jie and Li Yan, Wang Ping, who was hiding behind, released a few green lights in her blue scepter, and grass grew wildly, becoming tough and strong vines, forming a solid vine wall to block the attack of the two golden spears.

At the same time, Wang Jie and Li Ling, who are nine-star martial artists, also turned the spiritual power in their bodies and used the sharp sword technique. Two cold sword lights, more than one foot long, passed through the abdomen of the angry purple gold lion, leaving two deep scars, and a large amount of red blood continued to flow out.

Feeling the severe pain from his abdomen, the purple golden lion let out a shrill roar, and his blood-filled eyes swept through Wang Jie and Li Ling, remembering their appearance in their hearts, turning their heads, breaking several big trees, and escaping towards the distance.

The purple golden lion, who had just broken a big tree and ran away quickly to the distance, suddenly felt a cold weapon, easily pierced its hard scales, inserted it into its body, releasing an extremely toxic corrosive liquid, quickly corroding its butt, and spreading rapidly to its whole body.

Feeling the severe pain of the flesh and blood, bones in the body being corroded, the purple golden lion let out a roar of anger, and his body swung wildly, breaking dozens of big trees around him, making a crisp sound of cracking and cracking. Finally, he fell to the ground weakly, and opened his fist-sized eyes widened with an unwilling look on his face.

Looking at the dead purple golden lion with a look of unwilling expression, Zhao Hu, who was hiding beside him, removed his invisibility skills, showed his figure, took out a piece of cloth from his arms, wiped the blood on the dark dagger, and said lightly: "Fortunately, I flashed quickly, otherwise, I might have been hurt by his last struggle!"

After seeing that his butt was corroded, he looked unwilling, and he looked unwilling to see the purple golden lion lying on the ground and his eyes were dying. Wang Hua, who walked up to him, couldn't help but look surprised. He slapped Zhao Hu's shoulder with his hand and said loudly: "Brother Yang, your stealth skills combined with the dagger in your hand are simply a terrifying professional assassin. Even a strong man at the level of a great martial artist, if he is not prepared, he will be killed by you, a small one-star disciple!"

Zhao Hu shrugged his shoulders and put the wiped dark dagger in his arms and said, "Second brother, you seven-star master, don't use me as a small one-star master to start brushing. I am also a dark magician after all! How can you treat me as a professional assassin!"

Seeing the dull look on Zhao Hu's face, without any proud expression of killing the purple golden lion, Wang Hua nodded secretly, recognized Zhao Hu, the temporary team member from the bottom of his heart, and said loudly: "Brother Zhao, I like you. From now on, you will be my friend."

Looking at the smile on Wang Hua's face and feeling the sincerity in his heart, Zhao Hu knew that he had recognized himself as a temporary player from the bottom of his heart, and truly regarded himself as his teammate, rather than an optional temporary teammate. He had proved his value with his actions and was recognized by the other party.

So, Zhao Hu nodded with a smile and said, "Second brother, didn't you regard me as a friend at the beginning?"

Looking at the smile on Zhao Hu's face, Wang Hua patted his head with a smile on his face and said loudly: "How could that be! I just said it wrong, Brother Zhao, don't be surprised!"

"Don't you two quickly remove the magic core from the purple gold lion's body and leave this bloody place quickly to avoid conflict with the monsters attracted by the smell of blood. What are you still muttering there?" Wang Jie glanced at Zhao Hu and Wang Hua who were talking, and immediately reminded loudly.

"Brother, stop urging us, let's come now." Wang Hua turned his head and looked at Wang Jie and others who had gathered together, and immediately responded loudly.

As Wang Hua replied, Zhao Hu took out a sharp knife from his arms, squatted down, cut open the head of the purple gold lion, took out the gold-type magic core inside, and peeled off the damaged purple gold lion skin, then stood up and said to Wang Hua: "Second brother, let's go!"

After taking the magic core of the purple gold lion from Zhao Hu and the damaged fur into the space ring, Wang Jie looked at Zhao Hu with satisfaction, nodded and said, "Brother Zhao, you did a good job. With the help of your stealth skills, we will go to the Soul Burial Valley and complete the task of picking the Soul Recovery Grass."

He glanced at Wang Jie with a smile on his face, then at Wang Hua and others with an excited look on his face. Zhao Hu couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother, you are all fourth-level strong men. Without me, you can complete the task of picking the soul-recovering grass.

But without your help, I, a nerdy person, would not be able to find the Soul Burial Valley, let alone picking the Soul Recovery Grass and going back to save people. Therefore, it is my greatest luck to meet you."

"Brother Zhao, don't say that. Without the help of your stealth skills, it would be much more difficult for us to complete the task, and we may suffer serious trauma. Therefore, it is also our luck to meet you." Seeing the smile on Zhao Hu's face, Wang Jie said loudly.

"Don't compliment each other there. It is a huge fate that we can meet here and have the same goal. Therefore, we should rush to the Soul Burial Valley as soon as possible, pick the Soul Recovery Grass, and complete our mission!" Wang Hua, who was beside him, saw Wang Jie and Zhao Hu compliment each other there, and immediately said loudly.

"Well, time is tight, let's hurry up and hurry up!" Zhao Hu and Wang Jie said in unison.

Three days later, in a canyon in the Reis Mountains, Wang Jie reached out to stop Zhao Hu and others who were moving forward. His sharp eyes stared at the dense jungle beside the canyon, and said to Wang Ping, who was wearing a green robe and fresh and refined manner: "Little sister, there may be someone lying in there. You can use the wooden skills to check it out."

After receiving Wang Jie's reminder, Zhao Hu immediately took out the dark dagger from his arms and was careful to be alert. Wang Hua and Li Yan also quickly raised the scepter in their hands. The internal source power of their bodies was rapidly circulating. A trace of cold light was released in their eyes, and they closely observed the surrounding environment. Li Ling pulled out the long blue sword on her body and carefully protected the safety of Zhao Hu and others.

As for Wang Ping, he raised the blue scepter in his hand, and the wood-type source power halo in his body was running rapidly. A stream of essence wood-type source power was poured into the blue scepter. Suddenly, the blue scepter released a faint blue halo and fell into the jungle where Wang Jie stared at. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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