Shang Qian was skillful and bandaged the wound for Beimingjie in a blink of an eye. Beimingjie's face was slightly pale and her breath was disordered. The injury was obviously not as light as imagined.

"It's okay, little prince." Zhuang Shaoyu asked.

"It's okay, just a fourth-class demon spirit." Bei Mingjie shook his head and said, "I was careless."

"Well, if you encounter a demon spirit again in the next two days, I'll leave it to you. The little prince will heal himself."

"good."

Chen Hang, the leader of the business guards, stood there with his arms folded, his eyes flat, and seemed to be a little disdainful of the best among the younger generation of the Beiming clan. As Beiming Jie said, the strength of a mere fourth-class demon spirit can only be equivalent to the level of the Holy Heaven Realm. The reason why Beiming Jie was injured can only show that he was not good at learning and lack of experience in battle will lead to injury under strong and unequal strength.

Lin Muyu didn't say a word, looked at the color of the sky, picked up some firewood silently, and almost lit up the bonfire outside the campsite.

"Young hero, go to bed." Sikong Yao said happily: "I am used to staying up late, so I'll watch the night today."

"No, I'll say I'll do it."

Lin Muyu shook her head: "I'm used to it. You all go to bed, Buyi, you go to bed too."

"good."

Liu Buyi naturally could not see the current situation of the emptiness of the divine power in Lin Muyu's body, and Sikong Yao, Shang Qian, Zhuang Shaoyu and others were unable to see because of the restraining ability of the spiritual vein technique, so they went back to the tent to rest.

At night, the sky is filled with stars, and wisps of mist fall to form dew, nourishing the earth.

Lin Muyu fell back on the trunk of the pine tree, held the Bingyuan Sword in his arms, closed his eyes, and practiced by himself while guarding the night. The God-Binding Lock and the Seven Immortal Gourd faintly emitted light, absorbing and absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth to restore the master's divine power. Moreover, if Lin Muyu uses the spiritual vein technique, he can sense the coming of crisis even in shallow sleep.

Fortunately, there were no disturbers this night except for this fourth-class demon spirit.

But after the dawn of Xuyang, Shang Qian and Sikong Yao had already woken up and woke Liu Buyi up to start cooking breakfast. The breakfast was very simple. The cooked meat that had not been eaten last night was put into the soup and heated it again. Then each person gave two pieces of Tianjicheng noodles, and after eating, they set off. After all, the journey was long. If it was delayed, it would probably take one or two years to go back to Tianji Empire.

...

The morning light shone in the jungle, reflecting dazzling brilliance. Sikong Yao followed Lin Muyu with a pair of beautiful eyes. Everyone was holding a war horse. It was difficult to move on the mountain and it was no longer possible to continue riding here. The war horse could only work on flat ground.

"Oh no, there is no road ahead." Shi Tianming, who was walking in the front, suddenly said with some complaint: "I knew that this road must not be able to pass through. There are thorns in front, what should I do?"

"What are you afraid of in a mere thorn forest?"

Beimingjie raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just burn it."

"Burn." Shi Tianming was stunned.

“Yes, burn it.”

Beiming Jie floated forward. Although he was injured on his body, it did not affect his divine power. The palm was filled with very pure flame law power. Suddenly, the palm rose, and suddenly it seemed like a rain of fire in the sky. The thorn forests hundreds of meters ahead were all burning in the flames, as if they were a natural disaster.

Lin Muyu frowned and said, "The wind yearns for the east, and the flames will definitely affect the east. There are very dense jungles in the east, and I'm afraid a wildfire will be caused..."

"fine."

Zhuang Shaoyu laughed and took out a fan at his waist. It was a purple gold fan with bright light and extraordinary momentum. At a glance, you can tell that it is much more expensive than Liu Buyi's Tianji Fan. Zhuang Shaoyu gently swayed the fan, and the wind-type law power was filled with mist, and he smiled and said, "In this case, just change the direction of the wind."

As he said that, the fan shook violently, and the wind suddenly whimpered, and the strong wind blew from all directions gathered all the flames of the thorn forest in the thorn forest until the flames were extinguished. In this way, it would certainly not cause any wildfires.

"Wow, what a strong control power of the wind law." Shang Qian smiled and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart.

Zhuang Shaoyu is naturally content with his complacentness. For him, the younger generation of cultivators are mediocre people, and there are not many who can reach his level of cultivation. But being able to show his strengths in front of the two goddesses he likes is naturally what Zhuang Shaoyu yearns for.

Liu Buyi and Shi Tianming also opened their mouths together, marveling at Zhuang Shaoyu's ability to control power, but Lin Muyu lowered his head and said with the reins: "Let's go, the fire has stopped, you can go, the road ahead is slightly flat, you should be able to get on the horse."

Sikong Yao nodded, but looked at Lin Muyu curiously, and asked in a low voice with a smile: "Young hero, what do you think of the cultivation level of Brother Shaoyu and the little prince? They are people who can call the wind and rain."

"It's not bad." Lin Muyu whispered.

"What does it mean is not bad?" Sikong Yao was surprised.

Lin Muyu smiled, tried to lower his voice, and said, "It's very simple. This jungle is the forbidden area of ​​the Tianji Empire, the legendary Forbidden Forest. It is said that there is a powerful demon spirit of the Demon Emperor level dormant. We... we should try to keep a low profile as much as possible. Such calling of wind and rain may not be a good thing. Who can resist the demon emperor? Besides, we should be cautious step by step in danger and preserve the greatest strength to deal with the crisis that will come at any time."

Sikong Yao seemed very satisfied with this answer, nodded and laughed: "Well, I agree completely. You are really different from them."

"Why is it different?" Lin Muyu was intrigued.

Sikong Yao hesitated for a moment, unable to say anything, and pouted: "It's different anyway, stop talking, they've all gone far, let's keep up."

"Um."

...

The mountain breeze is gentle, the morning light is clear, and the air in the mountains is very fresh. Zhuang Shaoyu, who was riding a horse in front of him, couldn't help but smile: "I haven't come out to walk for a long time. This scene really makes people feel moved. When I was a teenager, I used to travel here and follow my master's teachings and be cautious. Now when I come back, I find that the monsters here are just like this. The demon emperor is just a legend, and no one has seen it before, and it is probably fabricated."

Bei Ming smiled: "Yes."

Zhuang Shaoyu spread his folding fan with a "wow" sound, and said gracefully: "Little Prince, I heard that the little prince has both outstanding poetry and flames, and is known as the first among the Beiming royal family rookies. Why don't you recite a poem like this beautiful scenery?"

Bei Mingjie chuckled: "Brother Shaoyu is not inferior to his literary talent and martial arts. I dare not take the lead. Brother Shaoyu should give me a song first, so I will naturally follow."

"Since that's the case, I'll be ugly. This poem is titled with the style."

Zhuang Shaoyu took a deep breath, looked up at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and picked up a five-character poem: "The breeze echoes again, the horse crosses the hills, laughs and talks into the fairyland, and the clouds are flying in the sky."

"Okay." Shang Qian clapped her hands and smiled: "Young Master Zhuang is indeed very literary."

Zhuang Shaoyu was proud and smiled and said, "Little Prince, it's your turn."

Beimingjie pondered and said, "The mountain gate appears on the top of the clouds, the fog in the forest is cold, there is no place to look for immortals, I only see the herb collector."

"Okay." Zhuang Shaoyu smiled and said, "What a place where I have not found a place to look for immortals."

Sikong Yao and Shang Qian also smiled and cheered.

At this time, Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes fell on Lin Muyu who was rushing silently and said, "Since the three of them are competing together, should the young hero also write a poem to cheer up the fun?"

"I don't know the literary talent, so I don't need it." Lin Muyu said.

"Young hero must not be too humble. You must be a elegant person depending on your words and deeds. Besides, you are a distinguished guest of Miss Sikong Yao. Tianji Continent has always advocated the excellence of both civil and military affairs. How can a young hero know how to write poems? If you don't even know how to verse, how can you be a distinguished guest of Tianjizong?" Zhuang Shaoyu was aggressive.

Beimingjie also laughed dryly: "Yes, young heroes don't have to be modest. You can always write a poem in just one stick of incense."

"No."

Lin Muyu rode his horse forward and recited a poem in a flowing clouds and water: "The boy from the underworld asked the boy, and said that the master went to collect herbs, but he was only in this mountain, and the clouds were deep and he didn't know where they were."

“…”

“…”

Everyone was shocked. After a while, Bei Ming beat his hands and said, "What a good poem, what a good poem, what a good mood, I didn't expect that the young hero is indeed a master of both civil and military affairs, neither simple nor simple."

"The little prince is wronged." Lin Muyu sneered in his heart. I read 300 Tang poems well. You guys who are so sad are going to fight with me. Isn't this a way to go in heaven and you don't have a way to go, and hell has no way to break in?

Zhuang Shaoyu smiled lukewarmly: "I just saw the martial arts that are both gentle and elegant. As for both civil and military martial arts, I don't know when I will be lucky enough to see the young hero's martial arts cultivation."

"It will definitely happen." Lin Muyu smiled faintly. At this time, the divine power in his body had recovered to about 60%. If he took action, it was not a problem. The problem was that he could not face the demon king-level demon spirit, otherwise he would only humiliate himself. Besides, Chen Hang, who has the highest cultivation level among this group, is at least the strength of the god king-level. He didn't say anything, so he would be more low-key.

...

At this moment, a "rustling" sound suddenly came from the bushes in the distance, and many grass leaves could be seen vaguely shaking, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"A guest has arrived." Zhuang Shaoyu said coldly.

The guest was nothing else, a group of wolves.

Lin Muyu's spiritual vein technique had already sensed these wolves, but these wolves had low cultivation, and their necks were full of patterns, with a total of nine colors. They were the legendary ninth-class demon spirits, and their strength was as high as the five hundred-year-old spirit beasts in the Broken Cauldron Realm. Not worth mentioning. The only thing that makes people fear is that these demon spirit wolves have a large number, and there are at least thirty.

"It's a wolf hunting."
Chapter completed!