Zhuo Yifan's Taoist robe was already broken, so Wang Baole didn't use much force, so he tore off a large piece, revealing Zhuo Yifan's white and tender skin...

Under his waving, his voice echoed at the top of his throat. The airship whistling from the sky immediately realized that it was really obvious from the sky. Compared to the waving clothes, Wang Baole's round body was the most obvious.

Almost instantly, the airship approached, and seven or eight Taoist monks jumped down from it. The person in charge was the deputy sect of the Piaomiao Taoist Court. The red robe was raised with his leap down, and a pressure that transcended the breath of the big tree spread at this moment.

After just a little feeling, Wang Baole felt difficulty breathing, and his mind was uncontrollably depressed, and behind the deputy sect was followed by a middle-aged man.

This person was wearing a blue robe, his appearance was not high, but his eyes seemed to contain lightning, and he felt as if he was shockingly evil. At this moment, he was almost the same as the deputy sect in terms of momentum, and it was obviously a pill!

The appearance of these two people immediately caused the surroundings to surging winds and waves of breath that belonged to the elixir were spreading everywhere. At this moment, with the arrival of them, there were three old men following behind them. Their cultivation level was stimulating, surpassing the true breath, and building the foundation.

"Greetings to the Deputy Master, to the Seniors!" Seeing everyone, Wang Baole suddenly felt intimate and excited. After gently putting down Zhao Yameng, he stood still and bowed deeply.

His clothes were broken and looked embarrassed, while Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng were even more unconscious. This scene fell into the eyes of the deputy sect and the middle-aged man in blue shirt, and he was shocked.

As the deputy lord stepped forward, he arrived in front of Wang Baole, grabbed his wrist, and immediately checked his injuries. He was also whispering to inquire about the entire incident.

As for the middle-aged man in blue shirt, he also walked out in one step, pointing his fingers on Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng's foreheads. Their bodies trembled and they slowly opened their eyes.

"Great Elder!" After seeing Lan Shing's middle-aged age clearly, Zhuo Yifan struggled to get up to pay homage, but was gently pressed by the young man in Lan Shing, and then comforted Zhao Yameng, before looking at Wang Baole.

"...That is a big tree, with great perfection in the foundation building of cultivation...it has the power to transform and transmit sounds and seal..." Wang Baole spoke quickly, and quickly told the process of his three people experiencing this matter, and even told the other party's direction of escape.

At the same time, I heard Zhuo Yifan's words and learned that the middle-aged blue shirt was the great elder of Zhanwu Pavilion!

"The trees mutated and became ferocious beasts. This matter was unprecedented in the Federation. I want to see if this monster is also the courage of the elmwood, and dares to harm me, the disciple of Piaomiao Taoist Academy!" The middle-aged man in the blue shirt listened to Wang Baole's words, his ordinary face gradually became serious, and his evil aura was about to burst out. Obviously, his heart was filled with anger. After listening to this, he nodded to Wang Baole, showed appreciation in his eyes, and whispered a few words to the deputy sect. Then his body shook and he left in an instant in the direction that Wang Baole pointed.

His speed was too fast, but it seemed that he was not enough. He took out a large black banner and rolled his body. His speed exploded much faster than before. When he galloped away, his spiritual consciousness spread, swept across the world, searching and chasing.

Seeing the middle-aged man in the blue shirt chased him, Wang Baole also felt excited. Zhuo Yifan was like this. Even Zhao Yameng, who was always calm, was obviously relieved when she was weak at this moment.

"What method have you used to make this big tree escape?" After comforting the three of them, the deputy sect asked curiously.

As soon as he said, Zhuo Yifan lowered his head, Zhao Yameng was silent, Wang Baole blinked and coughed dryly.

"Maybe I was scared away, and I told it that our predecessors of the prefecture came. If they didn't run away, they would die, so... they ran away."

Hearing this sentence, he saw the expressions of the three of them again. The deputy general smiled silently and raised his hand to point to the three of them.

"You guys know nonsense. You guys seem to have secrets. It's okay, the spiritual record has begun, and there are countless opportunities. It's your luck to get it. When you want to say it, tell the Taoist temple again."

Wang Baole was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and the deputy sect smiled again. When he looked at the three of them, he took out three pills from the storage bag on his body and gave them one to Wang Baole and the other two of them.

The pill is purple and sealed by amber. It seems that there is smoke flowing inside, and it looks very good. Although the three of them are not disciples of the Dandao Pavilion, it can also be seen that the pill is effective.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. The Taoist Court will make the decision for you. If you dare to hurt my disciples of the Piaomiao Taoist Court, no matter what the origin of this big tree is, we will destroy it and kill it!

And you have made even more contributions to this matter. After you finish the Federal Hundred Sons Assessment, you will receive a total reward!" The deputy general smiled slightly, turned around and explained a few words, arranging the foundation-building monks behind him to escort Wang Baole and the other two to the federal capital.

"On the way, you can swallow this pill, restore your cultivation, and continue your journey after healing your injuries. I look forward to becoming one of the hundreds of sons of the Federation when you come back!"

"Thank you, Deputy Minister!" Wang Baole suppressed his heart and quickly held his fists and bowed.

"You kid, you have had an adventure. You have actually broken through your cultivation level and you still have to escape with them. You are so good, so you are not afraid." The deputy sect pointed at Wang Bao.

Wang Baole was proud of his heart and thought that this sect was indeed very capable, had great eyesight, and knew his ability. After all, the big tree was indeed scared away by him, and he was in a very embarrassed manner when he ran away, and he looked obviously like he was urinating.

So he patted his chest and spoke loudly.

"That's right, my disciple of Piaomiao Taoist Court will never be timid when encountering things. My Wang Baolesheng is a Taoist court native, and a Taoist court ghost when he dies!"

As soon as these words came out, the others looked different. They felt that Wang Baole never forgot to express himself at all times, but in the ears of the Deputy Sect, they felt very comfortable. He laughed and the more he looked at Wang Baole, the more he liked him. He talked a few more times, and then arranged for everyone around to search.

When Wang Baole and the other two stepped into the airship in the Taoist temple and headed to the federal capital under the escort of two foundation-building monks, the three people standing on the airship were truly relieved.

After looking at each other, they all saw that they looked at each other and seemed to have some differences with each other, especially when Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng looked at Wang Baole, they also had some strangeness and deeper intimacy in their eyes.

They did not ask about the battle and trump card between Wang Baole and Dashu after they were unconscious. This involved the secret, and Wang Baole did not ask about the two of them's previous actions. The three of them tacitly understood and smiled at each other.

Compared to Zhuo Yifan's smile, Zhao Yameng's already beautiful place. When she smiles like this, she looks like a hundred flowers blooming, and she has a peerless feeling.

After scanning his eyes, Wang Baole blinked, pointed to Zhao Yameng's face, and spoke.

"Zhao Yameng, there is something on your face."

"What's there?" Zhao Yameng was stunned, and subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, thinking that it was stained with soil.

"A little pretty." Wang Baole coughed lightly and spoke lightly.

As soon as he spoke, Zhuo Yifan, who was standing beside him, opened his eyes wide open, and the two foundation-building monks who were escorting them were originally cross-legged and smiling at them. At this moment, after hearing this, his expression immediately became strange. One of them was even more thoughtful. When he looked at Wang Baole, he was as if he had seen a god.

As for Zhao Yameng, after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but giggle. It was Wang Baole's seductive words that caught him off guard, which made Zhao Yameng, who had always been elegant and calm, also fell into trouble.

Seeing that his words had such an effect, Wang Baole was proud and thought that he could have learned these skills at the age of six. He had used them many times since he was a child, so he was a little fluttering and waved his hand.

"Okay, this matter is over. Next, we will go to the federal capital, be the most powerful, and become the 100 sons of the federal government!"

Zhuo Yifan and Zhao Yameng also showed expectations in their eyes. Seeing the Kelun Basin moving away rapidly below the earth, they took a deep breath, talked for a few more words, and returned to their rooms, swallowed the pills, and began to heal their wounds.

Although Wang Baole's injuries were slightly mild, if he relied on himself to recover, it would take a little longer, so he simply swallowed the purple pill. As the fire rose in his body, his injuries quickly healed.

Especially the wounds on the body, they are slowly healing...
Chapter completed!