Chapter 53 Interception

You mean... Is Qingyuan coming? Bailing's face became solemn. In the Dora Mountains, the only person she is afraid of now is Qingyuan, which is also her most hated word now. Mu Chen's life and death were uncertain in the woods, and the death of Wu Yan, Baiya and others was caused by that man.

"How can I know if he is here? Maybe it's nearby." With that, Talley laughed to herself, with a little enthusiasm in her laughter.

"Go!" The lark gritted its teeth, shouted in a low voice, and hurried away with the crowd.

"Young master, why did you leave? I didn't even see the shadow of Qingyuan."

"Yes, young master, what can you do even if Qingyuan comes? With your current strength and us, you don't have to be afraid of that guy at all."

While everyone left quickly, the people around the lark asked puzzledly. In their minds, the strength of the lark was already a peak. In countless battles with the mountain tribe, the strength, courage and boldness of this cold girl made everyone sigh, but today they are extremely careful.

"Qingyuan is different from other enemies. We can't afford to gamble." Bailing did not explain much. She knew very well about Qingyuan's strength. She wanted to avenge Mu Chen and avenge the dead people, so she had to endure and wait for her strength to surpass Qingyuan. It may take a long time, but this is the only way.

Spirit tribe, in a mysterious forest.

The young man took a breath and exhaled, and strained his waist vigorously. The "cracking sound" of his bones kept ringing one after another, and his clothes were ragged. The corners of his clothes, arms, and face were covered with dirt and dust, so that the light shone on his face. His smile was naturally sunny. This person was Mu Chen.

Within hundreds of meters around it, there is not even a small grass, full of dry ground and gravel. The dry cracks are like spider webs, densely permeated the ground, and traces of already dried blood can be seen on the ground from time to time.

"I really admire that you are still alive for so long." A woman in white gasped and looked at Mu Chen, who was even a little ** because of her worn clothes, and couldn't help showing a trace of relief on her face.

With the appearance of this beautiful woman, the two men also came out. One of them smiled and said, "It's over. After guarding around you for so long, I'm almost exhausted."

With Muchen as the center, although the surrounding hundreds of meters are full of rocks and cracks, it is close to this desolate periphery but a lush deep forest, as if the two worlds are very different.

"Three seniors, I, Mu Chen, are really grateful. I have worked hard these days, and the younger generation still have something to do. Say goodbye first." Mu Chen held his fists and bowed to the three people. During this period, the three did help Mu Chen a lot. Because of the whole long forest, the aura between heaven and earth was so heavy that Mu Chen could constantly absorb it, and the three masters of the spiritual realm helped Mu Chen protect this place in the crazy, so he could survive this time. Great difficulty.

"Wait a minute." The woman in white said softly, and her slender and white fingers gently touched Mu Chen. The ragged clothes on the latter's body instantly turned into ashes, and the dirt on her face and body gradually dissipated, revealing a clean face. A snow-white dress gradually appeared on Mu Chen's body, with many pure feathers on it, which looked gorgeous and noble.

The woman in white thought carefully, shook her head slightly, and her fingers turned a little bit. Mu Chen's pure white body suddenly turned black. She looked at Mu Chen's appearance repeatedly and smiled: "Black is still more handsome. Now you can go, or don't let those spirits outside. The guy is going to tell me behind his back when he sees you look like this.

"Thank you first." Mu Chen has a good impression of these three people, especially this beautiful woman.

"What's your name? Just call me sister." The beautiful woman laughed.

"Hey, you are hundreds of years older than others, and it's embarrassing for people to call you sister." The man beside him looked at the beautiful woman with contemptuous eyes and laughed.

"Get out..."

Mu Chen saw a slight arc at the corners of his mouth when he saw the appearance of the three people. The master of the spiritual realm can be so indisputed with the world. It is indeed a great beauty to enjoy the rest of his life here.

Mountain tribe.

Tali sighed at the disappeared back of the lark, glanced at the mountain people around her, and said angrily, "Why do you think you are so stupid? Qingyuan has been gone for a year, and even the nest has been taken away. What a waste. If the woman just now really takes action, you and I will die here."

After hearing this, the latter could only bow his head and dare not speak. The strength of the seventh-class real world was reprimanded by a first-class real spider goblin. Although he was not convinced, he could only resist his anger because of Qingyuan.

After a long time, a familiar figure slowly flew from the distance, and it was still the extremely beautiful face. The white and even enchanting man held a folding fan, looked around with sharp eyes, and his face became gloomy: "What a waste."

The mountain man lowered his head and did not dare to look at the man's face at all. His legs even began to tremble, and he dared not say a word.

"That girl named Lark has just left, and now she can still catch up with her." Tali played with a branch and didn't look at the source clearly. I said to myself.

"I know." After hearing this, Qingyuan's body took off again and flew in the direction of lark.

Qingyuan flies very fast and keeps passing through the dense jungle. Because there were too many people in the lark party, the speed was not fast, and they were soon seen.

"Little girl, I haven't seen you for a long time." The true qi at Qingyuan's feet suddenly exploded, and in an instant, it floated in front of the lark, looking down at the lark below, and said, "It's really awesome. It has become a seventh-class real world so quickly. The qualification is really extraordinary.

Everyone looked at the man in white hanging in the air, and their fear suddenly surged into their hearts. For a moment, they didn't know what to do. They held all kinds of weapons tightly in their hands and waited for the lark to order.

"Run, don't fight with this guy, run to the spiritual tribe." The lark suddenly shouted loudly, and the beautiful eyes stared at the clear source hanging in the air, and their eyes were full of strong hatred.

Hundreds of people were stunned. They were ready to fight, but the lark actually wanted everyone to escape.

"We have fought with this guy with so many people, why do we run away?" A masked spirit warrior beside the lark asked loudly. As a tribal warrior, he had his own pride and fled before fighting the enemy. Naturally, he would not be convinced.

"This is an order. Whoever disobeys will be expelled from the spirit clan!" Lark has no time to answer everyone's questions. This enemy is too powerful.

Although the spiritual clan has long fallen, the ethnic rules have always been very perfect and strict, which is also an important reason why this race has not perished. Hundreds of people clenched their teeth. Although they were unwilling, they could only obey the order and fled around crazily for a while.

"Is it possible to escape?" Qingyuan looked at the people who fled everywhere. A small mass of black gas suddenly rose in his hand and threw it to the ground. After the small mass of gas hit the ground, it burst instantly. The endless thick fog quickly dispersed from it and covered the main mountain forest in the blink of an eye. Hundreds of people had time to escape, all of them were submerged by the fog in the sky.

The gasp of rapid breathing, desperate howls, and the painful moans of poison gas entering the heart filled the whole forest for a moment. In a few breaths, the elites of these spiritual clans were almost killed and injured, and the crowd that had just been bustling became quieter and quieter.

The black fog gradually dissipated with Qingyuan's hand wave. Looking at the gray corpses on the ground, he said contentedly, "Useless people are finally dead."

There were only eleven people standing on the field, out of the lark, and the remaining ten were wearing masks.

"Why don't you leave!" The lark sighed and looked at the corpses all over the ground. Although this kind of result had been thought of since the moment he saw Qingyuan, he couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw this scene.

"Didn't you leave? You can't escape even if you want to escape. Besides, we are also tribal warriors. Even if we die, we can't insult this title." A masked man whispered.