This lion is very toxic.

The night feathers are familiar with the secret of the poisonous sect, which says that the higher the strength, the stronger the toxicity.

The ninth-order toxicity has reached the point of death? Do not have to cause a wound?

Impossible! Night Yuhan doesn't believe it anyway!

Coming to the side of the lion, the tail was weakly on the ground, and the pointed stinger was slightly erected, and the venom was infiltrated outside.

When the aura is moving, a white jade bottle appears on the hand, and the soul-splitting blade gently presses the stinger. The venom inside is filled with white jade bottle by the night feather.

I looked at the body of the Golden-footed lion and the body was fine. Except for the two front paws, the other places were intact. The head was opened by Zou Tian, ​​and the beast fire and the magic core were taken from it.

"Little girl, don't move!" The voice of Long Xiaopeng suddenly sounded at the bottom of the night feathers.

"Boss, this lion is good! This skin value is a lot of gold coins." The fat man came over with a sharp knife.

The night feathers raised their arms: "Don't move! The lion is poisonous."

The fat man looked at the white jade bottle in the hands of the night feathers with his small eyes. The liquid in the bottle was dark and purple, scratching his head and sighing to break down other beasts.

"Little girl, there is no one else outside." Long Xiaopeng asked cautiously.

The night feathers used the mental power to probe for a week, and let the fire spirit hover in the air to make sure that no one nearby, the dragon chubby came out.

"It's still good outside." Long Xiaopeng looked up and sighed.

"Long Ye." Seeing Xiao Xiaopeng, Bai Jinyi greeted him.

Dragon Xiaopeng nodded and kicked the body of the golden-footed lion with a small ankle. He smiled: "Xiaobai, you should know that this thing is greasy."

"The tail is poisonous." Bai Jinyi spit out four words.

"Use what you say." Long Xiao Fat swears a word, everyone who sees it is good!

"Knife to me." Long Xiaopeng extended his hand to the night feathers.

Taking the Soul Eater, Dragon Crow began to cut the body of the Golden Foot lion: "This lion is a combination of different species and two spirits, but all such beasts have a chance to get a baby."

"Animal fire?" Night feathers squatted.

"That thing is called baby!" Long Xiaopeng stressed that he stood up and handed the knife back to the night feathers: "You come."

"What are you coming?"

"Cut open." Long Xiaopang pointed to the place where the lion's neck and chest were connected.

There, there is a knife edge a few millimeters deep...

The night feathers helplessly took over the soul-splitting blade, and the heart said... Where did you eat the mutton?

Tilt down and cut while asking Long Xiaopeng: "What is your baby?"

"Do you still remember the way it attacks? Not the animal fire." Long Xiaopeng excited.

"You mean, the griffin?"

嗡嗡~~

"What sound?" The night feathers frowned.

"I will know it in a minute." Long Xiaopeng nodded and stared at the action of the night feathers: "Hey, slow down slowly, it will be troublesome if you break it."

The night feathers carefully cut the lion meat, although the macaque has died, the meat on the body is hard and abnormal, and even under the epidermis, there is a piece of meat that is tougher than the outer skin!

"Okay, stop." Long Xiaopeng listened to the buzzing sound in his ears, calling the night feathers to stop.

Long Xiaopeng listened to the lion and stood up with great satisfaction: "Heavy, small black! Come over."

"Longye, find me anecdote." The black wind ran over.