"Master, don't you think about going back?" Little Bailu couldn't help but said: "In case there is an ancient beast, and the ancient beast is the nine-tailed red fox you need, if you miss it Isn't it a pity?"

"God is extinct, and we don't know if it has appeared. I finally walked so long. You let me go back again?"

"Okay." Xiao Bailu thought of Duanmu Yawang's plan to walk the entire Jiuyou Mountain, and said decisively: "You didn't say anything when you were a young master."

The two walked for another half an hour, and suddenly, Duanmu Yawang stopped abruptly.

She sniffed, closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead and said with a headache: "It must be my sense of smell."

If it wasn't for her sense of smell, how could she smell Zhu Jinyu, Nangong Youran, Nangong Duoer, Nangong Bufan, and Nangong Yuner?

"You have no problem with your nose, and I can smell it too." Little Bailu didn't need to say Duanmu Yawang, and knew what she was referring to. He squeezed his little nose and exhaled: "There are them everywhere, that smell of rotten flesh, Xiaoye. It is impressive!"

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, and suddenly smiled unkindly.

"Why are you laughing?" Xiao Bailu snorted before asking, "Master, do we want to avoid them?"

"Why should I avoid them?" Duanmu Yawang sneered: "It sounds like I'm afraid of them."

After Duanmu Yawang finished speaking, he saw the team headed by Nangong Youran approaching here.

Duanmu Ya looked to give way, and at the same time raised her eyes to look at them, and she really saw that there was such an extraordinary Nangong Yuner Nangong Duoer in the team, and a few young men she didn't know, who looked like the guards of Nangong Youran and others.

Of course, it was not them that attracted Duanmu Yawang's eyes the most, but another old man who was walking with them.

The old man should be in his 70s or 80s, with wrinkled skin and obvious age spots. The skin folds are drooping, and the body is curved and thin.

Even so, he was not confused, his eyes were piercing, sharp and...evil.

Duanmu Yawang frowned. She rarely disliked a person so much, especially few people who disliked it at first sight, but this old man did it.

She looked at the old man for the first time, and the moment she noticed his eyes, every cell in her body told her that she repelled the old man, and she knew that he was not a good person.

"Oh, there is actually a blue-eyed trash here." Seeing Duanmu Yawang, Nangong Duoer raised her eyebrows, as if she had discovered a new world. He pointed to Duanmu Yawang and laughed: "What gave him the courage, a trash Dare to run to Jiuyou Mountain?"

Little Bailu couldn't bear it, rolled his eyes, and said with no anger: "She is a mere spiritualist, not even a spiritualist. Don't she have a pair of purple eyes? What are you proud of?"

Zhu Jinyu glanced at Duanmu Ya, then turned her head proudly, and said with a charity look: "Don't behave, we didn't remind you, this place is not something you can come to. If you don't want to die, you should leave here quickly!"

Duanmuya stayed silent, raised her eyes, and met Nangong's extraordinary gaze.

Nangong Bufan smiled softly at her.

Duanmu Yawang lowered her head and twitched the corners of her lips. This Nangong is extraordinary looks gentle and elegant, always acting calmly, but with the deepest thoughts!

Facing these people's contemptuous gazes, Duanmu Yawang's face remained unchanged, but after the old man saw her, his gaze stayed on her, and the filthy, dirty-looking purple eyes gleamed with strange light.

His gaze made Duanmu Yawang feel as if she was being stared at by a toad, disgusting, she pursed her lips, took a glance at them, and turned to continue walking her own way.

"stop."

Suddenly, an old voice sounded.

"Master?" Nangong Youran saw the old man open, and asked respectfully: "What's the matter? What do you want to call this blue-eyed trash?"

The old man did not speak, his eyes were fixed on Duanmu Yawang, and he squinted his old eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

Facing the old man's inquiry, Duanmu Yawang didn't even hear her, she didn't even stop, and didn't respond, she just walked forward.

"Hey! Trash, are you deaf or dumb?" Nangong Duoer rode his horse and turned to chase Duan Mu Yawang, "Master asks you, you can't even hear it, right?"

Duanmu Yawang continued to walk forward and said, "You tell me to go and I'll go, and if you tell me to stop, I'll stop. Don't you think too much of yourself?"

When Nangong Duo'er heard this, her face changed suddenly, and she felt that she was underestimated by a blue-eyed trash, and gritted her teeth and said: "A blue-eyed trash can even dare to talk to this princess like this, it is almost dead!"

After that, she swiped the whip from Cong Duanmu Yawang!

Duan Muya looked at her eyes cold, without looking back, she stretched out her hand suddenly, easily grabbed Nangong Duo'er's whip, and then violently pulled, the whip had come to her hand!

Nangong Duo'er was shocked and was about to say something to live, but saw this thin body of trash grabbing the rope and violently waving the rope directly towards her!

Snapped!

The whip resounded across the sky and started a flock of crows and birds!

"what!"

The whip was swayed very hard and fast. The whip entered the flesh, and the body directly brought out the flesh and blood. Nangong Duoer couldn't hide from it, and she screamed in pain. In addition, the horse was frightened, and she was unstable. Immediately rolled down from the horse!

"This whip is okay." Duanmu Yawang pinched Nangong Duo'er's whip and rolled to the ground, curled up in pain, and smiled at the corner of her lips, but her eyes were cold: "So good. You made the whip so bad. Obviously, no one has taught you how to use it. It is rare for me to have a little interest today. Why don't you let me teach you?"

After that, without waiting for Nangong Duo'er to speak, the whip had been slammed at her again with a "pop!"

"Ah!" Nangong Duoer never knew that the power of the whip was so terrible, it was even more terrifying than a knife. When the whip was swung down, the clothes were damaged, and she took away the flesh and blood directly!

When the whip went down, the whip was stained with flesh and blood, and the wound was deeply visible in bone!

It's almost like being scraped off a whole layer of skin with a knife!

The others looked at it, looked at a **** whip, and looked at the bleeding wound of Nangong Duoer, they were all dumbfounded.

Someone unexpectedly made the whip so superb.

"How about, your whip, did I make it better than you?" Duanmu Yawang looked at Nangong Duo'er's face that was so painful that he almost fainted. "Just now did you see how I made the whip?"

Nangong Duo'er is already rolling all over the floor in pain, so how can I listen to her.

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows: "If you don't answer, you just didn't see clearly. In that case, let me demonstrate it again!"