穿成美强惨男主的短命白月光

Chapter 41

Xie Lanting pressed his stinging head, patted Gu Yunqi's shoulder, and motioned for him to put himself down.

Chen Zhushu hurriedly came up: "Is Xianjun alright?"

"Well." Xie Lanting reminded them, holding his forehead, "Don't get caught in the black mist."

Shudao will not let go of every opportunity to ridicule him, and see the needle: "I didn't expect senior brother to know people in Xuanji Pavilion, but is this too intimate?"

"You are so particular about saving people?" Xie Lanting had a headache and didn't delay him replying, "You think so much in your heart that you see that something is wrong, right?"

The other people who were also thinking too much looked back at the black mist and did not dare to say a word.

Xie Lanting and Shudao have been bickering all the year round. These two sentences are not painful or itchy, and they don't pierce the heart. Shudao deliberately looked around him: "Then why didn't your Taoist companion come to rescue, what about others?"

Xie Lanting: "It's too dangerous, I didn't let him come over."

Shudao laughed.

"That's right, this kind of big scene is not suitable for him, brother, I finally have a Taoist companion, but I can't rely on it at a critical time, alas."

He said it as if he was sincerely sad for Xie Lanting.

Xie Lanting also smiled: "He is still young, there are countless possibilities in the future, and there is no comparison with some people, you say, my little junior brother who is almost two hundred years old?"

These words stabbed the center of the head firmly, the corners of his eyes twitched, and the hand under the sleeve robe clenched the fabric tightly.

He was the latest to enter, but he was older than Xie Lanting.

Age is not his minefield, but if Xie Lanting mentions his age, it would be a crazy step on thunder.

He ignited his anger, and before the thunder broke out, Xie Lanting poured another basin of water, and the timing was just right: "I still have the mind to take care of my private affairs, the fourth elder of Yujianzong, let's take it seriously."

Xie Lanting pointed to the fog that filled the valley into flat ground.

He glared at him resentfully, but finally stopped, indeed, there are more important things at the moment.

The black mist is like water. After filling the valley, it will no longer rise up. All twenty beasts are soaked in the black mist, and the formation that traps them is constantly corroded. They all roared in pain.

Bai Qianye tentatively swung a knife from the air, deliberately avoiding the formations around the beasts, only slashing the black fog, and a strange scene appeared.

The ferocious beasts that released the black mist were fine, but the black mist that had been chopped up tumbled and struggled, swaying wildly sticky, as if they were alive.

Many people were disgusted: "What is it?"

The knife light split the black fog and exposed it to the ground, but it was quickly submerged by the black fog. I wonder if Bai Qianye's attack angered it, the fierce beast let out a low roar, and several bands of black fog suddenly burst out. Out, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the person flying in the air.

Everyone avoided one after another, and some people's clothes were wiped, and the holes were directly corroded.

Xie Lanting and Gu Yunqi confirmed it, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the black fog of the skinning man at that time.