There was no way, it was so delicious, and she ate it without paying attention. This was the first time she had eaten so full since she was born.
The illusory old man shook his head, keeping his eyes on the distance.
As time goes by, three hours have passed. If nothing happens, this time should be when they are almost there. Or maybe all five of them have been eaten.
It's really ironic to think of it, that a dignified fairy was actually buried in the wolf's mouth in the end.
"coming."
The old man said suddenly.
Yang Fan got up, flew to the sky, and at a glance, he found everyone five kilometers away from here.
The fat monk among the people who ran was no longer seen. A dozen kilometers behind them, the wolves were rushing fast. At the corners of the mouths of these ten wolves, golden blood could be seen dripping. If nothing else, the fat monk had already been divided by the ten wolves.
One person is obviously not enough for the ten wolves, so they are still chasing the remaining four.
Now running at the forefront is the reticent young monk in black. Even he, his face has become very pale at this time, his legs are unstable, if it were not for the strong desire to survive, I am afraid he would have fallen. under.
The strong monk and the thin monk followed closely behind, and the middle-aged monk was the last one. Maybe it's because I'm getting older and I don't have much physical strength, and I've gradually fallen behind from the front.
The speed of those wolves is not slow, but after a long run, the speed will inevitably slow down. Except for the wolf king who took the lead in the early stage of refining, the speed of the other wolves was only twice as fast as the four in front.
None of these wolves have activated their spiritual wisdom, but they all know that a wolf cannot be an opponent of these people, otherwise, with the speed of the wolf king, they would have been able to catch up long ago.
In the early stage of Qi refining, the wolf king is strong in endurance and speed, and in other respects is just like an ordinary wolf.
The wolves were getting closer and closer to the four, and the middle-aged monk was so tired that he was out of breath, and gradually began to leave the team.
The wolf king smelled the smell of people getting closer, and roared excitedly. The nine wolves behind him also followed howling. The middle-aged monk who was frightened and lagging behind exploded with energy and caught up with the team again.
But this is the case. In the remaining four kilometers or so, the wolves will eventually catch up with them, and at that time, one person will be divided by the wolves.
"No, I want to be food!"
With this kind of belief, the middle-aged monk roared, his speed soared, and he caught up with the thin monk miraculously.
The thin monk's face was ugly, but when he saw the middle-aged monk's swinging legs, he instantly showed an evil smile.
The thin monk picked up a rock with the size of a fist. He still had strength, so it was not difficult to bring such a rock.
His eyes were on the feet of the middle-aged monk.
"It's now!"
The thin monk seized the opportunity and threw the stone in his hand at the feet of the middle-aged monk. Without paying attention, the middle-aged monk stepped on the stone with one foot and immediately fell to the ground.
The fall was a bit hard, the middle-aged cultivator’s teeth were broken, the lower row of teeth almost fell out, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth. Not only that, but his knees and elbows were knocked to pieces. Although the bleeding was not much, it was painful. Not to mention running, even walking was a difficult task.
"Damn boy, wait until the third level, you must be good-looking."
The middle-aged monk said viciously.
But at this time, he faintly heard the footsteps of the wolves coming from behind, so scared that he could no longer care about the pain in his legs and ran desperately.
At this time, the four of them were only less than two kilometers away from the end. Three kilometers behind them, the silhouettes of wolves have been printed in their eyes.
"I don't want to die yet, I must live and kill that kid by myself."
The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth and got closer and closer to the thin monk, getting closer to the end, but the wolves were getting closer.
When everyone was 100 meters away from the end, the wolves were only 20 meters away from the four people.
The most unlucky is the middle-aged monk. The wolf king is only three positions away from him. It only needs to jump hard to knock him down, and then wait for him to die.
There are fifty meters.
The wolves have already surrounded the middle-aged people with their horns, but because of the powerful aura of the four people who are afraid of the end, they dare not step forward.
There are only ten meters left.
The Wolf King couldn't sit still, and bit at the middle-aged monk's ass.
what!
There was a screaming scream, but the middle-aged man did not dare to neglect, and resisted the pain. When the distance was five meters, he leaped hard and finally reached the end point.
As soon as the four of them entered the end point, all their cultivation bases were restored, and they instantly became energetic when they were still late.
The middle-aged cultivator got up angrily, kicked the wolf king who had followed him, and turned into a cloud of blood. The remaining nine wolves wanted to escape, but they also did not escape the fate of death. One look at them, the nine wolves instantly turned into ashes.
The illusory old man saw this scene, but he didn't stop it.
In fact, these ten wolves were only raised by him and grabbed outside the immortal mound. Even if they don't die in this level, he will dispose of them at will. When they are caught, their fate is already doomed.
"Congratulations on passing the second level, luck is not bad, only one person died."
"Come in with me."
The old man walked ahead and walked towards the huge building.
The door opened, and everyone's eyes were imprinted with a huge arena. There are also formation restrictions around the arena, but it has not yet begun.
"The third level is the battle. This level is also life-threatening. This battle is life or death, that is to say, you can care about revenge in this battle."
After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the middle-aged monk and the thin monk with playful eyes, which meant it was self-evident.
"Looking at how you look, you are a little tired. I will give you an hour's rest. During this hour, you will decide your opponent according to the lottery."
The old man looked at everyone with a weird smile.
"Before this, let me talk about it. It's still too late for any of you to quit. Once you pass the third level, you can't quit."
Jing, no one spoke.
"You are very good, so first decide a person who does not need to compete, and that person will advance directly. I will send them out for those who fail, and there will be no danger."
Now there are only seven people including Yang Fan, that is to say, one person has no opponents.
