Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1872 White Fox (7)

"Go back to Master, Master should have a solution."

The leading disciple murmured, "This monster's cultivation level is too deep, we can't deal with it with just a few of us..."

"Let's go back to find Master first, and then make a long-term plan."

The others listened and nodded in agreement.

The instruments in their hands were all put away.

"I'll see who dares to go—"

Suddenly, the strong wind blew up again.

A gloomy and angry male voice descended from the sky.

Black air, lingering and permeating.

Teng Teng fell and landed on the opposite side of the collapsed ground.

Black Wing opened and retracted.

A man in a black armor and feather coat appeared there.

Holding Fang Tianji in his hand, he hammered heavily on the ground.

The ground shook.

The wind and sand became even crazier, whistling.

The evil spirit is everywhere.

Those disciples of Lingxian Mountain were alert for an instant and drew their swords.

"Not good! It's Zuo Huang—"

Zuo Huang, one of the three guardians of the Demon Palace, is a golden eagle with extremely high cultivation and extremely brutal methods.

He once fought against a group of elders from Lingxian Mountain, and fought for three days and three nights, but in the end it only ended in a draw.

It is conceivable how terrifying his skill is.

Several disciples secretly thought that something was wrong, holding their swords vigilantly, and stood leaning on each other.

He kept backing away, obviously not wanting to face him head-on.

"What? Want to run after destroying this place?"

Zuo Huang sneered, his palms were full of black air, ready to go.

"Where is the thing? Hidden so soon?"

"..." Several disciples leaning on each other glanced at each other, a little stunned.

The leading disciple was quite calm, holding his sword, and facing him.

"You may have misunderstood. We didn't destroy this place. We also heard the movement, so we came here."

"We don't know what's going on here either."

Zuo Huang sneered, not believing it at all.

How hypocritical these cultivators are, and how deceptive their mouths are, he has long understood clearly and clearly.

On the surface, they hypocritically said that they did not take it, but in private——

Who knows what they did to it! ?

Zuo Huang approached step by step, his black wings spread wide.

The wind was blowing all around, and the evil spirit was rampant, and he had no patience.

"Say! Where did you put it?!"

"If you don't say anything..."

Just die for me!

Several disciples were still retreating, retreating again and again, not daring to confront him at all.

At the beginning, several elders tried their best to cultivate, but they only got a draw with him.

If they were replaced...

The leading disciple blocked the disciples behind and said, "Zuo Huang, we don't know what you're talking about."

"We really don't know what's here, and we didn't destroy it here, we—"

Zuo Huang has completely lost his patience.

Fang Tianji folded, oppressive and strong.

"Since you can't understand human language so much, then..."

The black air is strong, like an arrow on a string, whizzing towards it, its moves are fatal.

Several people's faces changed suddenly.

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far away.

Mingxiu Mountain.

The man in the white dress holding the egg appeared on the ground.

The white feet fell and landed on the soft grass.

She held the egg and looked into the distance.

Obviously felt the fierce fighting sound from that side.

I don't know what the conflict was.

The aftermath caused even spread to this side.

She looked at it for a while, then looked down at her stolen egg.

The egg is very quiet, and there is still no movement.

On the contrary, it was her hand, the blood on it had been absorbed.

(End of this chapter)