Wuling Xianyuan

Chapter 93 A Little Famous
This is a forest of giant trees. Almost all the trees are hundreds of feet high. The canopy is dense, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The sunlight can barely penetrate through the thick branches and leaves, and the light is dim.

On the ground, thick rotting leaves were accumulated, emitting a thick miasma, and there was a rotten smell in the air.

Suddenly, a sharp sound wave pierced the sky, passed through the miasma, and landed on a figure in a panic in the darkness. The figure staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, a huge shadow swooped down from the sky, and there was no movement at all. It seemed that the figure on the ground was already in danger.

"Are you finally willing to come out?"

However, just as the huge shadow in the air approached, the corner of the mouth of the figure on the ground suddenly raised slightly, outlining a sneer, and at the same time, a dangerous aura suddenly exuded from his body.

As if aware of being fooled, the huge shadow flapped its wings, blowing wind blades, and came through the air. At the same time, the figure suddenly turned around in the air, and was about to flee. It was very afraid of the figure on the ground.

"Hey, since I tricked you out, do you think you can run?" The boy's cold voice suddenly came out, and two gray-white rays of light shot out from his cuffs, and they chased after him in an instant.

At the same time, the young man let out a low shout, and a faint black light appeared all over his body, which condensed into substance on the surface of his body. He only heard the sound of rapid collision, followed by a sharp and mournful scream , but this scream did not come from the boy's mouth, but from above.

The young man raised his head, with a flash of inspiration in his eyes, he found that the vitality in the huge shadow was rapidly dissipating, and it was falling from the air. The huge wings made a humming sound, which was no longer as strange and silent as before.

With both arms raised, the two short blades drenched in blood circled in the air, and then they were accurately inserted into the sleeves of the arms, dissipating the black light from his body, and finally revealed his face. Fake.

However, the current Wang Chong is very different from before. His face is a little more fortitude, his eyes are deeper and brighter, and he seems to be able to see through everything.

At this time, the clothes on his upper body were torn, and there were bloodstains on his body, but under the torn clothes, there were only white marks on the skin, and there were no wounds. It seemed that the blood on his body was not his own.

"It's the last one, and today's training should end here." Although his eyes were still shining brightly, his voice was full of tiredness.

Stepping forward, he came to the huge shadow, and finally saw the true face of the figure. It was a huge purple ugly bat with wings that could reach two feet, but the whole body was pierced by sharp weapons, and the blood flowed more than.

"Purple-winged blood bats, mainly inhabit miasma forests, go out at night, prey on humans, insatiable blood-sucking monsters, good at flying and speed, live in groups, purple-winged blood bats in the pulse congealing stage can release wind blade spells,..."

While walking, Wang Chong muttered to himself, where he walked, the ground became more and more wet. Looking carefully, it turned out to be more and more blood. Looking at the two sides, it was creepy. Within a hundred feet, there was actually There were hundreds of corpses of purple-winged blood bats lying on the ground in a mess.

Not long ago, there was a terrifying fight here, but the one who won the final victory was the young man in front of him, Wang Chong.

When he came to the middle of the corpses of many monsters, Wang Chong slapped the storage bag, and in his hand, there was a magic weapon similar to a compass, emitting a faint wave of mana.

He shot a few spells on the compass, a ray of light rose from it, and then the compass was suspended in the air, and a powerful wave emanated from it, sweeping away the corpses on the ground, and then regained calm, when it fell It was picked up by Wang Chong.

"160 five, the mission is completed, it's time to return to the sect." Putting the mission compass back in the storage bag, Wang Chong turned and walked in one direction.

It has been more than four months. Wang Chong has been in contact with the human-level missions in the mission hall since four months ago. I still remember that when he accepted the human-level missions for the first time, it caused quite a stir.

When many disciples in the mission hall saw that the scroll that marked the human-level mission was taken down, they immediately became agitated. They thought it was some outstanding elite disciple who was going out to practice, but after inquiring, they were shocked to find out that the following The task was actually Wang Chong.

Wang Chong's reputation in the mission hall is not small. I dare not say that everyone in the low-level disciples knows each other, but the title of mission madman is still a little heard. Even so, there has never been an ordinary disciple in Leihuozong who has completed the human level. task precedent.

Before him, of course, there were some special ordinary disciples who had accumulated enough Thunderfire Points to take over human-level missions, but none of them succeeded, or passed away with serious injuries, or never returned.

As for Wang Chong, many people only learned about it because of gossip, "The sentimental tree-cutting maniac, the inferior pill to improve strength, the task maniac...", and now, there is another human-level task.

Many people lamented that losing a powerful fellow sect was not because of how good he was, but because he was able to lead others to complete the task and get rich thunder fire points.

However, when Wang Chong appeared in the mission hall covered in scars, everyone was shocked. In the originally noisy square, their eyes turned like a tide, spreading from one corner to the entire square. talk about.

In fact, he was not seriously injured that time at all. In order not to arouse the suspicion of others, this was the scene of embarrassment at that time.

In just two months, the human-level tasks could no longer satisfy him, and he finally reached out to the ground-level tasks. Although there is a word difference between the two, the difference is huge. Wang Chong lay in the waters of the illusion for five days. , and then recovered.

Before entering the mission hall, you can see that there are obviously many more newcomers than before. The Zongmen Grand Competition is coming soon, and many disciples who have never shown up have also come out to practice, and the best way for them is the mission pillar. Tier [-] mission.

The dangerous third-level tasks that no one cared about before were suddenly taken over frequently. Only then did the busy low-level disciples suddenly realize that the Zongmen Grand Competition was finally coming again.

Wang Chong, who was pushed to the forefront among the low-level disciples, finally got a chance to breathe, and the discussions behind him were much less. However, while more elite disciples were busy preparing for the big competition, they also started to fight in their spare time. Pay attention to this ordinary disciple with low status.

Walking into the mission hall, the originally noisy square had an oppressive atmosphere for some reason. There were many young people dressed in the costumes of elite disciples, all of them looked indifferent, while the ordinary disciples around saw these people and kept calm. The distance, the look in the eyes is envious, but also jealous.

"Senior brother Wang Chong is back!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted, the voice was not very loud, but it was especially harsh in this oppressive atmosphere, and it immediately attracted many people's gazes, and the look in their eyes was no longer jealousy, but fanaticism!

(End of this chapter)