Medicinal Immortal

When Lord Qu and Brother Yang rushed back, they saw the appearance of all wounds. Among them, the two most miserable, one was torn off his left hand and injured his right leg, and the other was lying on the ground dying. Blood does not know whether it is dead or alive. Most of the others were scratched by sharp claws, some were lightly wounded, and some were more serious.

Seeing that a team was injured like this before entering the forest, the two looked at each other with a heavy heart. That Qu Ye stepped forward and shouted: "This place is very bloody, leave first and then treat the wound! Go!"

Listening to the words of Lord Qu and watching them helping each other to leave, Tangning's eyes moved slightly, looking at somewhere in the night.

Want to go? I'm afraid I can't go.

Just thinking about it, I heard that sound from far to near, and some noises were made during the swift movement, which attracted the attention of the Jindan cultivators in the team.

"Alert!" Qu Ye yelled, turning around with a sword in his hand.

"It's a torch, it seems someone is coming around!" The monk surnamed Yang whispered, watching the clusters of moving flames from far and near as the wolves just retreated.

There was a fierce battle with the wolves just now, and at this time they saw an enemy besieging them. For a while, many monks were a little confused.

The leader of the team was regarded as a man. He let everyone in the team stand behind him, standing in the forefront with his sword, watching the mercenaries in mercenary uniforms with torches coming forward.

"At Xiaquzhan, I don't know which way you are on?" He asked with his fists, looking at the mercenaries holding torches, guessing which way they were.

"Qu Zhan? Never heard of it, but I think you must have heard of us."

A voice with a sneer smile came out, and the mercenary holding the torch in front retreated to both sides and made a way. Behind, a middle-aged man in a black mercenary uniform stepped forward.

He didn't see anything special in his capable black mercenary uniform, but on his arm there was a wolf head with open mouth dripping with blood.

Seeing this pattern, my eyes shrank suddenly, his complexion changed, and he looked at the other mercenaries abruptly, seeing the patterns they couldn't see when they were slightly sideways before, and they were all revealed after standing straight at this moment. They were all exactly the same. Wolf head weeping blood illustration.

"Bloodthirsty Wolves!"

"What? Bloodthirsty Wolves? How come? How could we meet them?"

"This mercenary group is very aggressive. The strong recruits and the weak kills. How can we survive if we fall into their hands?"

In the team, some people who had heard of this mercenary team were already panicked, and some even moved back, retreated, turned abruptly, and rushed out of the forest.

"Instead of waiting to be killed, I'll be a livelihood!"

The foundation-building monk who rushed away yelled loudly, and the figure turned and swept into the night, but in the next moment, a sharp arrow shot out, accurately hitting the rushing monk.

"what!"

Hearing an unwilling scream sounded, followed by the sound of falling to the ground, the monk struggled a few times, and finally swallowed.

Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone in the casual repair team changed, but no one dared to escape or move.

Qu Zhan exhaled heavily, shook the sword in the handshake, looked at the mercenary headed in front, clasped his fists and pleaded: "I am all a casual cultivator, and all money can be provided, and I hope to keep us forever. "