Xie Fulian's voice became trembling when he was about to meet Wen Renling...

As soon as Zhuo Er rushed out of the hall, she rode on her black dragon and rode towards the outside of the city. She had never been so wronged before, and her eyes couldn't help but get wet.

As soon as they left the city, they heard Dong He shouting from behind: "Zhuoer."

Zhuoer ignored her and galloped away. She just wanted to find a quiet and uninhabited place to cry and vent.

"Drow."

Seeing Dong He chasing after him, he slowed down his horse, turned around and whipped the approaching Dong He: "Stay away from me. If you dare to come near me again, I will be rude to you."

Dong He Leng said: "I've always let you, don't think I can't beat you."

Zhuoer was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger: "Then give it a try!"

Immediately he jumped off the horse and the two started fighting on the spot. Zhuoer regarded Dong He as an enemy and swung the whip wildly on him. Dong He dodged while leaning on his copper and iron body to receive several whips, and slowly moved toward Zhuoer.

Approaching, as long as he is allowed to get close, Zhuoer is no match. He said angrily: "Isn't he just a man? Can he do this?"

Zhuoer responded by falling on top of him, shattering his clothes.

Dong He shouted: "Is it possible that there is no other man in the world except him?"

Zhuoer sneered: "Dong He, if you give up on this idea, even if all the men in the world die, I will not fall in love with you."

She was severely hurt by a man, but she hurt other men in the same way. It is very painful for something like marriage to be misaligned.

Dong He said angrily: "Then I won't let you do it today either."

Howling, it became as violent as an angry beast, not trying to dodge the drow's whip.

Zhuoer was also suffocated by his momentum, and retreated while waving his whip to resist.

Suddenly both of them stopped at the same time, only to see a golden eagle flying staggeringly and crookedly in the air. One of its wings was obviously injured, but it still flapped its wings and flew hard.

It was Wen Renling's golden eagle, and their first thought was that something had happened to Wen Renling.

At this time, the golden eagle was weak and fell from the sky. Zhuoer immediately jumped on his horse and galloped towards the fall of the golden eagle. Finally, before the golden eagle fell to the ground, he jumped high in the air and caught the golden eagle, but

I saw that one of the wings of the golden eagle was completely stained red with blood.

The golden eagle opened its eyes, looked at Drow, and screamed hoarsely.

Zhuoer looked solemn and said: "I know!"

At this time Dong He arrived: "What happened to the golden eagle?"

"It was seriously injured. I'm afraid it won't survive, but it flew back to report that Wen Renling must be in danger."

"What are you waiting for!"

The two of them galloped back to the castle at full speed to see the golden eagle off on its final journey.

Wenren Hou Cang patiently explained to Xie Fu: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to marry my daughter to you, it's that my daughter is born with mysophobia and can't smell the smell of men. If she knows that I want to marry her,

If I give it to you, I will definitely try to kill you."

Xie Fu smiled when he heard this. According to Sister Ling's fiery temper, it's not surprising that she would do something like this, but would Sister Ling be willing to do it if she knew it was him?

Thinking of her surprised look when she saw him, Fu Xie couldn't help but feel excited in anticipation, and responded: "I didn't say I wanted to marry her, can't we just meet her once?"

Having said this, Hou Cang had no choice but to say to the beautiful woman: "Go and call the young lady over."

The beautiful woman said: "Miss is not in the castle."

After hearing this, Cang was confused: "Where did it go?"

"I don't know either."

At this moment, Zhuoer strode into the hall holding the golden eagle and Dong He.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the blood-stained golden eagle. After hearing this, Cang stood up directly and asked, "Except for what?"

Zhuoer responded: "I don't know either. The golden eagle desperately came back to report that Princess Ling must be in danger!"

Hearing that Wen Renling was in danger, Xie Fu immediately sobered up and stood up: "Quickly lead the way!"

Seeing that Xie Fu cared so much about Wen Renling, Zhuoer gave him a strange look: "I don't know what kind of danger Princess Ling encountered. I only know that she ran north and left last night."

Zhuoer said: "The area in the north is too wide. It will not be easy to find Wen Renling."

Dong Xiong said: "We have no choice but to mobilize all the people to search, and when the time comes, we will sound the signal "dy"."

Dong He said: "It would be great if the golden eagle was not injured. It will definitely be able to lead us to Princess Ling."

The golden eagle seemed to understand the human words. It opened its eyes and struggled with its wings, as if it wanted to fly into the sky and lead the way, but it was unable to do so.

Xie Fu could feel the deep feelings of this human sculpture, and what he was thinking in his mind was that Sister Ling would be very sad if she knew that her sculpture was dead. After all, she had always been lonely and had no one to accompany her. He immediately said: "I

Look at the injury to this eagle."

Zhuoer said: "It's useless, the injury is too serious, and there is no way to save him. If he had just been injured, he would have been rescued in time..." The next words were not spoken.

Xie Fu cut his own wrist, dripped blood on the wound on the golden eagle's wing, and pressed his other hand on the golden eagle's body.

Everyone saw a bright and dazzling red light emerging from Xie Fu's body, and the flames were blazing like a fire. They were suddenly shocked and shocked, and were so shocked that the gods and humans regarded him as a god.

Wenren Ranch doesn't even have a real martial arts master, and it has never seen a literary master who is rare even for martial arts masters.

The one who was most surprised was Huo Tian. Lord Xie was actually a master of arts and crafts, and he had a very rare Zhengxuan cultivation level. Is he still a human being? It was so unbelievable, he must have been descended from the gods.

Zhuoer looked at Xie Fu with reverence in his eyes as if he were worshiping a god, and his heart began to feel dirty. He was a god, so how could he fall in love with me, a mortal woman? When he thought about this, his heart suddenly became brighter.

Everyone kept quiet and watched Xie Fu display his magical powers. Xie Fu's blood had the effect of bringing the dead back to life. With the words of blessing, everyone saw the dying golden eagle fluttering its wings, starting to regain its vitality, leaping up and flying into the air to lead the way.

Xie Fu stroked the golden eagle and said softly: "It's not healed yet, don't worry."

Xie Fu's voice seemed to have a soothing effect. The golden eagle became quiet, and everyone's anxious hearts calmed down. They felt that everything was under the magical control of Xie Fu.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As time went by, the golden eagle was able to raise its head and look full of energy. Only then did Xie Fu stop, the red light on his body also faded away, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Casting the blessing mantra is an extremely labor-intensive task. Even if it means saving Wen Renling, Xie Fu still thinks it's worth it.

Everyone was amazed, it was like a god descended to earth. After hearing this, Hou Cang asked: "Brother, tell me the truth, are you a god?"

Huo Tiandai responded: "This is the mantra of blessing. The young master is a master of literature and art."

There have been legends of masters of arts and crafts circulating in various places in the Western Regions. They can perform magical powers similar to those of gods. Such people are classified as divine masters. The word "divine master" earlier was indeed correct.

At this time, the golden eagle regained its vitality, and it flapped its wings and wanted to fly high. However, the injury to one wing did not recover so quickly, and it only flew up to a height of about ten feet before falling down.

Xie Fu stretched out his hand and held the golden eagle firmly in his hand. He said to Hou Cang, "Brother, without delay, I will let the golden eagle lead the way for me. I will arrive first, and you will arrive last!"

It would be more useful to have Fu Xie come out than to send out the entire Wenren Ranch. Wenren Hou Cang said gratefully: "Brother, please."

"rest assured!"

After Xie Fu finished speaking, he strode out of the hall and called Feiyun to come. As soon as he got on his horse, he saw Zhuoer and Dong He already riding to his side.

"Sir, I'll go with you."

"Master, my name is Dong He, and my father is Dong Xiong."

"That's enough for me alone. You two will arrive after the owner."

As Xie Fu said this, he galloped towards the north at a speed as fast as lightning.

After a while, the two of them followed up. Feiyun was a peerless horse, and Fu Xie couldn't help but look at their mounts.

Dong He said: "Master, my mount is called Jingfan, it will not slow down your speed."

Zhuoer said: "As soon as I find Wen Renling, I can use my whistle as a signal to notify the field owners."

Xie Fu said: "Then follow, but you must obey my instructions and do not act without authorization."

The golden eagle was well versed in human nature and was even more impatient than the three of them. He wanted to fly high several times, but Xie Fu held him firmly in his hands and comforted the golden eagle: "Just lead the way."

Dong He couldn't help but ask: "Master, how do you make the golden eagle stay in your hand?"

Xie Fu responded: "This is invisible control of Qi. It is controlled by my Qi and cannot fly." Without even this knowledge, it seems that Dong He's cultivation level is low.

Dong He asked: "Master, can you accept me as your disciple and teach me these things?"

Xie Fu refused directly: "No."

The sunset ended silently, and darkness fell. The world turned into darkness, and people seemed to be blind. But for the golden eagle, darkness was just a color, and it continued to show the way for the three of them.

…

Qiu Ruyi followed Gebala to the deep mountains of Daguan Mountain. The jungle here was dense and there were almost no roads. However, these tiger tribes walked on the ground without any impact. Moreover, they passed by like animals without leaving any human traces. There was no way to

track.

In Qiu Ruyi's view, this kind of place cannot be penetrated by the army at all. Then he thought about it, so what if the army could penetrate this place? Ordinary soldiers are vulnerable to the tiger tribe, and martial arts practitioners are afraid of the mortals in their hands.

Shi, from this point of view, the Tiger Clan is simply a group of undefeated beings that cannot be defeated.

Suddenly a possibility came to mind - a man of letters.

People in the literary world have magical powers that can subdue the tiger tribe and are not afraid of the mortal stones in their hands, just like Gebala, the great national master of Xirong next to him.

"Grand Master, haven't the Tiger Clan always been in Tianshui Diwan? How could they abandon the natural sanctuary of Tianshui Diwan and move to Daguan Mountain? There is no mortal stone in Daguan Mountain."

Gebala smiled and said: "No, you can luck it out."
To be continued...