In the silent night, the dense branches and leaves blocked the bright moonlight.

In an open space in Wanjinglin, nearly a hundred tents of various sizes and shapes were stationed. These tents gathered in small groups and formed separate camps.

Jiang Xiaofan was sitting in front of a tent. Zhao Jin's snoring came from behind him, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep, so he sat by the campfire and kept vigil. After all, the night in Wanjinglin really didn't make people feel safe at all.

Isha opened his small backpack in the tent. The ice mole poked its head out and barked twice. Isha quickly put his index finger in front of his lips and whispered: "Don't scream, let others know."

It would be bad to find out..."

After that, he took out some wild vegetables that had been prepared from the storage ring and fed them to the Ice Mole.

This ice mole is Isha's contracted spirit beast. If he doesn't follow Isha, it will be a very difficult existence for him. What's more, Isha will have to travel for at least ten days this time, so he can only quietly send Han

Put the ice mole in your backpack and carry it quietly with you.

The Ice Mole itself likes a dark environment, and has a well-behaved personality. It stayed in the backpack for a whole day without being discovered by anyone.

After feeding the ice mole, Isha touched its little head, feeling the cold skin and the ice energy that kept pouring into her palms. She pursed her lips and smiled. After all, she would never have thought of it a few days ago.

I can actually have a spiritual beast following me one day, and it's also a level five monster.

At this time, in the dead of night, Jiang Xiaofan flicked his palm away, and there were only three Soul Pills left in his hand. Although it was enough to use the Soul Pills to restore the strength of the Earth Martial Realm, where could he get the soul power to recover in the future?

It seems that we can only rely on the Bixia Valley group to kill more powerful monsters this time!

There was a rustling sound, and Yi Xia untied the curtain of the tent and got out. She looked at Jiang Xiaofan sitting there and thinking, and asked softly: "Why don't you sleep?"

Jiang Xiaofan grinned, turned to look at Zhao Jin in the tent, and said, "Brother Zhao is too noisy. Anyway, I'm not sleepy, so I'll just come out and sit."

Yixia covered her mouth and chuckled, then walked to Jiang Xiaofan and sat down, then hugged her calves with both hands and rested her head on her knees. The burning firelight shone on her little face, with a trace of

warmth.

"Xiao Fan, your strength has improved so fast. Will you leave after your soul recovers?" Yixia asked softly with his eyes flashing.

Jiang Xiaofan smiled bitterly and said: "Well, by calculation, there are only two years left. There is really no need to delay it. When my strength recovers, I should go to Dongzhou to have a look."

"Then...shall I go with you?" Isha looked at the burning bonfire and asked in a low voice.

Faced with this problem, Jiang Xiaofan naturally wanted to be with Yixia. After all, Jiang Xiaofan felt very happy being with Yixia, but there should be a lot of cultivation resources in the Southern Territory. As the reincarnation of Yixia,

She must seize the time to collect divine power, spiritual veins and dragon veins instead of following Jiang Xiaofan around.

Jiang Xiaofan grinned and said to Yi Xia: "When you reach the peak of the Martial King Realm, come find me again."

"Really?" Yixia quickly turned his head and looked at Jiang Xiaofan.

"Um."

"Then I will practice hard!"

Yixia said with a smile, but then asked: "Then when I arrive at the King of Martial Realm, where will I find you?"

Jiang Xiaofan looked at the night sky and said after a while: "Northern Xinjiang Dragon City, Jiang Family."

"Okay! That's a deal! I will practice as soon as possible and then go find you! You may not be able to beat me by then, hehe..." Yisha blinked, his eyes filled with worries about the future.

yearning.

"laugh!"

At this moment, a sound like a piece of cloth being torn suddenly came from the distance, followed immediately by a scream!

This scream made all the mercenaries open their eyes, and they picked up their weapons and got out of the tent!

"It's Night Wolf! Everyone follow me to attack!"

The originally quiet night suddenly became boiling!

After Yixia stuffed the ice mole back into her backpack, she followed Jiang Xiaofan directly towards the point of the incident!

The soldiers and mercenaries of the city lord's palace gathered around, and then they discovered that on the outskirts of the mercenary camp, a temporary team of five people was sneak attacked by a pack of night wolves at night.

Night wolves are a kind of monster that only moves at night. They are almost all level three monsters. Their biggest feature is that they can hide their own energy and breath. Even the strong ones in the Martial King Realm have difficulty detecting their existence.

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It is precisely because of this that the wolves' sneak attack on the mercenary camp went so smoothly!

Jiang Xiaofan rushed to the scene, only to find three corpses lying on the ground, two people were injured, and several night wolves were tearing them apart.

There are more than twenty wolves in this pack, and the third-level monsters are almost equal to the blue-striped mercenaries, which is enough to prove that the fighting power of this wolf pack is strong. If they fight against each other, they will probably suffer some losses.

At this time, a bright light flashed in the dark night sky, and then a thunder struck the ground instantly, directly blasting the three night wolves into pieces!

Night Wolf was alerted that something was wrong and immediately turned around and retreated!

Nangong Huan's figure slowly appeared in the air. He pressed the air with one hand, and then thousands of thunderbolts penetrated the ground like sharp blades. All these night wolves were killed in an instant!

The sound of miserable howls continued, and the ripples of thunder energy spread. Everyone felt the domineering power of thunder in this energy.

Zhao Jin stood next to Jiang Xiaofan, swallowed hard, and said: "I heard that Nangong Huan has the peak strength of the Tianwu realm, but looking at this, I believe he is the King of Martial Arts."

It has to be said that the Nangong family in the Southern Territory possesses one of the extremely rare god-level bloodlines in the spiritual world, the Leihe bloodline!

The power of this bloodline is almost equal to that of the Qinglong bloodline in Northern Xinjiang. Even though Nangong Huan's strength is only at the Tianwu realm, the power of the bloodline is indeed enough for him to fight against the strong King of Martial Arts.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaofan smiled bitterly. Although he had reached the Martial King realm, he didn't even know his own bloodline.

The Jiang family inherited the seventh-level bloodline of the Barbarian Blood Raccoon, but he was only the adopted son of Jiang Ao and Jiang Lin. It was a pity that he had tried to detect his own bloodline, but could not find any trace of its bloodline power.

If he has the power of inherited bloodline, Jiang Xiaofan can even find his true family through bloodline.

For these powerful god-level bloodlines, Jiang Xiaofan was only envious.

Even if the dragon vein provides dragon power and the spiritual vein provides elemental power, it is extremely powerful, but where is it more convenient than the blood power that is truly integrated into all the blood in one's body?

When Jiang Xiaofan was in a daze, the battle was completely over. Several night wolves were fluttering around, but they did not have the strength to get up at all.

The power of the thunder element cannot be easily matched by other elements.

Nangong Huan slowly landed in a bloody battlefield. There were still many thunder and lightning crackling and flashing in the dark night beside him.

The soldiers quickly stepped forward to clean the battlefield. Nangong Huan glanced at everyone, and then said to the entourage beside him: "Record the dead mercenaries, and send 10,000 copper coins to their homes. The number of soldiers left on duty will be doubled. Don't do it."

this circumstance occurs."

The entourage immediately accepted the order with clasped fists and arranged for soldiers to be on duty and patrol at night.

After everyone watched Nangong Huan walk back to the tent, everyone dared to talk.

"Isn't the Young City Lord too strong? This mission will definitely be successfully completed."

"No, I heard that he already had golden patterns at the age of 14."

"This is the difference between the royal family and us commoners."

"I really envy families with blood heritage."

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After discussing for a while, everyone returned to their tents after being driven away by the soldiers.

After the sneak attack by Night Wolf, everyone was alert, especially the mercenaries on the outside of the camp, who slept with their weapons in their hands for fear of being in danger.

After Zhao Jin returned to the tent, he continued to fall asleep. After Jiang Xiaofan and Yixia said good night to each other, Jiang Xiaofan sat in the tent, swallowed a Soul Pill, and began to repair his soul.

A night without words...

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The next day, as soon as the sky lit up, Nangong Huan directly led the troops, and everyone continued to move towards the Bixia Valley.

Most of the people injured yesterday have recovered to some extent, but the mercenaries who were injured by Night Wolf last night are having difficulty recovering. One of them suffered a leg injury, and the mercenaries who originally cooperated avoided him.

Fortunately, Nangong Huan was quite loyal, so he directly found a cart, ordered someone to pull the man, and gave him healing medicine. He would be able to walk on the ground by tomorrow.

Everyone hurried on their way, when Zhao Xin'er suddenly walked up to Jiang Xiaofan again and said with a smile: "Brother Jiang Fan, did you sleep well last night?"

Sensing Zhao Xin'er's concern, Jiang Xiaofan always felt a little uncomfortable, not to mention the eyes of Yi Xia next to him and Qin Rong not far away, as sharp as knives. If their eyes could kill, Jiang Xiaofan would probably die.

Can't die anymore.

"It's okay, thank you for the tent." Jiang Xiaofan grinned. Although he knew that Zhao Xiner must be so kind to him for a purpose, he still had to have the minimum courtesy.

At this time, Zhao Jin saw Jiang Xiaofan's dilemma and hurriedly stepped forward to save him. He grabbed Jiang Xiaofan, put their arms around each other, and then said to Zhao Xin'er: "Miss Zhao, by the way, my surname is also Zhao, maybe my ancestors

We are still a family."

Zhao Xin'er pursed her red lips and ignored Zhao Jin. She smiled and said to Jiang Xiaofan, "Brother Jiang Fan, why don't you come to our Fangyuan Chamber of Commerce tonight and let's discuss pharmacology."

"I'm sorry, I've been too tired from walking these past two days. I want to rest early tonight. Let's talk about it after we get back to Yinshuang City." Jiang Xiaofan touched his nose and replied.

"Okay then, we are going to roast a green chrysanthemum deer here tonight. I will send you some venison then. The meat of this green chrysanthemum deer is soft, fragrant and juicy. You must not refuse it." Zhao Xin'er wisely found a step for herself.

.

"Then thank you, sister Zhao Xin'er." Jiang Xiaofan nodded and smiled.

"Don't call me sister, call me Xin'er."
Chapter completed!