Chapter 63

LAN Wenxuan calmly looked at the little prince. He didn't believe it, nor did ordinary people meet the fanaticism and respect of the royal children. Instead, he asked faintly, "what do you mean by saying this to me?"

The little prince is used to the fanaticism of others, but he didn't expect LAN Wenxuan to be so calm. He is a son of the royal family. If he is a normal person, he would have been fanatical for a long time. He would like to worship his teacher instead. However, LAN Wenxuan's eyes are just a little indifferent and nothing else can be seen.

"I just want to learn from you, that's all! There is no other meaning Little Wang Ye said pitifully.

"Good. whatever. Can I rest now? " LAN Wenxuan said impatiently.

Little Wang Ye's eyes were somewhat disappointed, but he also understood and admired LAN Wenxuan.

This meeting outside suddenly hears knock on the door, two people look at each other, LAN Wenxuan indifferent way: "come in."

As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous purple robe opened the door and came in. When he saw the little prince, his eyes contracted instinctively, and then returned to normal. He said gently to them: "excuse me for coming here. I'm the city leader of the fallen city. I didn't mean to offend him yesterday. Today, my wife and brother collided with them again, and I've been taught a lesson, Now I'd like to apologize for those two useless things! "

LAN Wenxuan and Xiao Wangye are not surprised that Leng unintentionally can find his own room. As a real snake in the fallen city, if he can't find them, it's a joke.

Knowing that Lan Wenxuan didn't want to talk, the little prince nodded his head and said, "since the Lord of the city has come here in person, let's forget about it. As you know, our royal family don't like to see the people below."

Cold has no intention that it is not cold at all. He smiles and bows, but his heart has been in a cold sweat for a long time. I haven't tried the cold taste for a long time.

Early the next morning, the little prince didn't show up. LAN Wenxuan didn't care about him either. When he got up and finished cleaning up, he was informed that he would continue to take the exam today and move towards the corrupt forest.

LAN Wenxuan's team of nearly 100 people looks huge, but for the endless decaying forest, they are no different from a group of ants crawling in.

Before he left, he announced the rules of training, and each person was considered to have passed the test by hunting ten level-3 Warcraft. For a week, he could form a team at will or act alone, but try not to be too far away from the big army. After all, there are countless dangers hidden in the rotten forest. At the same time, he repeated the system of the test: if he was far away from the team, there would be any danger, The college is irresponsible! Yes, everyone needs to be responsible for their own behavior, even if they are royal!

Lan Ying and other four tutors were also the leaders of their group and gave each freshman a map.

LAN Wenxuan is not willing to form a team with others and refuses to ask the freshmen to form a team. Prepare a person to start a week of exploration career, this time is not to look for something, but to take this opportunity to appreciate the scenery of the rotten forest, he is ready to enter the second corruption!

Along the way, an Jiachao kept pestering Lan Ying to talk. In order to show his profound knowledge, he even boasted about where he had experienced and how well he had done before. Moreover, he had killed Wuji Warcraft himself!

For his words, Lan Ying turned her lips with disdain. He also grew up in China, but she never heard that the young master of the family in China city could kill level 5 Warcraft before.

LAN Wenxuan deliberately falls behind the team and gets farther and farther away from the team. When he got into the dense forest, he slipped in obliquely.

The cold moonlight sprinkled slowly from the sky, and covered the whole rotten forest with a light mysterious veil. A young man in a blue shirt is hiding in the luxuriance. LAN Wenxuan frowns and looks at the mercenary crowd not far below. This is the main road into the rotten forest. Although he sees adventurers and mercenaries on weekdays, he doesn't think it's right to enter the rotten forest today. He always felt that there was a group of mercenaries following him, so he spread out his body method and hid in the huge tree. He found more than 20 mercenaries standing not far from LAN Wuyin. Beside them, he looked like the humanitarian leader: "head, why is that boy missing? The young master has told us that if we can't do that boy, we won't go back. I didn't expect to follow him for a day. As soon as I was ready to start, the boy disappeared. Where did you go? Did you find us hiding? "

"Don't be wordy. Look carefully." Listening to this, I saw that the dress of those mercenaries seemed to be similar to that of the fallen city guards. Several people's accomplishments were not low. The lowest one was a star swordsman, and the highest one had a star sword King's accomplishments.

Listen to these people's conversation, he has guessed 7788, probably Leng Qianqiu sent people. It seems that I have a grudge against all the young city masters in this world. First, Tiandu is a young city master, and now there's a falling city young city master. I'm also a beehive poker. I'm not surprised to recognize the origin of these people, "TMD! I've had enough of the popularity of Anjia chaoniao in the city of falling, and I'm just holding my breath. You've come out of your breath. You deserve your bad luck. " LAN Wenxuan, who was hiding in the huge tree, looked at the mercenary troops searching for him, and sneered softly.

This team was watched by LAN Wenxuan for a long time. There were 20 people in the team, only the leader was Wang Xiuwei. LAN Wenxuan thinks that he can keep these people, and because he has entered the dense forest, he uses the skills of nature to blend in with nature and hide in the dark. Following the team of mercenaries into the deep forest, LAN Wenxuan doesn't want to fight head-on. He hides quietly in the jungle, just like a hunter waiting for his prey. He patiently and quietly waits for the chance. The reason is very simple. He just wants to have some fun. Otherwise, how can he spend the week in the rotten forest!

After LAN Wenxuan followed the team for a long distance, the team finally stopped to have a rest. During the rest, a mercenary slowly left his companion and walked slowly towards a small bush.

Turn into the tree. As soon as the mercenary pulled out the guy, there was a black in front of him, and then there was a pain in the back of his head. Confused, dizzy

Shortly after the mercenary's explanation, there was a cry out of tune because of panic: "Warcraft, level 5 Warcraft!"

Listening to his cry, the mercenaries who had just finished their rest were stunned. One of them laughed and scolded at the fellow soldiers who had run away in a panic: "were you sucked up by a woman last night? This is the periphery of the rotten forest, where to find level 5 Warcraft! "

Before the curse fell, the mercenary who bowed his head rushed to the ground. Suddenly, his neck hurt and he fell to the ground. He knocked the two mercenaries like lightning. The figure who bowed his head suddenly made a mistake. As soon as he lifted his hand, the fierce suction pulled the furthest mercenary.

Palm a turn, a palm knife, ruthlessly shot at the neck of the mercenary who was sucked over, that ruthless, that accurate. "It's the boy! That boy

Nineteen swordsmen with different accomplishments from one star to five stars fell to the ground. He didn't want to kill too much. After all, he had no grudge. He knocked a few people unconscious and spent a lot of time. It was just a moment. Now the only one left is the leader.

But when he came back, all the mercenaries were lying on the ground, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead. After all, the leader is a star sword, Wang Xiuwei, and his reaction is not slow. Suddenly, he kicks LAN Wenxuan, who faints beside him, and takes out an object from his arms. It's similar to a communication tool. LAN Wenxuan doesn't want to cause too much trouble and affect his interest in corrupting the forest. His body turns into a blue shadow, and flashes in front of the leader, which contains 70% real Qi, Suddenly, he kicked the leader's belly.

"Poof Pooh." A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth. With the help of the thrust of the momentum. The leader's body crossed a parabola in mid air, exhausting his last strength. Pull open the signal bomb in hand, the signal bomb soars into the sky and looks so gorgeous in the corrupt night sky. LAN Wenxuan looks at the signal bomb rising from the sky. His face is gloomy, and his hand rises and falls. He ends the king's life. He doesn't want to deal with the comatose mercenaries on the ground any more. He turns around and dives into the rotten forest

"Jiji..." when LAN Wenxuan turned around, outside the dense forest behind him, a large number of whistles kept blowing. At this moment, all the mercenaries rushed to the direction of the dense forest.

All the way, I don't know how far I have stepped into the rotten forest. In a moment, with his current speed, he has already stepped into the depth of the rotten forest for hundreds of miles.

LAN Wenxuan thought while looking at the terrain, vaguely heard the roaring sound of water. Less than ten miles ahead, I found a stream. When he squatted down to clean the running dust, he let out a long breath, like he had completed a task.

Just as I was about to sit down by the stream and have a rest for a while, there was a violent aura wave and a fierce tiger roar, which suddenly exploded like thunder in the sky.

Listening to the fierce roaring of the tiger, LAN Wenxuan's face is slightly changed, and his eyes are tightly staring at the distant sky, where the fierce aura is coming out. With the help of sharp eyes, LAN Wenxuan seems to see a graceful and graceful woman.

"Is this the roar of the legendary level nine Warcraft pterygos? Who should have come up with the idea? "

"Level 9 Warcraft? It's not far away from the transformation. "

The eye pupil shrinks slightly, LAN Wenxuan swallows a saliva: "that is equivalent to the strong person of the highest level of the true cultivator's fetal rest, who dares to scratch its tiger beard?"