After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Chapter 137 Reunion with the same disciples

He looked at the lucky doll inquiringly, and seeing that he also had a frown on his face, he knew that what he thought was right.

So where did this big rock come from?

Judging from the size, even if he wanted to put it here quietly without being discovered, it would take some effort and he might not succeed.

At this time, Fuwawa gestured to him, indicating that two people should surround him from the left and right to see if there was anyone behind the stone.

Chu Xinglan understood what he meant and gestured to his right. The two of them separated tacitly and approached each other quietly and quickly.

When they reached the side of the stone, they rushed out at the same time and looked behind the boulder together.

But unexpectedly, there was only the sound of the breeze blowing through the grass, as if mocking the two of them for being so nervous.

The two looked at each other, both speechless, but no one let down their guard.

Fuwawa thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to look further ahead?"

Chu Xinglan thought that since they had already come out, and something seemed to have happened in this secret realm that they didn't know about, he might remember it if he went back, so he agreed.

The two people maintained a safe distance between each other and walked forward together, highly concentrating as they slowly checked the area.

As they were walking, the two heard a familiar voice.

The dynamic and unique melody came in the night, and it even had a sense of horror.

Sure enough, the two of them soon saw the big pit where they met the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion in the morning.

Chu Xinglan looked inside curiously. There was no one in the pit. Just by looking at the messy traces in the pit, he could imagine how much mental shock Qu Lai and the others had suffered.

Fuwawa couldn't help but twitch his lips. He wanted to say something, but finally swallowed his words back.

"I don't know when they escaped, or whether they encountered any strange people."

Chu Xinglan had no idea about this. Since there was no one around and no new prey, the two men did not stay any longer and continued to move forward.

In the center of the secret realm, more and more disciples were lying on the ground, and even Cangqiong Mountain was not spared.

A group of people are now fighting completely based on instinct. Everyone is exhausted, but no one dares to stop.

Song Ling had joined the battle earlier, but the sword he was holding for show had been thrown away somewhere long ago. He mechanically held his large alchemy furnace and smashed anyone who approached.

The intense physical exertion made it impossible for him to maintain a steady breathing. He panted heavily and hit another person, then complained sadly.

"I don't know where Brother Chu ran off to. Why hasn't he come to rescue us yet?"

The guy next to him who had shouted slogans the loudest at the beginning was now too tired to show any energy.

"It's so late now, the little ancestor must be resting. And no one has come for such a long time, so they must be gathering their strength and waiting to come and take it down tomorrow."

"Compared to this, we are like the donkey pulling the mill."

Song Ling said with a spit, "How can a donkey be close to me when I am so handsome and elegant?"

As he said that, he turned his head and shouted to the guy lying on the ground behind him: "It's enough to rest. Hurry up and get up. Stop pretending to be dead."

A person chuckled twice, and a weak voice was heard.

"Brother Song, you must not have used your full strength yet. When we were fighting fiercely before, you ran away secretly. Don't think we didn't notice."

Others also echoed: "That's right, you are our captain, why are you still lazy?"

That being said, the two of them had no intention of complaining at all. This sudden battle brought them closer together.

Those who originally didn't dare to talk to Song Ling now dared to make jokes.

Song Ling laughed and scolded: "I am doing something important, which is much more important than what you guys who only know how to act recklessly do. When I win, I will show you what wisdom is!"

They were trying to have fun in the midst of adversity, while Chu Xinglan and Fuwawa, who had been following them from a distance, were stunned.

Chu Xinglan thought that Song Ling and the others might have arrived here, but he never expected the scene to be so tragic and the atmosphere to be so weird.

The lucky doll looked around at the people on the ground and gave Chu Xinglan a thumbs up in admiration.

"You guys from Cangqiong Mountain are really powerful. Twenty people beat forty people."

"As expected of the number one sect, my Hanshan Temple is still a little bit behind."

For a moment, Chu Xinglan couldn't tell whether he was really praising him or mocking him.

But seeing that Song Ling and the others were obviously exhausted, he didn't plan to watch any more.

"I'll go out and take care of it. You wait here."

After giving instructions, he headed straight for the battlefield.

Every one of these people was fighting basically relying on willpower. Their spiritual power had been exhausted, and even their bodies could not take it anymore and were shaking.

Chu Xinglan just walked around in the crowd, and the people who were still fighting with Song Ling and others all fell to the ground.

Even the way they looked at Chu Xinglan didn't contain anger, but relief and gratitude.

Chu Xinglan almost suspected that he had seen it wrong.

Song Ling fell to the ground and cried, "Brother Chu, you are finally here. I felt like I was going to die!"

"These people teamed up to bully me, wuwuwu~"

Originally he just wanted to pretend, but he felt so sore all over that he couldn't move at all, and the golden bead fell down without any control.

Chu Xinglan looked at him in shock, with a head full of question marks. Why is he crying? Wasn't he still alive and kicking just now?

Song Ling felt it when tears came out of his eyes. His face turned red with shame. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe them away, but his arms were too weak to do anything.

Chu Xinglan noticed it, walked up to him, squatted down, and placed his fingers on his pulse.

The spiritual power traveled around his body and he heaved a sigh of relief when he found that there was nothing serious.

He took out the pills from his bell and stuffed two into his mouth.

"It's nothing serious. Hurry up and meditate to refine the elixir and practice the exercises. Maybe this time you can turn a disaster into a blessing and advance to the next level."

Originally Song Ling wanted to try again. He really wanted to lie down and sleep, but when he heard that he could advance, he forced himself to sit cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Chu Xinglan checked the others again and found that their conditions were basically the same as Song Ling's, but a few of them had internal injuries and still needed proper treatment.

He took out two bottles of pills and threw them into the hands of the disciple who was still able to move.

"Give it to everyone, then quickly meditate and practice. I will protect you."

It was the first time that the disciple was so close to Chu Xinglan. He was flattered for a moment and took the pill with both hands and thanked him repeatedly.

Chu Xinglan waved his hand nonchalantly and walked to the injured disciples, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

He really wanted to help them, but he had never learned how to heal injuries, so how was he supposed to do this?