The wounded iron-headed sand python became more and more furious, and its slender tail was thrown out violently at the king's soldiers. If Wang Bing is hit by this blow, I'm afraid that even if he doesn't die, he will have to shed his skin.

He didn't hesitate, and instantly urged Yun Yingdu, but even so, he still felt a gust of wind clinging to him, and his whole face hurt.

After the iron-headed sand python did not attack Wang Bing, he didn't care about the meat crown and fled quickly.

"Wang Bing, how are you?"

Ruolan was shocked, originally she thought that the inner dan of this iron-headed sand python had already been decided, why did Yurong's ice curtain suddenly not be restrained?

Wang Bing still had some hindsight, but he still shook his head: "I was slightly injured, but it didn't get in the way, let's hurry up and slaughter that beast!"

Wang Bing didn't stay to ask why Yu Rong couldn't control the ice curtain, his face was cold at this moment, and he already had a little more guilt for Yu Rong in his heart.

This woman can no longer be trusted.

Ruolan turned her head and glanced at Yu Rong meaningfully, and finally said, "Let's go! With his speed, he should be able to kill the iron-headed sand python soon!"

Yu Rong's face was also a little stiff, but she didn't explain what happened before, and followed Ruolan directly in the direction where Wang Bing was going.

The speed of the iron-headed sand python was not fast, and when Wang Bing urged the cloud shadow step to the extreme, the speed was faintly a few points faster.

As for the white-feathered demon eagle above his head, he had already rushed to the front of the iron-headed sand python, but because the difference in strength was too big, Wang Bing did not let the white-feather demon eagle start, but only chose to monitor.

Wang Bing was getting closer and closer to the iron-headed sand python, and he was only a hundred meters away from the back.

But at this moment, Wang Bing saw a flash of fire rushing out from the side, directly falling on the iron-headed sand python whose speed was gradually decreasing.

"Boom, boom!"

Wang Bing's figure stopped abruptly, and he saw three familiar shadows coming out of the side, among which was a very thin man, who directly cut off the head of the iron-headed sand python with a sword, and took out the inner dan from it.

Wang Bing's face became a little ugly, this iron-headed sand python was seriously injured by the three of them after giving a lot of strength, Wang Bing has been chasing for so long, but now he has been robbed of Neidan by others.

"Three, I seriously injured this iron-headed sand python, and I hope to return its inner dan to me!" Wang Bing said coldly.

The two men and one woman on the other side are all people Wang Bing has seen, and they are the opposite.

Wen Renhan still had a wicked smile on his face: "Yo! Isn't this the famous disciple of the Fire Peak Peak Lord? You say that this Neidan is yours is yours, then I said that all the fierce beasts and special metals in this intermediate secret realm are mine, what do you think?"

Standing next to Wen Renhan was Zi Ning, who had been defeated by Wang Bing, and Chu Tiankuo, the peak of the eight-star spirit martial artist with the title of Fire Demon.

Yu Rong and Ruolan also arrived quickly, and saw that the body of the iron-headed sand python was on the ground, while Nedan was in the hands of the fire demon, and quickly guessed the reason for this matter.

When Yan Mo and Wen Renhan saw Ruolan, they couldn't help but light up in their eyes, Ruolan was so beautiful, and the top ten beauties of Xuanyin Sect really deserved its reputation, even a man like Yan Mo, who was focused on cultivation, couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Ruolan walked up to Wang Bing's side and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's just a nine-star fierce beast Neidan!

Wang Bing shook his head, if it were someone else, this Neidan could be considered to let it out. But the other party is a disciple of Huofeng, and as the only personal disciple of the Lord of Shuifeng Peak, if he bows his head at this moment, he will lose face if he says it.

Seeing that Wang Bing was so stubborn, Ruolan had no choice but to speak:

"Senior Brother Wen, you and I are acquaintances! This iron-headed sand python was indeed injured by us first, and now its flesh crown is still in our hands, please return this inner pill to us!"

Yan Demon smiled and said, "If Senior Sister Ruolan likes it, I can also give it to you!" It's just that I took out this Inner Dan, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"Chu Tiankuo!"

Hearing Yan Demon say this, Zi Ning on the side was obviously a little unhappy on his face, so he called him, and Yan Demon lowered his head and laughed.

Ruolan was also quite helpless, although the two parties were all three people, they were two nine-star spirit martial arts masters, and one eight-star spirit martial arts master, but the other party was a seven-star spirit martial artist peak, an eight-star spirit martial arts peak and a nine-star spirit martial arts peak.

On the surface, they seem to have an advantage, but everyone knows that with Wen Renhan's strength, they can't be defeated at all, so they can only argue theoretically.

"Everyone is a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect, do you have to turn your face because of an inner pill?" Wen Ren said with a cold smile.

Wang Bing snorted: "If you don't take out the Iron-headed Sand Python's Inner Dan, I may really turn my face in the next second!"

"What guts!" Wen Renhan suddenly closed his palms and said, "I just don't know if your strength is directly proportional to your guts?"

In fact, Wen Renhan had already noticed that Wang Bing had broken through to the eight-star spirit martial artist Dacheng, which made him a little frightened, obviously more than ten days ago, when the Water and Fire Peak Exchange Competition, Wang Bing's cultivation was only the peak of the seven-star spirit martial artist, how could he break through to the eight-star spirit martial artist so quickly?

"Speaking of strength, I don't know why, I actually have a little blind confidence!"

Wang Bing suddenly smiled, he also had a place in his heart, even if he couldn't beat Wen Renhan, but relying on the two talismans left by the Lord of Shuifeng Peak, as well as the White Feather Demon Eagle, if he wanted to escape for his life, no one in this intermediate secret realm could stop him.

"Are you crazy?"

Yu Rong, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, and even Mo Yu, the first inner disciple of Shuifeng, didn't dare to talk to Wen Renhan like this, but Wang Bing behaved so flamboyantly, making people think that he had a mental problem.

Wang Bing didn't even look at her.

"Since you have said so, then let's have a competition and decide the final ownership of this Inner Dan! I won't take advantage of you, just let Tiankuo fight with you, you are all eight-star spirit warriors!"

(End of chapter)