"Otherwise, you should come with us, and more people will take care of it." Lorne persuaded. The white fat man and the others also looked at Luo Changfeng and the others eagerly, obviously thinking the same thing.

Seeing Luo Changfeng and the others' insistence on life and death, they were all moved, and then when they made a move, Luo Changfeng and the others had the opportunity to escape, but none of them left, but all stayed to fight side by side with them, which made them feel good.

As for the past grudges, they have long been thrown out of the clouds, well, on the whole, they are still very generous.

Luo Changfeng didn't speak, just shook his head with a wry smile.

The white fat man and the others are indeed generous, but he can't be generous.

After all, the last time the two major temples were evil, the Xinghua Temple relied on Gu Fenghua's Danshu to not be damaged, but their Guanghua Temple suffered heavy losses, and he himself was just fine, he was lucky to heal the injury, and his cultivation was not affected in any way, Feng Qingyue still felt sorry for himself with crutches, even if he was generous, the others in the Guanghua Temple could not be generous.

If it is known that he has joined forces with Gu Fenghua, he will be able to drown him after he goes back.

Waving his hand, Luo Changfeng turned around and left with a few senior brothers.

"Wait." Guessing what Luo Changfeng was afraid of, Gu Fenghua didn't persuade much, but took out dozens of bottles of healing saint pills and handed them to him.

Luo Changfeng hesitated for a moment, and finally accepted the Holy Pill.

Seeing Luo Changfeng and the others leave, Gu Fenghua took out the Tianfang map, observed it carefully for a while, chose a suitable place to camp, and quickly rushed with Luo Enen and the others.

Shortly after they left, a girl in a red shirt and a red veil came to the top of the sand dune and stared at the demon dragon that had been split in half by a sword.

"I didn't expect that after a period of time, your cultivation has made such progress, and I am afraid that I will not be able to take this sword easily." After a long time, the girl said to herself.

Looking at the direction in which Gu Fenghua and the others left, the girl's brows furrowed slightly, and she thought about it. After a long time, her brows gradually relaxed, and she chased after her.

At night, a bright moon hangs in the sky, sprinkling cold moonlight.

A campfire is lit in a makeshift camp. Gu Fenghua and the others were standing in the open space next to the bonfire, calm and calm, and slashed out a sword at the same time.

The eight sword rays shot almost simultaneously, slicing through the night sky and slashing towards the sand slope in front of them, on which were placed several pieces of pure gold and mythril, which seemed to be used as sword targets by them.

Although they came from all directions, the goal was completely the same, and the timing of the shot was almost the same, and the eight swords soon met in the air, as if they were about to converge.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang, and the eight sword rays exploded at the same time, turning into a turbulent stream and scattering in all directions, but the Adamantite Mithril that was placed on the sand slope as a sword target was not damaged at all.

"Failed again." Lorne said dejectedly, and the white fat man and the others were also disappointed.

As soon as they had dinner, they were dragged by Gu Fenghua to practice swords. What he practiced, of course, was the sword that slayed the demon king monitor lizard during the day.

Since meeting Lu Aochen, the sense of crisis in Gu Fenghua's heart has become stronger and stronger. If her guess is correct, the next time she meets Lu Aochen and the others, she may not be able to get out as easily as today, and only when they really master that sword will they have the confidence to compete with them.