A person was walking aimlessly in the Warcraft Mountains. I wonder if it was because of the winter. There didn't seem to be as many Warcraft in the mountains as Zhou Yiyun imagined. Do Warcraft also have to hibernate?

Zhou Yiyun soon rejected his idea. Warcraft is almost like a human monk, its physique has reached an astonishing level, and its physical strength far exceeds that of human beings. How can it be afraid of severe cold and harsh weather?

At this time, Zhou Yiyun was very depressed. So far, he had not encountered a single monster. However, he had encountered several human monks. It seemed that the deeper you went, the more human monks there were. At that time, he had just entered the mountain range, but he had not seen a single person.

, as I went deeper, there were more and more monks, which surprised me, and made me even more confused about the situation.

At this moment, a sudden deep roar came from not far ahead, followed by roars and killing sounds. It was obvious that someone was fighting.

As usual, Zhou Yiyun would definitely take a detour when encountering this kind of situation. Since he was not very familiar with the terrain when he came to the Warcraft Mountains for the first time, if he continued to wander around like this, his life would be in danger, so Zhou Yiyun planned to find someone.

Make a personal inquiry and make a decision after understanding clearly.

Regardless of whether they are hunting monsters or not, I will go and observe in the dark first. If there is any abnormality, I will run away.

After making up his mind, Zhou Yiyun quickly walked over there.

Not long after, Zhou Yiyun came close. At this moment, Zhou Yiyun did not show up, but just hid behind an ancient tree and watched carefully.

It was a mess. There were several corpses lying on the ground. There were people and animals. Blood was pouring out from the wounds. There was blood on the trees and the ground. It exuded a strong fishy smell. The strong smell of blood made people smell it.

Desire to vomit.

Not far away, three monks were leaning against a big tree, holding blades in their hands. Their eyes were staring straight ahead, with panic on their faces. Even the blades in their hands were shaking faintly. They were breathing rapidly. The meaning of death was constantly rising in their hearts.

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In the direction pointed by the blade, seven or eight ferocious giant wolves' eyes glowed blue, their fangs were fully extended, and their teeth were cracked. The saliva in their mouths continued to drip to the ground. Low roars came from their throats from time to time, and their footsteps did not move.

He stopped and slowly walked towards the monks step by step, wearing down the last bit of psychological defense of the monks.

As if he couldn't bear this atmosphere, one of the monks let out a shrill roar and charged away at the pack of wolves. His heart finally collapsed due to panic.

"No..." A middle-aged monk who was standing on the spot shouted hurriedly. Unexpectedly, it was too late. The monk had already rushed out and died tragically in the kiss of a pack of wolves within a few moments.

The hand that wanted to pull stopped in mid-air, his expression stiff.

"Brother, look...it seems we won't be able to leave here alive today." A young monk trembled and said, his face looking extremely pale and bloodless due to excessive fright.

Slowly putting down his hand that was still in the air, the muscular middle-aged man looked haggard and gloomy, and asked instead of answering:

"Are you afraid of it?"

The young monk nodded, not shying away from what he was thinking.

"Xiao Zhen, I'm sorry. Originally, I just wanted to take you out to see you, but I didn't expect... Alas, it was me who harmed you." The middle-aged monk sighed, looking remorseful.

"Brother, you are doing this for my own good, so how can you say sorry to me? Over the years, you have been risking your life to search for spiritual materials in this mountain range. Haven't you done everything for me?" the young monk said in a low tone.

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"You are so careless about life and death that you go to the mountains to look for spiritual materials and elixirs every now and then. You are doing this all for me... all for me!" Looking at the haggard and sallow-looking relatives, the young monk seemed to

I couldn't control myself anymore, so I cried.

"It's all that charlatan who says that I am a genius, a genius, a beauty, and a piece of shit." The young monk became more and more excited as he spoke, his face was filled with excitement, and tears directly covered his cheeks.

"You have reached the fifth level of martial arts at your age, which is rare in the entire Youluo City. Why are you not a genius?" said the middle-aged monk.

"They are all piled up alive for me with the spiritual materials you exchanged for your life. Over the years, have you ever sold a single plant of spiritual herbs and elixirs? Have you ever consumed elixirs made from spiritual materials?

"?" The young monk's eyes looked eagerly at his biological elder brother. Although his eyes were covered with tears, they were still bright and dazzling.

As if being stabbed by the young monk's bright eyes, the middle-aged monk turned his head slightly to avoid it, not daring to look directly.

Seeing this, the young monk smiled miserably, looking miserable: "You don't have any... you don't have any, you gave them all to me... you gave them all to me. Every time I mention this, you tell me

I said cultivation is important, cultivation is important. Cultivation is nothing but nothing. Cultivation is nothing but ghost."

"I have thought before that I will repay you well when I succeed in my cultivation. Now... there is no hope... there is no hope... there is no hope in this life. Now we two brothers will die miserably in the forest.

, I can’t repay this kind of kindness, so I’ll kneel down and kowtow to you a few times.” After saying this, he bent his knees, knelt straight on the ground, and kowtowed to you.

"Xiao Zhen..." Looking at his brother kneeling on the ground, and remembering the fierce words before, the middle-aged man who originally wanted to help him stopped abruptly and just called out softly.

After kowtowing enough times, the young monk wanted to stand up. Unexpectedly, he stumbled and almost fell down. He hurriedly reached out with his left hand to support the big tree beside him, and then he stood firm. In an instant, his mind was racing.

Turning around, a light flashed in his eyes, and the thoughts in his mind were firmly grasped by it.

"I will never be your brother in the next life. How about I be your brother?" the young monk said sadly.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, the middle-aged man hugged the young monk in front of him, tears fell from his eyes, and he sobbed: "Brother is useless, brother can't save you..."

The young monk's face changed, as if he was making up his mind, and he said softly: "Brother, I will definitely be able to save you, I will definitely save you."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man looked shocked. He let go of his brother and said, "Xiao Zhen, what did you say? Why save me?"

The young monk chuckled lightly, looked at his dearest elder brother in front of him, finally made up his mind, and spoke out his thoughts.

"no!"

A loud shout came from the mouth of the middle-aged man, his face was particularly angry, and his breathing was a bit heavy.
Chapter completed!