I feel like this person doesn't seem that annoying.

"Damn this thing is so delicious!" Meng Xudong ate the spirit fruit and shouted with an inexplicable look on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Yue glanced at him.

"I've eaten it, but it's not so delicious! The spiritual fruit in the secret realm tastes sweeter!" Meng Xudong said, swallowing again, and only two were squirting, and he couldn't satisfy his appetite. He looked at Song Yue, "Where did you collect it? Is there any?"

Song Yue looked at him like a fool: "Xiao Meng, do you think I am the kind of person who can leave fruit on the tree?"

Meng Xudong was speechless, and then after everyone had eaten the spirit fruit, they walked out of the dense forest together.

Fortunately, the group of students from the School of Practice who dared not come in were waiting outside the dense forest and knew that they formed a defensive formation.

Someone has raised a few folding alloy shields that are also produced from aliens to prevent being attacked by cold arrows.

Seeing Song Yue and others coming out, everyone outside breathed a sigh of relief.

Several emotional girls even had red eyes and almost cried.

There is no such feeling outside, every minute and every second is full of torture.

The young geniuses who truly walked out of the ivory tower for the first time experienced great joys and sorrows and witnessed death with their own eyes in less than a day.

It can be said that in less than a day, it will have an immeasurable effect on ripening this group of greenhouse flowers.

After Song Yue came out, he did not laugh at the people who stayed outside, but smiled slightly at everyone as usual: "Great chickens, now it's safe, we can continue to set off!"

A group of students from the School of Practice who were originally full of emotion were directly defeated by the word "福" and immediately broke free from their emotions.

"You're the chubby chicken!"

"If the high-level monks hadn't taken action at will, you would have been burned to death by us!"

"A martial artist can bully the lower-level monks."

Song Yue was too lazy to be aware of this group of kids who were of the same age as him but were at least ten years apart in psychological age, and waved his hand: "Okay, okay, you guys are big, you're all right!"

Several girls spit on him with red faces, but their eyes turned different from the past when they looked at him.

It seems that there is less fear and more complicated emotions that are difficult to describe.

In fact, those boys talked about Song Yue, but their thoughts were actually the same.

Song Yue is their backbone. As long as this martial artist who has bullied them for many years is here, they will feel very confident.

Just as Song Yue was about to continue to move towards the target mountain area with everyone, a boy from the practice academy next to him suddenly screamed and then screamed with his head in his arms.

"It hurts so much!"

"My head is about to explode!"

Song Yue was shocked. He never took off his protective energy, but he didn't expect that the person who was caught this time was actually the one around him.

The next moment, a feather arrow tied with a note was shot directly on a big tree not far away from everyone.

"Protect him!"

Song Yue threw down a sentence, walked over with a cold face and pulled out the feather arrow that was obviously a product of modern technology. He opened the note on it, and only wrote one sentence on it.

If you don’t want the students in the School of Practice to be mentally broken and lose, you will leave them by yourself and go to the three o’clock area where you are heading. We are waiting for you there!

Qian Qianxue walked over, her eyes showed a hint of worry, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Xudong also came over with him and asked in a low voice: "Are they?"

Song Yue held the note in his hand and held it hard into a ball, feeling extremely angry.

He knew that Zhang Zixing would never let him go, but he didn't expect that those people would be lawless and attack the students of the School of Practice.

Don’t look at this group of people who are chirping all day long, in the eyes of people outside, any high-level monk in the School of Practice is a real national treasure!

Their experience and experience are indeed not rich enough, but their future will be extremely bright.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the high-level monks who have gone out of the Cultivation Academy do not die, they will definitely become famous figures in decades.

Such people, Zhang Zixing and others dare to attack like this without restraint?

Is this trying to force apart me from the students of the School of Practice and find a place where no one can attack me?

By chance, I just want to solve this problem as soon as possible!

Song Yue thought to himself and looked at Qian Qianxue first: "Brother Qian, be brave! You can do it!"

Then he looked at Meng Xudong: "It's those secret realm people!"

"Xiao Meng, I'll give you a task to take care of these little chickens for me first. It's here, everyone can find good medicinal materials on the spot."

"Remember, I haven't come back, don't walk around, but if I haven't come back for a day or two, you just go back to the altar!"

"Nothing is more important than life. Although there is nothing good near the altar, it is not enough to go back empty-handed."

As he said that, he did not give everyone a chance to ask questions. He pushed his feet hard towards the ground and rushed out directly at three o'clock.

The dense forests are full of weeds, and he is lost in the blink of an eye.

Qian Qianxue wanted to say something, but before she could say it, she saw Song Yue disappearing into the depths of the dense forest and murmured: "Be careful!"

Meng Xudong frowned, glanced at the feather arrow that Song Yue had not taken away, and said with a depressed look: "Bad secret realm people, Xiao Song is too reckless!"
Chapter completed!