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Fan Shijing could not help but be overjoyed: "it seems that this time, the clan is the next blood."

Other disciples could not help but rub their hands and prepare to show their skills in this secret place.

Contribution points can exchange a lot of things, and even exchange for the elder's transmission of skills. If you ask a alchemist to make alchemy, it's very useful.

Lu Yu is not interested in this. What he cares about is the qualification of the holy ancestor.

However, he Xuanji seems to forget the matter and did not mention it.

Lu Yu follows the crowd and directly enters the transmission array.

After a period of space moving, Lu Yu and other disciples of Zang Xiufeng appeared on a vacant land.

As soon as he landed, Lu Yu suddenly frowned.

Because he suddenly felt that the air around him was full of Yin Qi.

"Elder martial sister, I feel that this place is a little cold." A disciple of Tibet Xiufeng said.

Fan Shijing did not feel that there was anything wrong. He said lightly: "this is a secret place just opened up by the zongmen. It has been deserted before, and some desolation is also reasonable."

All around you can see towering trees and weeds all around. It's a wild sight.

"Elder martial sister, we might as well find the flower separately..." A female disciple's voice did not fall, suddenly behind her came a rustling sound.

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Yu rushes up and pulls the female disciple back.

At the same time, in the place where the female disciple was originally, the ground suddenly broke open, and a large mouth of blood opened and violently bit off.

The ground under the people's feet suddenly broke open, and a huge beast with thick scales came out and roared.

"Is it a rock dragon?" Lu Yu frowned.

This kind of monster is a kind of dragon people, with high defense.

At the same level, it is very difficult for human friars to pierce the scales on their body surface with magic.

"Tie up!" Fan Shijing held the sword and a sword fell on the head of the rock dragon.

The sword Qi just made a white mark on the hard skin of the rock dragon, but it didn't hurt the rock dragon at all.

Bang!

The rock dragon was infuriated, its tail swept and the ground was once again splashed with dust.

Several female disciples of Tibetan Xiufeng were swept out without time to parry.

"Roar!" The rock dragon roared and continued to run towards the crowd.

Fan Shijing was shocked. He turned around and yelled, "get out of the way!"

Some of the disciples had been hiding far away, but there were still one or two others who were about to be overtaken by the rock dragon because of their late reaction.

The huge body of the rock dragon is about to come near, and the chilly feeling on its body makes people feel chilly.

Lu Yu called out the broken head knife. He stepped forward and avoided the claws of the rock dragon. He hit the rock dragon's neck with a knife.

Poof!

The rock dragon was shaken back by a huge force and retreated several steps.

The sharp edge of the broken head blade is extremely sharp. In the moment of contact with the rock dragon, it is easy to cut off its neck.

The red blood gushed out.

"How strong!" Many Tibetan Xiufeng disciples were stunned.

What kind of power should this be able to break the armour of the rock dragon with one knife?

Half of the rock dragon's neck was seen through, lying on the ground, watching that it could not live.

But at this time, a faint black breath came out from the surrounding jungle and gathered in the wound of neck.

Roar!

The rock dragon, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly let out a roar and stood up again.

At the same time, the terrible wound on its neck began to recover rapidly.

In the twinkling of an eye, the wound had healed perfectly, and a more terrifying breath came out from the whole body of the rock dragon.