The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 235 Roasted Golden Winged Roc (3)

Amid all the attention, a gold list hung vertically from the sky.

The big characters on the gold list are clear and simple - Tianjiao list.

Just looking at the word "Tianjiao" is enough to make people's hearts surge and blood boil.

As soon as Song Lanyi walked in front of the Thousand Words Sacred Tree, he heard cold snorts coming from around him from time to time.

In this regard, she did not say anything, let alone respond.

Xue Xuan thought she was afraid, and just about to use words to sarcasm, she saw Xue Ji approaching aggressively.

"Xuexuan, why did you fight against Yiyi?!"

Seeing the person who came, Xuexuan didn't have the youthful look before.

He smiled mischievously, "Yuanyuan, that's not what I meant..."

Xue Ji's eyes widened, "I'm not called Yuanyuan! Don't call me that! I'm so round!!"

Ah.

Song Lanyi silently moved a little away.

She thought she was the true love.

Now it seems that she is just Bai Yueguang's substitute.

Damn.

Sure enough, no matter men or women, they are all stumbling blocks on the road of cultivation!
It's just that Song Lanyi is also the first time to personally experience this kind of substitute literature.

She felt strange.

She moved aside, sighed, and opened a book.

Seeing this, Jin Chuan'er walked up to Song Lanyi, pursed her lips, and smiled shyly, "Sister Song, it's okay, you still have me."

This tea talk... made Song Lanyi feel very relieved.

Where is this green tea? This is clearly the good sister in her heart.

After a while, Xue Ji ran over with flushed cheeks, "Yiyi, what are you looking at?"

She took a closer look, only to find that there was no word on the pages of the book.

Song Lanyi pointed to the blank space above with a serious face, and said seriously, "Did you see it? It says..."

"What is written?"

"Writing the first page of the sword manual, there is no woman in my heart."

Xue Ji: "..."

Fortunately, this subtle atmosphere didn't last long, and the mental power fluctuations of the Thousand Words Divine Tree came again.

Song Lanyi seemed to be able to hear an old and steady voice ringing in his ears.

"The first round of the Battle of Ten Thousand Clans, the scuffle in the small secret realm, each secret realm is limited to 1000 people. After three breaths, it will be sent."

Send after three breaths?
It's too late to make any preparations.

Not to mention forming a faction to enter the secret realm.

Song Lanyi only felt his eyes go dark, and entered one of the small secret realms.

And this small secret realm happened to be numbered "Shen".

As for the heavenly stems and earthly branches, this Song Lanyi still understands.

The only thing that is novel is the Mohist product on the wrist, which is similar to a watch.

Just touch the watch, and you can see your ranking in this little secret territory.

"Whoosh whoosh."

During this gap, Song Lanyi had already heard several cracking sounds.

Suddenly, a piercing sound came from behind her.

Followed by, there are big laughter.

"Hahaha, it's actually you, Song Lanyi! You are a fifth-rank, and you really dare to participate in the Ten Thousand Races Competition. You really think that you are tired of living crookedly."

"Come on, Song Lanyi is here!"

Song Lanyi: Anger +1+1+1...

She didn't make a sound, did she really treat her like a persimmon?

As soon as she raised her hand, the ink vine on her wrist was like a real dragon going out to sea, carrying a dragon's energy, directly entwined around the monster.

At the same time, the bell on Song Lanyi's wrist rang suddenly.

The crisp bell sound seemed to turn into invisible ripples, gradually spreading outward.

The Yaoman who spoke earlier, at this moment, looked dazed and his pupils were dilated.

And at this critical moment, the ink vine directly entangled upwards, and penetrating barbs suddenly grew out of its surface.

There seemed to be dark red blood stains on the ink-colored hooks. You didn't need to take a deep breath to feel the faint smell of blood in the air.

The hook pierced straight into Youman's body, and within a few breaths, it sucked a plump and complete body into a shriveled and shriveled corpse.

The aliens who were originally attracted by the previous voice felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this scene.

These kinds of methods are simply more demonic than demonic, and even more demonic than demonic.

It's just... not decent!
That being said, they didn't dare to make any accusations at all.

Just turn around and run away.

Song Lanyi rubbed his stomach and squinted at the golden-winged roc flying in mid-air.

"It is rumored that the ancestor of the golden-winged roc is the guardian of the eight dragons and eight divisions in the Buddhist kingdom, but I don't know what it tastes like."

Although her words were soft, none of the people present had a sharp ear.

Naturally, he heard this clearly.

The golden-winged roc, when he heard this, was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, but he could only fly forward with all his might.

It's just that it's too late now.

At some point, the ink vines had wrapped around his wings again.

When the bell rang and the Golden Winged Roc froze, Mo Teng logically dragged him back.

Seeing this scene, the prying eyes around him disappeared without a trace.

In the jungle, a bonfire slowly rose to flames.

At the same time, the strong aroma of barbecue gradually wafted out.

(End of this chapter)