Except for Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin, everyone was cautiously moving forward as if facing an enemy.

Half an hour later, Huang Long opened a hidden cave entrance and led Ling Luoyu and Fengchenglin in.

"This is our home... a temporary home!"

After entering the cave, Huang Long dared to amplify his voice.

The others even dropped their guards and sat on the ground.

Huang Long took out a water sac and poured the liquid in it at the door.

In an instant, a stinky smell dissipated in the wind.

"What's this smell?" Feng Chenglin almost vomited with nausea.

"It smells like urine!" A limping man sneered and squinted at the wind into the forest: "Boy, look at you like this, which young master should you be? It's okay, why run to Mi Dieshan... To apprentice and learn art, Guangzong Yaozu?!"

"Qi Yue!"

Huang Long frowned and drank, and handed the other water bag up.

"Go get some water, everyone is thirsty!"

Qi Yue responded unhappily, holding the water sac and walking towards the depths of the cave.

Huang Long disguised the entrance of the cave, leaving only a little vent, and then sat down cross-legged.

At this time, someone had lit a small bonfire, and others had expertly peeled and sliced the small beast.

Huang Long took out a long sword and threaded the flesh of the little beasts one by one.

"Where do you two come from?"

Feng Chenglin was about to answer, but Ling Luoyu suddenly pressed his hand and smiled honestly.

"We both...you don't believe it, we both...we fell in accidentally..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

"Fall in?"

Huang Long was also startled, frowning and raising his head.

"What do you mean?"

"...That's it. We are hunters down the mountain. Because... because we were fighting for a prey, we fought. Who knows that one of them used too much force, and both rolled off the cliff. I thought I was going to die. ..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Ling Luoyu's ability to talk nonsense with his eyes open is a new level.

Huang Long looked at the two of them suspiciously, frowning: "You...you are fighting??"

Is this reason a bit too much?

How many people tried their best to get into Mount Midie?

Some people haven't even been able to get into this world for many years!

But the two of them are good, just because of a fight, they fell in?

Even if it's **** luck, it won't be so lucky, right?

"Yeah, fight! But after we come in, we are all right!"

Feng Chenglin patted Ling Luoyu's back with a smile, showing a nice expression on the brothers.

"If you lie, don't worry!"

Qi Yue sneered and sat down by the campfire, and poured the water in the water sac into several porcelain bowls.

"However, you don't have to worry. No one of us has the leisure to dig up your secrets...As long as they don't come out from the inside, they can come in as they like to come in. Anyway, after coming in, just like us, It is destined to not get out!"

"Come out from inside?" Ling Luoyu's eyes sink slightly, "Those immortals?"

Those so-called immortals in white robes should be Xingjun's official disciples.

So, what about these people?

How did they get in?

What's going on in this embarrassment now?

"Do you also know about immortals?"

There was a mockery on Huang Long's face and he looked at them aggressively.

"In your understanding, can anyone who enters here become a fairy in white clothes?"

Feng Chenglin glanced at the crowd, and curled his lips noncommittal: "It looks like it's obviously not!"