The three people who were still at the table stood up immediately, looking panicked.

Ling Luoyu Danshui slid towards the three people without a trace: "If we were you, we would sit still!"

Sure enough, a few high-human girls rushed to the stone table.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the three hurriedly moved to Ling Luoyu's side, hurriedly sat down, and looked at the surrounding girls in horror.

As always, no one spoke, but it was weapons.

Zhengliang's long sword silently confronted the four people, but no more killers.

Ling Luoyu glanced at Jianfeng, took a bite without hurriedness, and took a leisurely bite.

"Relax, as long as we don't move, they won't move!"

"Also, don't stalk your face. You will run away anytime and anywhere, making them nervous... When they are nervous, their hands will be nervous. When this hand is nervous..."

Needless to say the following words, a few people's faces instantly squeezed out a slow smile, and they met the surrounding lights.

Sure enough, after this smile, their confrontational attitude seemed to ease.

Several people let go of their sights and looked at Feng Chenglin and others.

The cultivation base of those few people is not bad.

The calculation is Zhou Yun, and that skill has easily thrown off a few girls.

With the sound of the horn, many people flew out of the thick fog.

After discerning the direction, he rushed to the east coast.

Ling Luoyu looked at the dense fog playfully: "They live in the fog?!"

She just lives!

Sanchun Lake is endless, except for the short green shade on the shore, it is an endless thick fog.

If this is a barren forest, it is normal that there are no people.

However, this is the gathering place of the high races, or the nest where they have lived for many years.

Since they came in, they only saw a few girls around, not a man.

Even the houses where these senior girls lived.

She thought it was the high race in a hidden place, and opened up another space, hidden inside.

Unexpectedly, these people came out of the thick fog.

However, Ling Luoyu still didn't see the man!

It seems that the Gaoren tribe is a matriarchal tribe, dominated by women, and they do everything.

Biting the fruit, she muttered vaguely: "Men... won't just be responsible for... farming sowing seeds, right?"

"What did you say?" The girl beside her looked confused.

At this time, she can still laugh?

And the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are smiling! ?

"It's okay, I just sigh..." Ling Luoyu smirked: "I said why the high race keeps attracting... people from the outside, now, I understand!"

The girl was still dumbfounded: "What do you understand?"

Ling Luoyu just laughed without answering.

Understand what?

There are fewer men who understand the high race, and more women!

It's no wonder that the Gaoren tribe is trying hard to guide people in and thrive.

"call!"

There was a sound of wings stirring up.

Ling Luoyu turned his head to look behind him.

The sound came from the thick fog, getting closer and closer.

Vaguely, the mist accelerated its flow.

This is because there is a strong air current that is stirring the mist.

As the sound approached, a black figure also broke through the air, sliding high and rushing into the sky.

The black shadow is a huge flying beast, the wings of the flying beast spread out, thick and powerful.

On the flying beast, a man in a blue robe stood facing the wind with his long hair flying.