It has to be said that the higher the realm of a cultivator and the longer his life, the more reluctant he is to die. He all wants to live forever, and then cultivate to the pinnacle, looking down on all the people in the world and living a free and easy life.

With such disunity among people, talking about working together is simply a joke.

But the other group of eagles only obeyed the orders of an eagle king. They could advance and retreat together and attack without regard for their lives.

As one gains, the other loses. As for humans, let's stop joking.

"It seems that it is not easy to get the Black Leaf Vine!" Fang Haofan smiled, but he did not have the idea of ​​getting it at all costs.

Fang Haofan's feelings were actually similar to Hang Ziyan's, and he was mostly just watching the fun.

Yang Lan'er glanced around and did not see the heroine Hao Xinqing, but she knew that Hao Xinqing was already there.

Not to mention, Hao Xinqing also has space. Although it is very small at the beginning, the more spiritual herbs she plants, the larger the space will become.

Therefore, Hao Xinqing was determined to get this batch of black leaf vines.

Otherwise, the sect's mission will be difficult to complete.

Yang Lan'er and the other two didn't get too close. They found a thousand-year-old tree and squatted on it. The view was pretty good.

Monsters also have the nature of seeking benefits and avoiding harm. Not to mention that this area was originally the territory of the Iron-beaked Eagle. Now there are so many people here, any small monsters would have run away long ago.

So, it’s relatively safe in the tree.

Not long after, Yang Lan'er also saw Yuan Lianxiao and the others. They looked at each other and tacitly did not get together. They all stayed in their own camps to see what happened.

Finally it was night and there were wisps of smoke everywhere, with people making fires and cooking.

Only those who are below the opening stage can enter the Xuantian realm, and naturally have not reached the fasting stage. Ordinary people may not be able to afford the fasting pills.

At the same time, there is actually nothing to do in the current stalemate, so there is still time to cook something.

The eagles kept circling in the air, but as long as they were not attacked actively and the black-leaf vines were not touched, they would not take the initiative to attack.

It’s not that the iron-beaked eagle has such a good temperament and will not actively attack people.

But they are also afraid of so many people. There is also another reason, which only Yang Lan'er knows at the moment, that is, the Queen Eagle is incubating her children, and it has reached the critical period of hatching, and she cannot be disturbed.

Therefore, the iron-beaked eagle was just watching everyone and trying to delay time.

"Can we not have barbecue for the next meal?" Yang Lan'er said with tears in her eyes.

I don’t know why Hang Ziyan likes barbecue so much. How can he not get tired of it if he eats it for every meal?

Originally, Yang Lan'er liked this thing very much, but she has eaten too much of it recently and missed other foods.

"What do you want to eat?" Hang Ziyan blinked and said, "I don't know how to cook."

Yang Lan'er shrugged and took a bite of meat: "I know." She learned how to grill for more than two years, but the result was still inedible. What else could she expect from this man? Fang Haofan coughed twice: "I don't know how to grill either. I forgot to bring other things."

Yang Lan'er froze. Oh my god, after all this time, she had to eat barbecue for half a month, just because of this?

Suddenly, Yang Lan'er was in a mess. It was all because of her laziness. She thought that at least Fang Haofan would be able to do it.

Who would have thought that this rich man is rich, how could he have ordinary people's skills? Could it be that these two always brought cooked food when they went out before? Who asked the storage space to keep the food fresh and warm?

Unable to help but cover her face, Yang Lan'er sighed deeply, took out the pots and pans, and prepared to make some soup.

Most importantly, Hang Ziyan added another stab: "Hey, Lan'er, it turns out you can cook other things. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Eating this every day has no taste."

"..." Yang Lan'er's hand trembled, and she almost let the knife cut her flesh. Of course, even if it really cut her flesh, there would not necessarily be a cut. It was just an ordinary kitchen knife.

It turned out that everything was just a beautiful misunderstanding. She thought Hang Ziyan liked to eat this!

After cooking a pot of spiritual vegetable and meat soup, the barbecue in her hand became much more delicious. Yang Lan'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, there was no room for laziness.

At this moment, Yang Lan'er felt that Qin Muyan was still the best. At least his cooking skills were at the master level and he would not upset her stomach no matter what.

Hang Ziyan ate the most ferociously, and at the end he patted his stomach and said, "I'm finally alive. I thought I would choke to death on the barbecue."

"...You don't have any fasting pills?" Yang Lan'er was surprised. This kind of common stuff should not be lacking for the rich! "Do you want it? I can give it to you. Compared to that, I would rather be choked to death by barbecue." Hang Ziyan said seriously.

"Then you should continue eating the barbecue!" Yang Lan'er was sweating profusely. Although she felt like a fellow foodie, the more she listened to it, the more embarrassed she felt.

As the sky gradually darkened, everyone took a rest or observed, and they found that there were obviously fewer eagles circling in the sky at night.

In the middle of the night, when many people seemed to be asleep, someone quietly took action.

Yang Lan'er, who had originally closed her eyes, slowly opened her eyes and looked at the moving figure with amusement.

There is no moonlight and no starlight in the Xuantian Realm. After nightfall, it is really pitch black.

However, everyone gathered here and lit a lot of fires, so it was a little light.

These are totally irrelevant. Don’t forget, Yang Lan’er had the ability of night vision when she was just born, let alone a cultivator?

Therefore, no matter how dark it is in this Xuantian realm, it will not affect the vision of the cultivators.

I saw the man walking slowly out of the woods, across the wide lawn, and slowly approaching the mountain.

Even monks can see at night, let alone eagles? This man was not blind. He moved very carefully from beginning to end, almost crawling towards the target.

After a lot of effort, this man successfully reached the foot of the vertical mountain, attracting the secret attention of countless people. He stretched out his hand and reached the black leaf vine at the bottom.

You don't need too much black leaf vine to make medicine. You only need something as long as your finger or as thick as chopsticks to make a furnace.

Therefore, the part that this person could reach was a full ten portions.

With joy in his heart, the man drew a line of true energy from his palm and immediately cut off the tentacle's black leaf vine.

However, just when he was feeling happy and was about to put the black leaf vine into the storage bag, a loud eagle cry was heard and a gust of wind blew past. Before he could react, he felt a pain on his back and was lifted into the air. In shock, he still held a small section of the black leaf vine in his hand.

The eagle's cry naturally surprised many people who were still unaware of the situation. Many people just opened their eyes and were shocked to see that an eagle had caught another person who seemed to be still struggling.

Unfortunately, prey in the eagle's claws rarely escapes.

When the man was caught, he naturally started to make hand gestures to prepare for an attack, but every time he showed signs of attacking, he was hit down by the eagle's wing above his head, shattering the hand gestures he had worked so hard to condense.

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