Compared to the embarrassment of entering the underground river for the first time, Ling Luoyu and the others were much more comfortable this time.

Leading the way with Elder Wucheng, the group entered the underground river through the secret passage of the organ.

On the surging underground river, Wen Liu was preparing a raft with a group of black-robed disciples.

The river is turbulent and the raft is sunk with heavy stones, so it is barely stable.

When he saw Ling Luoyu, his expression was suddenly stunned.

"It's her?!"

Being able to enter the underground world with these mysterious gods is an absolute experience of strength.

Even the Red Robe disciples with Xuanhuang’s cultivation level are not qualified to enter.

As a brown robe disciple, how could Ling Luoyu and others have the honor and favor to enter?

For a moment, several black-robed disciples who were preparing the raft were no longer calm.

"What's going on?! Aren't they a few of them brown robe disciples this year? Why are they among them too?!"

"That's it! Why is this happening? We are not qualified. Why can they go in and experience it? It's so unfair!"

Wen Liu's eyes sank and he whispered: "Shut up! Do more and talk less! This arrangement above must have their reasons!"

He had a great reputation among the disciples of black robe. After drinking, everyone did not dare to say more, and could only do their own duties unwillingly.

Forty-one people were arranged to board four rafts and cross the water.

In order to take care of Ling Luoyu, several are divided on each raft to ensure that the life of the rookie can be saved in the event of an emergency.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin sat side by side. Opposite them was another man in black, Mo Xuanchen.

Looking at Mo Xuanchen, Feng Chenglin felt a faint pain.

Why did he get along with this rough man again?!

The power that this man pressed on him made him still feel scared.

He glanced at Ling Luoyu beside him and saw that her eyes were as light as water, as quiet as orchid, as calm as a mountain.

With her little violent temper, if she accidentally confronts this rough man, she will suffer a loss if she is not sure.

No, he has to remind Ling Luoyu.

Thinking in his heart, he grabbed Ling Luoyu's finger calmly, trying to grab her palm and write a few words.

Ling Luoyu was as if he was electrocuted and suddenly pulled back his hand, looking disgusted.

"Fatty, what are you doing?!"

Feng Chenglin was full of grievances, but he did not dare to say it clearly.

"That... I'm fine when I'm idle, let me show you the palm lines..."

While he said, he stubbornly held Ling Luoyu's finger into his palm.

Before he could write, he noticed that the bamboo raft under him suddenly tilted, as if he had encountered a bumpy ride, and instantly threw him, who was sitting at the end.

"careful!"

Ling Luoyu grabbed his arm with his backhand and pulled it back hard, while taking a look at Mo Xuanchen calmly.

She could feel the surging breath on his body.

He deliberately did the bump and tilt just now.

Mo Xuanchen suddenly smiled foolishly, looking quite dull and his eyes were innocent: "Two, there are countless vortexes here, and the water is very turbulent, so you should sit still with peace of mind! If you accidentally throw it out, it will be dangerous!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't figure it out for a while.

This style is a bit wrong, right?!

What he was facing just now seemed to be a supreme king who controls everything. Anyone who dares to disobey him will be thrown into the abyss.

But now he looks like a honest man from the countryside, dull and upright.

Although the style of painting has changed, Fatty Feng still dared not be careless and smiled at him.

"It's okay, I'm all covered in meat, weighing tons, and I can't throw it out under normal circumstances..."
Chapter completed!