Although Xiao Qinglong felt that it was inappropriate to do this, he could not resist the little hairball in the end and could not withstand its various coaxing.

Soon, the little green dragon flew around the top of the mountain with a small ball of hair, and found a spring.

The spring is located halfway up the mountain, on a cliff.

A hole was artificially dug out on the steep mountain wall, and a small pool was built with white jade bricks.

The spiritual vein spring water that emerged from the spring was gathered in the white jade pool the size of a water tank, with a white mist-like spiritual energy rising.

There is only a two-foot-wide plank road on the cliff, which is steep and steep, leading from the hillside to the Lingmai Spring Pool.

At the entrance of the plank road halfway up the mountain, there are eight martial artists guarding it.

Similarly, these eight people were wearing black linen clothes, with red turbans tied around their heads and a one-eyed mask.

The little green dragon skillfully fell from the sky, avoiding the surveillance of the guards, and landed next to the Lingmai Spring Pool.

The little hairball immediately jumped onto the white jade bricks and stones excitedly, aimed at the pool filled with spiritual vein spring water, and opened its mouth and sucked wildly.

The extremely clear and crystal clear spiritual vein spring water emits spiritual energy and fog, rising into the mouth of the small hairball.

The little Qinglong also opened his mouth and used the dragon's means of absorbing water. In an instant, he sucked the spiritual vein spring water in the pool completely.

When Xiao Maoqiu saw it, he immediately pulled the little green dragon's dragon's whisper in anger.

"Didoulong, you are so selfish that you actually swallowed these spiritual vein spring waters!"

The little green dragon stared at it and said seriously: "You just ate seven elf fruits, but I only ate two."

Hearing this, Xiao Maoqiu was speechless and turned his head to stare at the Baiyu Pool.

"Well...well, let's wait a little longer, the spring water will soon be full."

Sure enough, the spring water in the Baiyu Pool dried up, and the spring water immediately gurgled from the spring's eyes.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Baiyu Pool was once again filled.

This time, Xiao Maoqiu did not wait for Xiao Qinglong to use the dragon's means of absorbing water, and jumped into the pool with a thud, buried his head in the water and drank it hard.

While drinking water, Xiao Maoqiu twisted his body and hummed happily.

"I took a bath with spiritual water, yaya..."

Xiao Qinglong was about to drink spiritual water, but saw Xiao Maoqiu jump into the pool and take a shower while drinking water.

It stopped immediately and stood by and waited.

After Xiao Maoqian was full, he comfortably touched his round belly and began to rub his back and take a shower.

However, just as it was taking a shower and humming a song, an anxious cry came from the top of the mountain.

"It's them! Hurry up, catch those two damn monsters!"

The little hairball was shocked and jumped out of the pool and jumped to the top of the little green dragon's head.

After he tried hard to dry the water on his body, it looked around.

"Wow, I've been discovered, Daito Long, let's run away!"

As expected, torches lit up everywhere on the mountain, and countless rays of energy flashed, running towards the pool.

The little green dragon also quickly flew into the air, left the Lingmai Spring Pool, and ran away from the direction when it was coming and going.

Behind him, there were again roars and shouts of anger from the mountain. Thousands of torches and Yuanli lights jumped on the mountain and rushed down the mountain to chase them.

"Didoulong, hurry up, if we are caught, we will definitely be roasted and eaten!"

Xiao Maoqiu stood above Xiao Qinglong's head, turned his head to look at the countless fire lights running wildly behind him, and urged anxiously.

The little green dragon skillfully shuttled through the woods, trying every means to get rid of the pursuers.

However, there were too many pursuers, and thousands of warriors surrounded them from all directions.

Finally, after nearly a quarter of an hour of running away, Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Maoqiu finally escaped back to the small mound.

There was a bonfire on the mound, and He Wuhen was gnawing barbecue and drinking fine wine.

Tang Bao was already drunk and fell to sleep on the ground.

Seeing Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Maoqiu running back in a hurry, He Wuhen turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask a question.

At this moment, hundreds of fire lights lit up in the mountains not far away, and the rumbling sound approached, and hundreds of warriors were obviously chasing them.

"Damn, what's the matter!"

He Wuhen immediately stood up with a look of surprise, looked at the dense flames in the forest, looked at the appearance of the little hairball and the little green dragon, and then guessed a few points.

Tang Bao, who was snoring, was also awakened by the sound of hundreds of people running.

He got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked in panic: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why is it thundering? Is it going to rain?"

When he opened his eyes completely and saw the hundreds of warriors around him, he was also shocked.

"My grass, why did you get so many people to chase after me?"

While holding out the blood-drinking knife, He Wuhen stared at Xiao Maoqiu seriously and asked, "Little Mianqiu, what's going on?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Maoqiu quickly explained to He Wuhen: "Boss, it was Daitoo Long who stole the other person's elf fruit!"

He Wuhen immediately burst into anger and pointed at Xiao Maoqiu's nose and cursed: "Little Mianqiu, I think it's your evil man who complained first! Xiao Qinglong is so honest, how could he steal the Elf Fruit? It must be you who instigated it!"

At this time, dozens of warriors had already chased him, and the leader was a middle-aged man tied with a red turban.

The middle-aged man held a long sword in his hand and pointed at He Wuhen with the tip of the knife and shouted angrily: "I don't care who is instigating your mother. These two bastard monsters stole the elf fruit of our king, and you all will die!"

Tang Bao looked at the warriors approaching with anxiety, took out the Xuanbing sword and held it in his hands, and shouted to He Wuhen: "Young Master, now is not the time to argue about these things. Please think of a solution, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Fuck him!"

While He Wuhen shouted angrily, dozens of warriors had already raised torches and threw them on the mound.

Under the flames, He Wuhen clearly saw that the warriors were wearing linen clothes, with bare shirts showing their arms, and most of them wore one-eyed masks and red turbans.

Such a dress is rare among warriors, and its characteristics are very distinct, which immediately makes He Wuhen feel familiar.

After thinking about it in his mind, he soon remembered that when he first traveled across the ocean to Mingzhu Island from Xingye City, he was attacked by pirates from the Blood Flame Gang.

The pirates from the Blood Flame Gang dress up like this.

"It's really a narrow road for enemies. I didn't expect to meet pirates again on this island!"

Just as he was thinking in his heart, the pirates were already roaring and rushing towards He Wuhen and Tang Bao, shaking and slashing at He Wuhen and Tang Bao hard.

"Sweep across thousands of troops!"

At the critical moment, He Wuhen didn't care about explaining anything, and held the blood-drinking knife and swept it out.

The six-foot-long flame sword light, carrying a huge force of 200,000 kilograms, swept the crowd.

With the sound of "cracking and cracking", seven warriors were swept by the flame sword light. Before they could hum, they cut into two pieces.

These pirates who fought against the front line were all samurai-level strength.

Under He Wuhen, a level 8 martial artist, no one could catch his move, and he was killed after a meeting.

Tang Bao was also extremely powerful, wielding a black heavy sword, slashing and slashing, constantly killing one warrior after another.

Now Tang Bao is a level nine warrior, carrying the bloodline of the dark dragon man, and has infinite power. No ordinary warrior is his opponent.

In just ten breaths, He Wuhen cut out twenty sword lights and reaped the lives of hundreds of people.

Hundreds of pirates were killed, their bodies were scattered under the mound, and blood was sprinkled on the ground.

However, the blood everywhere failed to make other pirates frightened, and the remaining hundreds of people became more and more bloodthirsty and violent, and rushed towards them frantically.

He Wuhen, one man and one sword, blocked one side, and kept killing batches of pirates.

Although Tang Bao was extremely powerful and quickly killed more than 20 pirates, he was besieged by many pirates and retreated step by step.

Seeing this scene, He Wuhen was worried that Tang Bao would be besieged and killed, so he asked Xiao Qinglong and Xiao Maoqiu to help.

The two little guys knew that they had made a mistake and were the opportunity to make meritorious service, so they fought hard to protect Tang Bao.

"Holy Flame Burning the Sky!"

The little hair ball opened its mouth and spit out a large golden flame with a thud, which immediately caused several pirates to fall into the sea of ​​fire and burned to ashes.

"Thunderous!"

The little Qinglong also opened his mouth and sprayed dozens of crisscrossing purple lightning, forming a power grid, burning the bodies of the eight pirates and falling down with black smoke.

He Wuhen stood on the top of the earthen mound, and one person with one sword blocked hundreds of pirates, with a strong momentum that a man could pass through thousands of men.

His hands were surrounded by dark purple flames, and the sky seal became vivid, with surging power surging in his arms.

He clenched his left fist and kept punching out his fist. He held the blood-drinking knife in his right hand and kept slashing, quickly reaping the lives of the pirates.

"Ding! Kill two level five warriors and get 500 experience points."

"Ding! Kill three level five warriors and get 750 experience points."

The system prompt sound kept ringing in his mind, connecting it into a string, almost unable to stop.

After a tragic battle for a quarter of an hour, the pirates finally retreated and left behind the bodies all over the ground.
To be continued...