Princess Against the World

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

Led by Wu Changchang, a group of people entered the underground river through the secret passage of the agency.

On the banks of the turbulent underground river, Wen Liu was leading a group of black-robed disciples to prepare a raft.

The river was turbulent, and the raft was barely stable when it was heavy with heavy rocks.

When he saw Ling Luoyu, he was suddenly taken aback.

"is her?!"

Being able to enter the underground world with this group of mysterious gods is an absolute test of strength.

Even the red-robed disciples of the Xuanhuang cultivator are not eligible to enter.

As brown-robed disciples, Ling Luoyu and others, how could they have the honor to enter? ?

For a while, the few black-robed disciples who were preparing the raft were not calm.

"What's going on?! Aren't they the brown-robed disciples this year? How could they be among them?!"

"That's right! How could this happen!? We are not qualified, why can they go in and practice? It's so unfair!"

Wen Liu's eyes darkened, and he drank in a low voice: "Shut up! Do more and talk less! There must be a reason for the above arrangement!"

He is quite prestigious among the black-robed disciples, after drinking it, everyone did not dare to say any more, they could only do their own duties reluctantly.

Forty-one people were put on four rafts and crossed the water.

In order to take care of the rookies like Ling Luoyu, a few were assigned to each raft, so as to ensure that the rookies' lives could be saved in case of emergencies.

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin sat side by side, and opposite them was another black-clothed man from Mo Xuanchen.

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

How did he get together with this rough guy again? !

The force of this man's pressure on him made him still terrified.

Glancing at Ling Luoyu beside her, I saw her eyes were as pale as water, as quiet as orchids, and as steady as a mountain.

With her violent temper, if she accidentally bumped into this rough guy, she would suffer a lot if she didn't keep it together.

No, he had to remind Ling Luoyu.

Thinking in his heart, he quietly grabbed Ling Luoyu's fingers, intending to write a few words while holding her palm.

As if getting an electric shock, Ling Luoyu withdrew her hand suddenly, with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Fatty, what are you doing?!"

Feng Chenglin was full of grievances, but he didn't dare to speak out.

"Well...it's okay to be idle, let me show you the palm prints..."

While talking, he stubbornly held Ling Luoyu's fingers into his palm.

Before he could write, he felt the bamboo raft below him tilt suddenly, as if he had encountered a bump, and instantly threw him who was sitting at the end out.

"careful!"

Ling Luoyu grabbed his arm with his backhand, and pulled it back violently, at the same time, he glanced at Mo Xuanchen calmly.

She could feel the surge of his breath.

The bump and tilt just now was done on purpose by him.

Mo Xuanchen suddenly smiled naively, with a dull look and innocent eyes: "You two, there are countless whirlpools here, and the current is very fast, you'd better sit still! If you accidentally throw it out, it will be dangerous Already!"

With his appearance, Feng Chenglin couldn't figure it out for a moment.

There's something wrong with this style of painting, right? !

What he faced just now seemed to be a supreme king who controlled everything. Anyone who dared to disobey him would be thrown into the abyss.

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

Although the painting style has changed, Fatty Feng still doesn't dare to be careless and smiles.

"It's okay, my whole body is full of meat, which weighs a ton, and I can't get rid of it under normal circumstances..."