After passing through the cannon fodder in the book, my brother turned out to be the male protagonis

Fang Yiqin had indeed heard that some cultivators would use the inner elixir of monsters to heal their wounds, but would a group of people whose cultivation had not even reached the Nascent Soul stage be willing to seize the inner elixir of this monster?

Seeing the bird demon being enraged by them and flying up from its perch, flapping its wings and creating a hurricane, Fang Yiqin inserted the Thunder Blade into the tree trunk to steady his body. He caught a glimpse of Xu Changluo about to be blown away by the wind, so he reached out and grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the branch.

Seeing the monks on the ground being blown all over the place, Xu Changluo said with gratitude: "It's really thanks to Fellow Daoist Fang just now."

"It's just a piece of cake." Fang Yiqin looked at the flute in Xu Changluo's hand and said, "After we get out of the secret realm, Brother Xu may be able to equip me with a sword."

Hearing this, Xu Changluo took a closer look at the Thunderbolt in Fang Yiqin's hand, and imagined himself using the sword. He felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart, and declined politely, "I have poor talent, I'm afraid I can't learn the sword moves."

Fang Yiqin glanced at her and said nothing more.

The monks below used their spiritual power as a barrier to protect the wounded. The leading monk said to the monks behind him: "Third brother, you use the earth escape technique to attract the attention of the monster. Fourth brother, you take the opportunity to attack the monster."

The two men immediately acted according to the man's instructions. The injured man said with a pale face: "Second brother, let's run. This bird demon is too strong. We can't beat it."

"Shut up! The eldest and the youngest are dead, we will never let anything happen to you, the fifth brother!" The man called the second brother handed the life-saving magic weapon hanging on his waist to the fifth brother and said, "Take this thing and find a place to hide it. Only if you survive can we go to the Tongdao Sect to seek justice for them."

Hearing this, Lao Wu's eyes turned red. He tightly grasped his magic weapon and found a place to hide.

The two hid behind the leaves and watched the others losing the battle with the monsters. Xu Changluo couldn't bear it and raised his flute to help them, but Fang Yiqin stopped him and advised, "In this dense forest, the bird monsters have the upper hand. If you don't have the confidence to kill them with one strike, it's easy to put yourself in a disadvantageous position."

She looked at him. The young man's eyes were fixed on the bird demon. Just when she thought Fang Yiqin was not going to speak, she heard the man in front of her say, "Wait a minute. I'll tell you when I can make a move."

Fang Yiqin carefully observed the fight between the two sides. The bird demon was very smart. It did not touch the ground at all and shuttled through the woods. Even if the opponent used a bow and arrow as a weapon, it would be difficult to hurt it.

This battle is completely aimed at exhausting the monks. When these monks are exhausted, that's when the monsters will really start killing.

"Friend Xu, do you have any music that can disturb the monster's mind?"

"Yes, it does, but it will also have an impact on cultivators. Fellow Daoist Fang, you--" Xu Changluo said hesitantly.

Fang Yiqin shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing, I'll just cover my ears."

Xu Changluo wanted to say something but stopped himself. Seeing that Fang Yiqin had covered his ears, he had no choice but to put the flute to his lips, silently reciting the music score in his mind, and a soothing melody poured out.

As expected, the bird demon began to become dazed after hearing the song, and the defenseless monks on the ground also began to move slowly. Seeing this opportunity, Fang Yiqin used his spiritual sense to control the Thunder Slashing Sword to split into dozens of swords and stabbed at the bird demon. The slow-reacting bird demon was caught off guard and was stabbed like a sieve.

Seeing that the bird demon had been controlled, Xu Changluo stopped playing and explained to Fang Yiqin: "If a cultivator listens to this kind of music too much, it will harm his practice."

Fang Yiqin nodded to show that he understood. The second brother on the ground saw this and immediately realized that they had met a noble person who helped them. He immediately called on his brothers to finish off the bird demon. After half an incense stick of time, seeing that the bird demon was dead, Fang Yiqin retracted his sword.

The second brother wiped the sweat off his cheek with his sleeve, bowed in the direction of Jian Feihui and said, "Thank you very much for your help this time, if you can please leave your name, we will definitely reward you handsomely when we meet again someday."

Fang Yiqin took out a small magic tool that Wang Beiwang had given him, which could disguise his voice, from his storage bag, put it to his lips, and said, "It's just that I saw something unfair, there's no need to worry about it."

After saying that, he gestured to Xu Changluo, tapped his toes, and the two of them immediately fled from here.

The third brother came out of the ground and asked in disbelief, "Second brother, is that really the sound a monk can make?"

The second brother remained silent when asked. The fifth brother said, "This androgynous voice should be disguised by a magic weapon. I heard that some powerful people do have some unspeakable habits."

The two who left were unaware of the discussion. Xu Changluo secretly observed Fang Yiqin's expression, and saw a deep pit in front of him on the right. He pointed at the pit and asked, "Fang Daoyou, I always feel that there is something strange there. Why don't we go there and take a look?"

Fang Yiqin looked in the direction she pointed and saw that there was indeed a hole. He tried to probe his spiritual sense into it but was blocked by a barrier.

He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then turned around and said to Xu Changluo very seriously: "It's hard to predict the danger in the pit below. If you come with me and encounter danger, I can't guarantee that I can send you back to the ground safely, so--"

Before Fang Yiqin could finish his words, Xu Changluo hurriedly said, "I want to go down with you!"

After spending these days together, Fang Yiqin also realized that the girl in front of him was not very capable. Although her natal musical instrument was a rare treasure, it did not fit her well.

Although he is not Le Xiu, the practices are similar. A compatible natal magic weapon in hand is much stronger than an incompatible one. He wanted to ask, but then he felt like he was being nosy. The words rolled in his throat a few times, and finally he swallowed them back.

"Okay, but if you are in danger, you must immediately return to the ground and seek help."

Xu Changluo nodded heavily. The two of them carefully checked the elixirs and magic weapons they had on them, looked at each other, and jumped into the pit without looking back.

As they fell, they felt as if it was a bottomless pit. They didn't know how long it took them to step on the ground. As soon as they stood firm, they felt the cold water soaking their shoes and socks. In the pitch-dark hole, gusts of wind came from somewhere, like a baby crying or a woman cursing.

The boundless darkness reminded Xu Changluo of something and she couldn't help but take a step back. Fang Yiqin sensed her fear, took out a fire starter, moved a step towards her, and stood in front of her.

After making sure there was no danger for the time being, he gestured to her, signaling her to move forward.

Xu Changluo hesitated again and again as she looked at Fang Yiqin's back. Then she heard a shrill scream, which frightened her so much that she hurriedly grabbed a corner of the clothes of the person in front of her. Before she could react, she blurted out, "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Fang. I was really scared."

"It's okay. If you're scared, hold me tight."