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    Chapter Index

    Of course, because the monster battlefield has been fighting all the time, and the fighting has become more and more intense during this time.

    Even if the academy wants to hand over the language of the demon realm to them, there is no chance. After all, there is no time.

    Neither the instructors at the college nor the students themselves have time.

    But in the process of fighting, she also learned a lot, and she knew some basic languages.

    Baili Hongzhuang already understood the general situation through Linghuyuan’s expression, and she also knew Mingyao College’s experience during this period.

    The reason why Wen Ziran and the others were able to fully master it was because they had already learned together before the war on the monster battlefield broke out so fiercely.

    After she finished learning, she went directly to the Demon Realm, and after Ziran and he learned the language, they gave the language to some instructors.

    “No rush, just know some basic language.” Baili Hongzhuang said.

    Baili Yanche also said: “For the rest who don’t understand, just ask us.”

    Linghuyuan nodded, feeling a little flattered.

    She came with everyone this time, but she actually felt a debt of gratitude in her heart.

    Because she is the weakest in the team, and she doesn’t even master the language of the demon realm, so she seems to be a complete burden.

    However, judging from everyone’s reactions, it seems that they don’t dislike her because of this. Instead, they regard her as one of their own, and they are inevitably a little flattered.

    After everyone changed their clothes, there was no further delay and they all headed to Thorn City as quickly as possible.

    It wasn’t until they were near the entrance to the battlefield of Thorn City that the speed slowed down.

    Baili Hongzhuang took a closer look and found that the situation was indeed what she thought. There was no one guarding the battlefield and the scene was in chaos.

    Naturally, no one noticed when they entered, but they entered the Thorn City very smoothly.

    This is the first time that Wen Ziran and others have come to the city of Demon Realm. Looking at the buildings with different styles in front of them, they are inevitably curious.

    However, they didn’t look around because of this curiosity. They all followed Baili Hongzhuang very low-key.

    In order to avoid being recognized by the practitioners in Thorn City, they also changed their appearance.

    After all, they have been in the Monster Battlefield for so long, and are usually responsible for the battles of sixth- and seventh-level cultivators. They are also considered acquaintances in the Monster Battlefield. There are definitely many people in Thorn City who know them.

    If it’s hard to disguise yourself, just take a walk here and you’ll be discovered soon.

    Several people entered the city smoothly, and the person who was originally responsible for guarding the city gate had given up at this moment.

    After all, so many people suddenly rushed back from the battlefield, how could they have time to patrol one by one.

    “It seems that Thorn City has suffered a lot of losses this time.”

    Wen Ziran’s eyes were full of pride. He used to see these guys in the monster battlefield, but now when he came to Thorn City and saw this mess, he felt really happy!

    “The Lord of Thorn City must be very angry.”

    Baili Hongzhuang chuckled, she naturally understood why Thorn City suddenly launched such an attack this time, in order to gain credit in front of her.

    However, the Lord of Thorns City will never know that this woman is from the Immortal Realm.

    If he fails, she will naturally not help, but if he succeeds, she will not help, and may even directly kill him!

    It’s actually quite good to leave this mess behind this time.

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