It still takes time for the transfer charm to be activated, but this teleportation jade slip is almost as soon as Yi Shu crushes it, and it rolls around Yi Shu's body for a moment. And the seriously injured Great Perfection monk in the late stage of the foundation building of the Chiyang Gate in the distance also quickly took out the teleportation jade slip, crushed it, and left in an instant.

At the same time as the two disappeared, Qiao Yun slowly stopped, in fact, Qiao Yun didn't really want to kill Yi Shu, forcing Yi Shu away had already achieved Qiao Yun's goal, after all, this Yi Shu was the young master of Chiyang Gate, if he really killed him, and failed to stop the departure of the Great Perfection monk in the late stage of foundation building, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for himself.

At this moment, on top of a dark mountain peak in the northeastern part of the city, hundreds of monks are sitting cross-legged, most of them meditating with their eyes closed, and only a few talking in low voices.

Suddenly, there was a fluctuation in the air on the mountain peak, and many monks raised their eyes, knowing that another monk had crushed the teleportation jade slip and was teleported out.

Then, two yellow shadows flashed one after another, and then fell down from mid-air.

"Who! Who dares to hurt my young master of Chiyang Sect!" An earth-shattering roar rose from the top of the mountain peak with the appearance of two yellow shadows, and a middle-aged monk in a yellow shirt disappeared from the mountain peak in a flash, and the next moment he had already appeared in mid-air, steadily catching Yi Shu.

As for the monk who was in the late stage of foundation building, the yellow-shirted middle-aged monk didn't even look at it, and let it fall to the ground with a bang, and when he raised his hand, he took out several pills and quickly sent them into Yi Shu's mouth, and at the same time used the true yuan of his whole body to help Yi Shu recover from the injuries in his body.

After a while, a trace of blood gradually rose on Yi Shu's pale face, and he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the yellow-shirted middle-aged monk in front of him.

Seeing that Yi Shu's injuries had eased, the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "Don't speak, concentrate on healing!"

Yi Shu nodded slightly, closed his eyes again, and then was quickly taken to the top of the mountain by the middle-aged monk to put down.

After confirming that Yi Shu was fine, the middle-aged monk came to the seriously injured disciple of the Great Perfection of the late stage of the foundation building of the Chiyang Sect, and glanced at him coldly, "Say, who injured the young sect master!"

This Great Perfection disciple in the late stage of foundation building was bitter in his heart, knowing that his protector was not good, and he had already made the sect elder unhappy, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and then he reluctantly pointed in the direction of the Qingyu Sect, and said with all his might: "It's the Qingyu Sect monk......"

After hearing this, the middle-aged monk's two gazes swept towards the place where the Qingyu Sect was located like sharp swords, and Duan Yanbin's heart trembled for no reason when his gaze was locked.

"Stop!" Just as the middle-aged monk was about to teleport to Duan Yanbin's side, the old man of the Zixiao Sect, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, suddenly spoke.

The figure of the middle-aged monk of the Chiyang Sect was just illusory, and then it condensed again, and hurriedly clasped his fists respectfully towards the old man who described the Zixiao Sect as withered, and said: "Senior Lin, this disciple of the Qingyu Sect seriously injured my young master of the Chiyang Sect, I must ask for an explanation for this matter, and ask Senior Lin to be the master of my Chiyang Sect!"

The old man of the Zixiao Sect couldn't help but snort coldly after hearing this, and under this cold snort, all the monks had a sense of trembling in their hearts, and they all held their breath, not daring to make a slight move, and the middle-aged monk lowered his head even more, looking deferential, but his heart was also beating drums up and down.

"This secret realm trial is a battle between the strong, and the death and injury of the monks of various sects are inevitable, not to mention that my Mozhou has already established the rule of settling grievances outside the secret realm for hundreds of years. The old man of the Zixiao Sect said this, and his eyes burst into the middle-aged monk not far away, making the middle-aged monk couldn't help but tremble, "What, do you want to break the rules!"

"Don't dare, don't dare to ......" The middle-aged monk of Chiyangmen said again and again, but the young master was seriously injured, and after returning to the sect, the sect master will definitely be furious, and those elders who have always been at odds with themselves will take the opportunity to fall into the ground, and then their status in the sect will also plummet.

Thinking of this, this middle-aged monk was a little unwilling, and wanted to ask for some benefits from the Qingyu Sect, so that he could explain to the sect master after returning to the sect. So, the middle-aged monk of Chiyangmen, gritting his teeth, raised his body slightly, and said, "It's just ......."

As soon as the middle-aged monk spoke, a strong force slammed into his chest, and he only saw the old man of the Zixiao Sect wave his sleeves, and the whole person flew out upside down.

Fortunately, the old man of Zixiao Sect had no intention of killing him, but only punished him slightly, and after the middle-aged man of Chiyang Sect flew out of hundreds of zhang, he was able to stand still, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and didn't dare to say more than half a word, and returned to the place where his sect was located.

It's just that in the heart of this middle-aged man, he didn't hold a grudge against the old man of the Zixiao Sect, but he counted all this on the head of the Qingyu Sect, and he looked at Duan Yanbin's gaze with a hidden inadequacy, which made Duan Yanbin's heart slightly cold, and he couldn't think of which disciple in the sect hurt the young master of the Chiyang Sect.

At this time, on a hill in the territory of Phantom Flame, Qiao Yun had just put away the talisman and spear that he had taken from Yi Shu, and Sun Xiangwen and another monk who had completed the Great Perfection in the late stage of foundation building behind him came to the front.

Qiao Yun's body was scarred, and even a few white bones that had been exposed could be seen, which showed that the blow generated by the talisman before was comparable to that of a Jindan monk, which made Qiao Yun injured a lot. If it weren't for the Mo Evil Seal blocking part of the strength, plus Qiao Yun's body cultivation reaching the middle stage of the Mud Body Realm, I am afraid that under this talisman, he would be killed on the spot.

Looking at Sun Xiangwen and the Great Perfection Monk who came to the front, although Qiao Yun did not retreat, he was also slightly wary in his heart, if the two of them suddenly attacked, Qiao Yun would not hesitate to sacrifice the talisman he had just grabbed.

A few feet away from Qiao Yun, Sun Xiangwen stood still, obviously afraid that Qiao Yun would misunderstand.

He then patted the storage bag, took out a jade bottle, threw it to Qiao Yun, and said, "This teacher...... Brother, these are a few healing pills, which should be slightly helpful to Senior Brother's injury. ”

Sun Tiancheng is a late-stage cultivator of the ninth layer of foundation building, and it stands to reason that he should call Qiao Yun a junior brother, but just now Qiao Yun seriously injured a late-stage Great Perfection monk in the late stage of foundation building with two punches, which shocked him in his heart, so after hesitating at the moment, he still felt that it was more appropriate to call Qiao Yun Senior Brother.

Qiao Yun stretched out his hand to take the jade bottle, put it away directly, and did not open it, but still hugged his fists slightly, "Thank you!"

Sun Tiancheng didn't care about this, but couldn't help but ask, "This senior brother, I don't know your name, why don't I seem to have seen senior brother in the Qingyu Sect?"

Not only Sun Tiancheng, but also the monk of the Great Perfection in the late stage of foundation building was also staring at Qiao Yun with fierce eyes, as if he thought that Qiao Yun was a monk of another sect, but he was just wearing the robe of the Qingyu Sect, but thinking that the other party had helped the two of them to deal with the Chiyang Sect just now, he was a little unsure in his heart.

Qiao Yun knew the doubts in the hearts of these two people, hesitated slightly, and still raised his hand to take off the three illusions on his face, revealing his original face. The reason why he took down the Three Illusions was not that Qiao Yun trusted these two people, but that Qiao Yun needed the spiritual spring that could restore his divine sense, but he was seriously injured at this time, and he didn't want to fight because of the distrust of the two people in front of him.

"It's you!" When Sun Xiangwen saw Qiao Yun's face, he couldn't help but exclaim, and then his face suddenly smiled, and his body moved and wanted to come to Qiao Yun's approach, but he was afraid that Qiao Yun would misunderstand, so he quickly stopped his body and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I sent someone to your cave to look for you several times before entering the secret realm, but there was no news, I didn't expect to meet you here!"

"Are you looking for me?" Qiao Yun was slightly stunned.

"It's not me, it's my father!" Sun Xiangwen was afraid that Qiao Yun would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained.

Subsequently, under Sun Xiangwen's narration, Qiao Yun realized that this Sun Xiangwen was indeed the son of his cheap master Sun Tiancheng, and after Sun Tiancheng saw his performance in the selection competition, he actually had the idea of accepting himself as an inner disciple, so he inquired about his cave mansion and sent someone to the cave mansion to find him.

It's just that he left the Qingyu Sect in the silver shuttle at that time, so Sun Tiancheng searched for him several times without success, and finally simply put down this idea for the time being, thinking that it would not be too late when he returned from the realm of phantom flames.

After hearing this, Qiao Yun was speechless for a while, it seemed that his cheap master had lost two genius disciples, Yan Zhu and Yan Cai'er, so he focused on himself.

Different from Sun Xiangwen's excitement, when the Great Perfection monk in the late stage of foundation building saw Qiao Yun's true appearance, his heart was turbulent, he still remembered that when he was in the selection competition, Qiao Yun was only a monk with a sixth layer of foundation building, and in just over a year, not only did his cultivation reach the middle stage of the eighth layer of foundation building, but his combat power was even more terrifying, and even he was far from being his opponent!

Qiao Yun didn't care about the expressions of these two people, and after taking the three illusions with him, he pointed to the five bottles of spiritual springs in the protective array, and said, "I want those five bottles of spiritual springs!"

"That's not good!" Sun Xiangwen hurriedly shook his head and said, if the rest of the things Sun Xiangwen would definitely give them to Qiao Yun without blinking an eye, but this thing is also very important to him.

Qiao Yun frowned slightly, "What's the matter, your sea is also broken?"

"That's not true, but a good friend of my father, who is also my uncle, has been damaged for many years, and I happened to bump into these spiritual springs this time, also for my uncle's fight. Sun Xiangwen said truthfully.

Qiao Yun's eyes moved slightly after hearing this, but he didn't expect Sun Xiangwen to seem to be a gentleman, and he was also quite affectionate, so he opened his mouth and asked, "The uncle you are talking about, but the surname is Shen?"

When Sun Xiangwen saw that Qiao Yun actually knew about Senior Uncle Shen, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and immediately blurted out: "Yes, Senior Brother, do you want these five bottles of spiritual spring for Uncle Shen?"