Although he was worried that the Red Dust Flame Ruyi Ding would continue to float down, thus staying away from the correct track to the Four Absolute Stars, so that he would delay his return trip, because of the Ruyi Ding, he was not worried about Yan Jing, who was lost in the void, and was very aware of the coverage of the powerful divine consciousness of the monk in the middle of the Xiaju period, he still chose to hide in the Ruyi Ding, and he would never show up until he was in a safe area.

Hiding in the fence courtyard every day, enjoying the food made by Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying, a mother and daughter, but it is difficult to hide the anxiety in his heart.

"Miss, it's time to eat."

Every time, Ouyang Lanlan would pour Yan Jing a glass of fruit wine made from spirit fruits.

With the assistance of a large number of spirit fruits, as well as spirit fruit wine, not only the mother and daughter of Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying have increased their cultivation, but Yan Jing's cultivation has also broken through the early stage of the Venerable Realm and advanced to the second layer of the middle stage.

The days passed day by day in Yan Jing's anxiety, and suddenly, one night, Yan Jing's Ruyi Ding, which Yan Jing felt had been floating, stopped.

Yan Jing, who was secretly frightened in her heart, didn't know who got it, or if she was blocked by something in the void space.

Quietly got up, came to the exit of Ruyiding, and poked out a tiny wisp of divine sense to check before relieving his heart, but it was blocked by a black leaf.

It's just that when Yan Jing paused the sound of fighting in the void space outside the ding, she nervously and hurriedly withdrew her divine sense.

Hiding in Dingkou, listening silently for a long time, and making sure that she was not discovered, she mustered up the courage to sneak out quietly.

Without immediately observing what the black leaf-like thing was, Yan Jing first looked around and found herself surrounded by many monks.

Fortunately, the monks surrounding him were not aimed at themselves, but divided into three groups, centered on the position where they were standing, and the sound of fighting came from above their heads.

Looking up, Jing was almost scared to be happy.

I saw that there were three people in the battle group, and they were all early monks in the Xiaju period.

The three groups that have become full of momentum are all led by scattered immortals, and their subordinates are all monks of the Xiaju period. In addition to these three groups, there are also many monks standing, most of them are Venerable Realm cultivators, and occasionally there are one or two Xia Ju periods.

"Why are you fighting here?"

It was one from each group that was chosen to participate in the battle, and the monks in the distance were all staring at the warband in the center.

"Stop!"

Almost three of the three scattered immortals in the group spoke at the same time.

Oh no, Yan Jing immediately realized that it was because she discovered herself that she suddenly appeared, and the three scattered immortals stopped the battle in the field.

When she found everyone and her feet, Yan Jing subconsciously bowed her head

"What is this, Void Ink Lotus?!"

Yan Jing's violently beating heart almost jumped out of her mouth in an instant.

Feeling that her legs were weak for a while, Yan Jing took advantage of the situation and sat cross-legged on the wide lotus leaves of the Void Ink Lotus.

"Mine."

Suddenly, a weak voice from the bottom of her heart made Yan Jing want to laugh.

This is the voice of Ding Ling Xiaoer, who has been silent for a long time, Yan Jing will not hear it wrong.

"What a guy who doesn't want to die for money."

Although she gave Ding Ling Xiaoer such an evaluation in her heart, Yan Jing herself would never miss this opportunity in front of her, which she could never have dreamed of.

Void Ink Lotus, if it is refined into an elixir, even if it can't recover the lost memory, it can at least restore the injuries on his body.

Yan Jing slowly calmed down her excited and apprehensive mood, and unfolded her consciousness to silently observe the many monks around her. Of course, I didn't forget to take a closer look at the Void Ink Lotus under my feet, and found that this Ink Lotus was far from ripe.

From this, Yan Jing also understood why the three groups of Xiaju period monks led by Sanxian sent people out to fight in a hurry.

Obviously, it was a scene rehearsed in advance for the sake of competing for this ink lotus.

With the keen sense of the scattered immortals, when Yan Jing had just appeared, he had already discovered it.

It's just that no one knows how this girl, who was dressed in gray linen clothes and only cultivated in the Venerable Realm, concealed everyone's divine sense, and suddenly appeared on the Mo Lian that everyone desperately wanted to put into her bag.

"Who are you?"

Hong Zhong's shouting and questioning came from the majestic-looking scattered immortal in the group of people directly opposite.

"Yan Jing."

Understated her name, although Yan Jing had suspected that it might be her real name when she asked Cong Ye to name herself, she was not sure.

"Did you use the magic weapon to hide your figure?"

Yan Jing naturally didn't say it, so she chose to be silent.

Yan Jing is also, it is not yet the time for Mo Lian to mature, and none of the three groups will take the liberty of doing it to themselves, otherwise, they will definitely leave the best opportunity to others. Therefore, as long as it is not the moment when Mo Lian matures, he will say that it is safe.

"Say it! Where do you come from? ”

It's nothing more than talking nonsense, even if they know that Yan Jing is from the fairy world, it is impossible for these people to give up the inevitable Mo Lian.

Simply, Yan Jing closed her eyes and meditated.

"Bold!"

In the group of people on the left side of his body, there was a short-tempered mid-Xia Ju monk, who was very angry at the ignorance of the little girl who only had the Venerable Realm, and couldn't help but slap his palm in the distance. There is no need for Yan Jing to make any moves, there is already a group of people in front of him, who is also a mid-stage monk of Xiaju, who also launched a palm. But instead of attacking Yan Jing, he walked towards the palm of the person just now, obviously afraid that the other party would accidentally damage the ink lotus at Yan Jing's feet.

At this time, the three people who originally participated in the fight had already returned to their respective teams.

In the middle, only the immature Mo Lian was left, and Mo Lian was meditating cross-legged with her eyes closed, wearing gray linen clothes, and Yan Jing, a girl who had cultivated in the middle of the Venerable Realm.

If there are Buddhist disciples at this time, or if the Buddhist cultivators have done this, they will inevitably mistake Yan Jing for a Buddhist disciple.

"The junior of the Little Venerable Realm cultivation is so unexpectedly unexpected."

Although Yan Jing's actions made everyone hate the root of their teeth, they all didn't want to leave the opportunity of Mo Lian's maturity to others, and at the same time, they were afraid of hurting Mo Lian, who was bound to win, and there was nothing they could do about it.

"It's her, it's really her."

A faint sound of surprise came into her ears, and Yan Jing opened her eyes and looked at the monks who were watching in the distance, and followed the source of the sound and found the seven monks surrounding her. The first person to recognize himself was the bearded middle-aged monk.

Yan Jing didn't have to be afraid of them anymore for the time being, so she couldn't help but smile at the seven people, and then gently closed her eyes again.

However, the divine consciousness has always been paying attention to the ink lotus under his feet.

"What are you waiting for, it's mine."

Hearing Ding Ling's weak voice again, Yan Jing had no choice but to tell Xiao Er:

"Mo Lian is not yet mature, it can't be included in the Dingzhong, once it leaves the void space, it will immediately wither and die."