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"Senior brother, please rest assured, there is already a lot of fog in the mountains, and there are many demon beasts at night, so we will definitely not go out of the battle indiscriminately. Besides, one or two hundred of us are together, even if we really meet the people of Bailongling, as long as we don't meet the second-generation disciples, it is not yet known who will win and who will lose. Yu Shao said confidently, the three generations of disciples behind him and many of the four generations of disciples also nodded when they heard this, everyone is not a fool, who is willing to leave the protection of the formation at night and go out to find it? As long as they were allowed to go out of the valley during the day, most of them were satisfied.

"If only you were clear."

Fang Liang saw that the group of people swore to agree to the next two requests, so he didn't say anything more. He looked at the sky, a waning moon in the dzzy sky was slowly rising through the white curtain, the black shadow was like paint dyed on the veil, it was estimated that it was already a human hour, the valley was unusually cold and silent, and occasionally there were one or two cries of birds and beasts, and it would soon be quiet.

"I'm leaving, and in a few days, there will naturally be other second-generation disciples to send you out." Fang Liang handed the formation flag to Yu Shao, and asked him to keep it with Li Xiaoxing, Long Qian, and Guan Zhitong, and then the figure flashed, and the person flew out of the valley with the sound of breaking the air, and he didn't know where to go.

Wu Ming leaned against the stone wall, swallowing the water and dry food in the storage talisman unhurriedly, beside him, Lu Bingyun, Yin Chudie, Yue Han, and Feng Jingyu gathered together again, and Ling Zhou returned to the team of the Sword Pavilion.

"It's cold." Yin Chudie wrapped the thin autumn shirt on her body tightly, and sighed hot. The cold in the mountain range was already pressing, and the opening in the east of the valley was constantly leaking, and at this moment, not only her, but also the hundreds of disciples in the valley felt the cold. At this time, the gap between the various teams was revealed, and the wood brought by Fang Scale was only enough to raise six bonfires, and those relatively strong teams naturally took up these few bonfires, leaving the remaining teams leaning against the wall to freeze.

Obviously, Wu Ming's team is one of the many teams that have been frozen.

Feng Jingyu rubbed his hands and took off his coat, and was twisting how to hand it over to Yin Chudie, on the side, Lu Bingyun had already wrapped his coat around Yin Chudie, and handed over a gentle look, Yin Chudie immediately smiled gratefully, and then blushed, and leaned half of his body on Lu Bingyun to keep warm.

Feng Jingyu's hand holding up his clothes stopped in mid-air, quickly retracted it, he laughed dryly, put his clothes on, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Yue Han on the side sighed and said, "I knew that I would have prepared more firewood to bring in, who knew that it was so cold in the valley." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Feng Jingyu nodded repeatedly.

"It's just a cold fall, I'm afraid that this time I will come to the valley for nothing." Lu Bingyun was beautiful in her arms, but her tone was extremely unkind, and her eyes stared directly at Wu Ming's feet that were temporarily bandaged with white silk cloth.

Since the five-person team regathered, Lu Bingyun's face has not been very good-looking, for this plan to enter the valley, he lost money and put pills, and finally found Wu Ming, a doctor, to help. Fortunately, now the three sects in the ridge are in a scuffle, he can't get any benefits, not to mention that he is still trapped in the valley, and what's worse is that Wu Ming, a doctor, was injured on the way, which made it difficult for his legs and feet to walk, and it was all out of his control.

Wu Ming didn't explain the reason for the foot injury, and Lu Bingyun didn't ask much, except for the thirty or dozens of people who were present at the time, no one would associate the four generations of disciples who fought with the giant ape in the white mist with Wu Ming, he only injured the soles of his feet like this when Wu Ming was in too much hurry on the way.

"Tomorrow...... Are we still out? Yue Han saw Lu Bingyun's face and asked hesitantly.

"Of course you want to go, could it be that you really plan to hide in the valley all the time?" Lu Bingyun snorted coldly, glanced at Wu Mingdao, "Since Senior Brother Wu is injured, let's rest at the bottom of the valley, if any of us are injured, we will come to you for treatment after returning to the valley." ”

"Thank you for your attention." Wu Ming has never been very resistant to this kind of fake kindness.

A few people chatted for a while, and couldn't help the fatigue of running around the day in their bodies, and fell asleep one after another, as time passed, most of the disciples in the valley fell into a drowsy sleep, and the remaining three generations of disciples with high strength did not feel tired, and they each meditated and refined qi, and they no longer made a sound.

In the forest, the branches and leaves rustle and sway, like the sound of an ancient Qiang flute.

There is a figure in a white dragon-patterned robe constantly shuttling through the bushes, and the leader is Li Daogu, a man with an ancient surname and a middle-aged scribe, in addition to the three of them, there are two more leaders of the team: one is a man in his early forties, wearing a purple cloud robe, with a banana leaf fan behind his back, the size of the purple cloud robe is specially cut, the cuffs are wide and long hanging down to the knees, and his sleeves have been fluttering during the journey, and people who don't see clearly will even mistake it for a skirt; The other man was in his early twenties, with a white face and well-defined eyes, but he was a rather handsome young man.

The five of them, with a group of Bailongling Sect people, quietly surrounded the entire valley.

"Is this it?" The long-sleeved man glanced into the valley and faintly saw a few glimmers of the afterglow of the bonfire.

"This group of sectarians is below, and the concubine has followed them for a few hours, and she will definitely not be mistaken." Li Daogu nodded, and was quite in awe of the long-sleeved Taoist in her words.

"Daosheng, come and see." The long-sleeved Daoist could see at a glance that there was a formation around the valley, and he didn't dare to move, so he ordered the young man around him.

"Yes, Master."

The young man's name was Xiang Daosheng, he was a closed disciple of the long-sleeved Daoist, and he was also the only formation master among the people present, he didn't dare to slack off, strode forward, and looked around the edge of the hillside for a long time before frowning and pacing back into the crowd.

"How?" The long-sleeved Taoist asked.

Xiang Daosheng shook his head and didn't speak, and everyone immediately understood what he meant, I'm afraid this formation can't be broken.

"How's that okay?" Li Daogu's face was sad, she and Gu Daoren and Xun Daoyou were the most anxious in the scene, and the three of them couldn't wait to be able to kill into the valley immediately, and they caught the disciple who had cultivated the sword intent out of everyone, and moved him to a hidden place to torture him, forcing him to find out the magic weapon or exercise hidden in his body. It's a pity that they are only a slope away from Wu Ming now, but they are blocked by the formation and cannot take a step forward.

The long-sleeved Taoist pondered for a while, a few hints of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly spoke: "How many four generations of sectarians are left in the team?" ”

"This ...... Isn't it. Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and they all understood the meaning of the words of the long-sleeved Taoist.

"Senior brother, do you use a knife to kill chickens? This method is used to deal with the masters of Zhou Tianjing, and it is not worth the loss when it is used to deal with these juniors. Someone next to him raised an objection, and the robed Taoist smiled coldly, "Don't forget, there is an order in the sect, except for the disciples of the main sect of Bailongling, once the disciples of other foreign sects find out in the Barrier Ridge, they will be killed, and the means are not limited!" ”

The long-sleeved Taoist deliberately dragged out the words "means are not limited", so that the opponent was speechless and stumbled back into the crowd.

"What do you think?" The long-sleeved Taoist turned around and asked the three of Li Daogu, and the three of them naturally nodded in agreement immediately, but they couldn't wait to enter the valley in the next moment.

"Let's get started." The long-sleeved Taoist said indifferently.

He stepped into the crowd, and the people in front of him shuddered to make way for him, and it was not until he reached the end of the line that he stopped leisurely and turned to look ahead to the left.

There were four disciples who had just started there, all about fifteen years old, who were looking at him in horror as they retreated, and when they saw him approaching, the four disciples were about to cry out in fright.

Seeing this, the long-sleeved Taoist didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand and wiped it, and he didn't know what kind of spell he used to seal the shouts of the four people, and then waved his long sleeves.

Under the moon, in the fog, dark spots of blood splattered.

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