Miaojiang Holy Land.

The ancient trees are towering, lush, there is mist between the heaven and the earth, blocking the sun, here is full of aura, whether it is trees or flowers and plants are growing extremely luxuriant, like a fairyland.

Swish!

With a flash of light, ten figures suddenly appeared in the air.

"It's ......"

One of the ten figures, a young man, glanced around, feeling the rich aura between heaven and earth, and his eyes showed a touch of shock.

"It deserves to be called the Holy Land of Miaojiang, this place is really magical!"

The other nine people also came back to their senses, and the old man glanced at the young man respectfully, and said, "Sir, you ......."

Although the old man only said three words, there was a sense of retention in his expression, obviously wanting Yang Yifan to act with him.

"Lin is leaving, and we will meet again."

Yang Yifan had already made up his mind, smiled lightly, turned around and left.

He wants to find the monk of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in the fastest time, and only in this way can he implement a series of plans!

'More than 20 monks who built the foundation of the fifth layer, if all these people were destroyed here......

Yang Yifan thought in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a sneer.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, the old man's voice interrupted Yang Yifan's thoughts.

Turning around, Yang Yifan looked at the old man puzzled.

With a smile on his face, the old man took out a piece of tough paper from his arms and handed it to Yang Yifan, with a flattering expression:

"This is the map here, it is drawn by the joint statistics of many sects in Miaojiang after each entry and exit, although it is not comprehensive, but it should be able to come in handy, please accept it."

"Oh?" Yang Yifan was immediately overjoyed!

Got a map?

That's a good thing!

At first, Yang Yifan was worried that this place was too big, and he would definitely not have a good effect if he looked for it like a headless fly, but he didn't expect the old man to have a map of this place, he was really sleepy and sent a pillow!

Yang Yifan glanced at the map and put it in his arms, and then he took out a jade bottle.

"There are three second-level pills in this, and the right should be exchanged."

Yang Yifan doesn't like to owe favors to others, and this map is obviously very precious in this Miaojiang Holy Land, although this map may not be a valuable thing for the rest of the monks, but for Yang Yifan, it is priceless.

Therefore, Yang Yifan directly took out three second-level pills again without hesitation.

"This ...... This! ”

The old man took the jade bottle, his hands were trembling, and his face was full of ecstasy!

The map he gave Yang Yifan was just a whim, on a whim, thinking of forming a trace of affection with Yang Yifan, and did not have the luxury of getting the pill again.

He never dreamed that Yang Yifan would make such a generous move!

Subconsciously, the old man looked at Yang Yifan with more respect, he was able to take out six second-level pills and give them to others so casually, even if they were fools, they could guess that Yang Yifan was definitely not an ordinary person!

Therefore, they do not dare to have the slightest greed at all, and some are only in awe.

In their awe-inspiring eyes, Yang Yifan did not stop, turned to leave, and soon disappeared from their sight.

Looking at the back of Yang Yifan leaving, the nine old men sighed together.

"Superior, superior!"

……

The wind was howling and the leaves were rattling.

In a valley in the Holy Land of Miaojiang, a figure was walking between the towering trees, this person was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had crossed hundreds of meters, and those trees seemed to be unable to stop him at all.

Swish!

The figure snapped and stopped at the top of a tree.

He took out a map from his bosom, looked at it carefully, frowned slightly, and whispered:

"Beastmaster Valley ......"

This person is Yang Yifan.

Half a day has passed since he entered this Miaojiang Holy Land, and during this half day, Yang Yifan didn't do anything, just rushed away.

On the map given by the old man, Yang Yifan knew that the forest he was originally in was the most boundary of the Miaojiang Holy Land, and there was no danger at all, and naturally there were no treasures.

Therefore, Yang Yifan did not hesitate, and rushed directly to the deepest part, he was sure that no matter where the group of people from the Ten Thousand Poison Gate wanted to go, it must be in the direction of the depths.

At this time, the Valley of the Beast King that he came to was the dividing line between the outer and the deep in this holy land.

It is rumored that there is an extremely powerful demon beast in this beast king valley, whose strength has reached the terrifying seventh layer of the foundation, for some reason, this monster beast can not smell the breath of a low-level monk, as long as it smells the breath of a monk below the fifth layer of the foundation, there is an eighty percent chance of rushing out and devouring it recklessly!

And all the monks whose strength was higher than the fifth layer of the foundation building, this demon beast didn't seem to notice anything, and didn't care about it at all, and let it enter.

This is extremely strange, but it is precisely because of such a strange point that it has played a watershed role in this Miaojiang Holy Land, for example, the great forces of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate have not wiped it out, but have allowed it to develop and let it survive to this day.

The Valley of the Beast King is also named for this.

Retracting his thoughts, Yang Yifan took the map into his arms.

If the direction is correct, in another minute or so, Yang Yifan will be able to walk out of this Beast King Valley, which may be the reason why the speed is too fast, although his aura is still three layers of foundation, but it does not alarm the demon beast.

"The Soul Sect is so capable?"

"Look for death!"

At this moment, Yang Yifan's ears moved, and he suddenly heard two voices.

Yang Yifan keenly noticed the word Soul Sect, and even heard that the word 'looking for death' in the back was what Jiufeng said!

"Soul Sect? What's going on, go over and see! ”

Yang Yifan squinted, his figure flashed, and he swept towards the direction where the voice came from extremely quickly.

If it were someone else, Yang Yifan would definitely not pay attention to it, but the Soul Sect, no matter what happened, he would go over and take a look!

……

Deep in the forest.

Two groups of monks are facing each other!

One of them was dressed in white, with a delicate 'Ling' character written on his chest, and the leader was a young monk, who had built a five-layer cultivation foundation, and at his age, he had such a cultivation, which could be called Tianjiao!

As for the other group of people, it was Jiufeng and the others.

At this moment, Jiufeng and the others were standing in the defensive formation, their formation was given by Yechen, although the level was not high, but they were able to resist the attack of the fifth-layer monks of the foundation building to a certain extent.

As for the group of young monks, they were also standing in the defensive formation at this time, not only that, but their formation was even more ingenious, and it seemed that it was much stronger than the formation of Jiufeng and the others!

At this moment, Jiufeng and the others had ugly faces and angry faces, staring at the group of young people with a fierce fighting spirit!

Obviously, the monks on both sides fought, and the young monks had the upper hand in the battle!

(End of chapter)