Soon, the two of them went out of the gate of the mine, because the Bashan mine was built in the Ba Valley, as soon as they went out, there were mountains all around, only a newly repaired mine road led to the highway dozens of miles away, and the others were some small paths leading to various mountains, most of which were paths walked by wild beasts.

Since it was dark, the two of them each wore a miner's lamp on their heads, and walked to the grove on the left with the help of the light.

For Zhang Yuyu, the miner's lamp is already more than for him, with the cultivation of the second floor of the foundation building period, there is no light, and the objects around a hundred meters away can also be seen clearly, and it is completely like a nocturnal animal, walking freely in the dark with both eyes, without any light.

Ye Cauliflower walked to the grove in front of her, and saw that the trees were scarce, the ground was stony, and there were some small grass and yellow flowers, so she took a happy breath, and then bent down to pick the flowers.

Zhang Yu followed closely behind, and instead of being as happy as Ye Caulihua, he focused his attention on a large cedar tree twenty meters away to the right.

It looks like I'm being targeted by something again!

Zhang Yu immediately used his divine sense to sneak peek at the top of the redwood tree twenty meters away on the right, and saw a beautiful young man standing on a thick branch, and on the branch to the right of the beautiful young man, there were two people, a beautiful girl in a black dress, and a gray-haired old woman.

Three people, three postures, three very powerful forces, it can be seen that these three people are not ordinary people, but three strong people, they are not ordinary people, nor martial arts masters, let alone demons, nor demons and Buddhas, but three cultivators.

There are two less, the young man is a cultivator of the ninth layer of qi refining, and the girl is also a seventh-layer qi refiner, but the old woman is also a cultivator of the third layer of foundation building, and this time she can meet a strong enemy!

Through his divine sense, Zhang Yu had already observed that the three people standing on the pine tree were not ordinary people, but cultivators, and he was greatly surprised in his heart!

He originally thought that on this earth, only one of them could understand this method of cultivating gods, but now he knew that it was not like that, and three of them appeared at once, which surprised him greatly, and it can be seen that there are more cultivators in this world, and he doesn't know.

It seems that I really sat back and watched the sky, thinking that I was unique, and it turned out that I was wrong!

"Bai Po, that kid turned out to be a god cultivator, and he is also a second-layer cultivator, fortunately you came, otherwise with the cultivation of me and Senior Sister Hei's qi refining ** layer, I would not be this kid's opponent at all, but the two of them joined forces and it was still possible to kill him." The beautiful young man standing on the tree saw Zhang Yu's cultivation, and said to the white-haired old lady standing on the branch next to him.

Bai Po listened to the words of the beautiful young man, and said: "I have long guessed that the person who can kill the cave insect demon I raised, the mana is equal to me, now it seems that it is true, I didn't expect that the old ghost of the Ye family invited a god cultivator for his granddaughter to be a bodyguard, and he is also a god cultivator on the second floor of the foundation, which really makes the old woman my eyes flash!" ”

"But this kid killed my cave mother worm demon, I must take his life."

"Bai Po, let me go and meet him first." The girl in the black dress suddenly spoke.

"It's good!" Bai Po nodded.

"Senior Sister Hei, you go first, if you can't beat me, I'll help you." The beautiful boy said.

The girl in the black dress stopped talking, and with all her strength, there was an extra brush in her hand, an extremely sharp brush, and on the tip of the brush, a cloud of ink shadow flashed.