In the early morning of the next day, in a verdant and low mountain peak, on top of the tall rock, stood an inconspicuous teenager, the young man's eyes looked at the Feilong Peak hundreds of miles away, only to see the clouds and mist above the halfway up the mountain, faint light flickering, seemingly ordinary, but let people smell a trace of danger. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a long silence, the boy jumped forward, felt a direction, and gradually disappeared into the dense mountain forest.

The young man was Yun Fan, a few hours ago, he was separated from Ling Cai'er in the Valley of Gravel, and although the mission failed, the two still had to return to their respective stations to report, otherwise they would be considered as a deserter and treated as traitors to the sect.

Half a day later, a bare stone mountain, filled with countless complex and interlaced mines, and in an empty valley, there was a faint fluctuation of the power of the formation, and several disciples of the Tianqian Sect were on guard with serious expressions.

In the corner of the stone mountain, Yun Fan stared at the situation in the empty valley, and there was a sigh in his heart, he didn't know how many people would be able to return safely after the battle of Luoyan Valley.

"You're back", a familiar man's voice came from behind him, but it was obsidian who came slowly.

"I've seen Uncle Obsidian", Yun Fan bowed respectfully when he turned around.

"It's good to be alive, what is commendable is that you didn't even become a deserter, but a real man", obsidian eyes flashed with appreciation, since this battle, among the disciples sent out, from time to time some people escaped during the battle, and since then there is no trace, as if the world has evaporated, at this special moment, the high-level of the Tianqian Sect is busy dealing with the war, but they have no strength to pursue these disciples who fled from the battle.

"As a disciple of this sect, you should have the responsibility of guarding the sect, and the disciple has the responsibility to do so", Yun Fan said with a clear look, the reason why he returned to the vein was because he had his own reasons, not simply guarding the sect.

"Good! good", Obsidian nodded and said, "Now that the ore vein is in need of manpower, you go down and join the others, and when this battle is over, I will apply for additional sect contributions for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Obsidian, disciple retires", Yun Fan slowly retreated with a calm expression and walked towards the empty valley below.

In the valley, many people looked at him strangely, after all, it was not easy to survive a tragic bloody battle, and among them, there were even fewer people who were willing to return to the ore vein, presumably it was because of this that Obsidian would look at him differently.

Yun Fan walked into the mine as usual, unmoved by the eyes of the outside world, he had his own intention to choose so.

"Senior Brother Yun, you are still alive", a voice of surprise came, and then a person stepped forward quickly, but it was Li Yuan.

"Senior Brother Li", Yun Fan was surprised, the sunset battle in Yangu, the man surnamed Cao fled in panic, most of the disciples were killed and injured, and the rest were scattered, but he didn't expect to meet someone he knew well.

"It's good that you're alive, apart from you and me, only Senior Brother Sun Ping can come back", Li Yuan sighed and shook his head alone.

"What about Senior Brother Zhao Shuo?", Yun Fan's face moved, thinking of another person, but he didn't know if he was alive.

"Senior Brother Zhao...", Li Yuan hesitated for a while, and then sighed and said: "When I fled that day, I and Senior Brother Zhao Shuo were quite lucky, although there were thrills, but we finally broke out of the encirclement, but everyone has their own ambitions, Senior Brother Zhao has his own choice."

"I see", Yun Fan nodded, the words have come to this, he naturally understands what is happening, he can understand Zhao Shuo's escape in his heart, after all, no matter how important the sect is, it is not as important as his own life, everyone has their own choice, he will not comment on it.

In a stone room in the cave, the stone door is closed, and there is a white spar in the palm of Yun Fan's hand, which is exquisitely clear throughout, with eight square corners, and the edge is extremely regular, as if it was divided by a sharp weapon.

This thing is called the Law Spirit Mustard Seed, and the specific purpose is not very clear, only that it contains more than 1,000 kinds of formations, and it seems to have some ability to manipulate and crack the formation, as for the Lingtian Domain and the descendants of the Legalist family in the mouth of the cave man, although he has never heard of it, but since he has been favored, he plans to choose the opportunity to explore it in the future.

A trace of Yuan Force surged up in the palm of his hand, and the surface of the white spar flashed with a faint light, and then all the Yuan Force was sucked in, seeing that the spar did not have any movement, he hit a few more Yuan Force, and then there was an extremely faint white light lit up, if you don't look carefully, it is almost impossible to detect.

After thinking hard for a while, he moved his fingers, shaking the spar up and down, left and right, but there was no reaction, and he continued to infuse Yuan Li, but there was still no formation appearing, and he used a stick to knock, burn, and even drip blood to recognize the Lord, and sacrificed all the ways he could think of, but half an hour passed, and there was still no progress.

Yun Fan exhaled, and secretly muttered in his heart, the white spar is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much Yuan Force he injects, it can't make this thing have a further reaction, if the guess is not wrong, it should be because his cultivation is too low, and at the moment, even if he uses up the Yuan Power in his body, it doesn't have much effect.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded, as if he knew that there was a treasure mountain in front of him, but there was no way to enter it.

More than ten days have passed in a blink of an eye

The night was deep, a river valley with turbulent water, and in the narrowest part of the river valley, a faint white light formation flickered, covering a radius of several zhang.

There is a Tianqian Sect team stationed here, more than ten disciples assist each other in defense, everyone is vigilant, and as time passes, they have been safe and sound.

"Ah!", a miserable scream suddenly sounded, echoing in the river valley, making the disciples instantly tense and panic in their hearts.

"Kill!", in the next second, a piece of shouting and killing sounded, but I saw a huge firelight roaring and rushing, and the white light formation was broken almost instantly, and immediately after, a large group of disciples of the Shuyin Sect rushed in.

......

In a small mountain pass, two waves of disciples were fighting fiercely, but in half a pillar of incense, more than ten corpses were lying on the ground one after another.

"Withdraw, retreat quickly", a middle-aged man with a bloody face fled in a panic, looking at his direction, but he was heading towards Feilong Peak.

As soon as the middle-aged man fled, the other Tianqian Sect disciples also scattered and fled, and soon, there was only a group of Blood Sword Sect disciples left in the mountain col.

......

Wyvern Peak

On the top floor of the gray stone tower, several people sat quietly on the stone chairs, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Recently, the two monks have been moving frequently, constantly capturing the nearby mountains, destroying more than a dozen formations, looking at this situation, it seems that there will be a big move", above the first seat, the eyes of the hundred miles long wind are meaningful, and he has already smelled a hint of wind and rain.

"Is there anyone else in the sect who can come to help?", Song Feng's eyebrows raised, as one of the high-ranking members of the Tianqian Sect, he was very clear about the contrast between the strength of the enemy and me, and knew that if there was no strong reinforcement, this battle would be extremely difficult.

"Naturally, there are people in the sect who can come to help, but what I'm worried about is that once I get the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, it will be a big deal", Baili Changfeng's face was calm and abnormal, although the enemy was currently in a precarious situation, but he was experienced and did not do things frizzily.

"Divert the tiger from the mountain!", Song Feng's eyes were shocked, and he secretly said that he lacked a comprehensive strategy for considering things, and he couldn't help but become more and more convinced of the hundred miles of long wind.

"What Senior Brother Baili said is extremely true, this matter has to be prevented, but now that the war is approaching, the garrison of the Tianyin Mountain Range needs to be strengthened urgently", it was a young woman who spoke, her jade hand stroked her hair like a waterfall, and three thousand green silks scattered down, revealing a beautiful face, which was the most popular begonia girl in the sect.

Speaking of which, this woman is young, ranked as a Tianyuan Realm monk, and has become one of the few high-level figures in the Tianqian Sect, plus her tall figure and beautiful birth, almost everyone in the sect knows about it, and there are many admirers.

Even in the Northwest Continent, this woman is not small, and there are many high-level monks who are willing to come to the door to propose marriage, after all, it is rare to see a beautiful woman who cultivates to be strong.

But it is a pity that this woman devoted herself to cultivation and never mentioned much about marriage, which disappointed many high-ranking male monks.

"What Senior Sister Haitang is worried about, I have been thinking about it for a long time", Baili Changfeng bowed slightly, and said indifferently: "First, in view of the situation that the enemy is strong and I am weak, the defense range near Feilong Peak needs to be narrowed to avoid the garrison being too scattered, so as to be broken one by one; second, build a tighter formation in a small area, if the two monks want to forcibly attack, they will have to pay the corresponding price; third, this sect has united several major forces, hundreds of people are already on the way to help, if the reinforcements arrive, it will greatly enhance our strength."

"Besides, we still have other means, and I will tell you when the time is right."

More than 100 miles away from this, a black tall mountain, the mountain is huge and steep, faintly confronting each other with the Flying Dragon Peak, on the occasion of this night, the cold wind howls, whining loudly, sending out the sound of ghosts crying wolves, just like the ghost and the ghost.

In the cold night, in the empty cave, a cluster of fire slowly burned, and the firelight illuminated the dark cave, only to see three figures sitting on both sides with clear boundaries.

"Crazy Knife and Blood Spirit two brothers, how are your preparations going?", a middle-aged man about forty years old had a fierce look on his face, and the sleeve of his right arm was empty, it was actually Han Shuzi who had had his arm cut off by Yue Lingyun before.

"Hehe, hey, the blood-robed man is on his way over, just wait for the reinforcements from your sect to arrive, and then he can launch an attack on Feilong Peak", the man named Crazy Knife sat in a casual posture, carrying a blood-red machete on his shoulder, which was very visually stunning.

"Yes, everything is ready, just wait for the blood to wash the Flying Dragon Peak", on the other side, the man named Blood Spirit licked his lips, his face full of bloody murderous aura.

A few days later, the night was cold, the wind was cold, and among the huge peaks, clouds were shrouded and ghosts were heavy.

"Enemy attack!", a muffled thunder broke the silence of the night, echoing in the empty valley, which was particularly harsh.