"Who's breaking into our woodlands!"

Under the moon, Linghu took the two women to gallop in the forest, and suddenly Aya's expression became extremely serious. "Ahead!

"Linghu is fast! over there!" Ah Cao's reaction was also very fast, but for some reason Linghu stopped and spun in place, whimpering in his mouth, as if there was something in front of him that he didn't want to see.

"What's wrong, why don't you leave?" Ahcao wondered.

"Let's go!" Aya jumped up from the tiger's back at great speed, and the next moment landed on the branches of the big tree, a few dodges, like flying beasts shuttling through the forest. Ah Cao hesitated for a moment, followed closely, and left the Spirit Tiger in place.

In the depths of the forest, a group of monks gathered around an old man and a young man to rest in place, these monks were all equipped with sharp swords at their waists, and their bodies were full of true qi and fighting spirit, like war immortals.

"Young master, there should be a woodland of the Withered Leaf Clan ahead, let's go. The old man seemed to have a worried look, and talked carefully to the young man beside him. This old man was none other than the elder of the Qingyun Sect. On that day, he led a group of people to appear in the Ghost Mist Valley, the Death Woodland, and it was he who sent people to hunt down and kill the disciples of the Ghost Fighters.

But now he doesn't have the proud demeanor of the army at all, and he only acts as a sycophancy in front of the young man. In fact, this group of "War Immortals" of the Qingyun Sect all played the same role.

Because among them appeared this strange boy known as the Young Master. He was dressed in a black robe, with a solemn aura all over his body, although his stature was slightly short, he was extremely well-proportioned, and his expression seemed a little lazy, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like a black panther ready to attack at any time, making people dare not look at him. This created his natural pride, as long as he sat there, all the people around him seemed to be a foil.

"Hmph, don't think that if you suddenly hide, I won't be able to catch you! I will definitely find you, hurt my father, and take my spirit tiger, it's not that easy!" the young man muttered, his expression flashing with a hint of resentment.

"Young master, who are you looking for?" asked the old man, as if he was selling well.

"If you don't understand, don't ask!" replied the young man angrily.

The elder of the Qingyun Sect suddenly showed a little embarrassment on his face, thinking that although he was not a boss of the Inner Sect, he was also a deacon of the Outer Sect, and he was a well-known figure in the Qingyun Sect, but he didn't expect that he would have no temper in front of the young man.

In fact, there is no way, who is the person, it is the son of the sect.

I think that when the Qingyun Sect was defeated in the Great War of the Central Domain, it avoided disaster and went to the lower domain, and the foundation was completely lost, and only the surname Qiao was left.

Sect Master Qiao Yunshan originally had three sons and two daughters under his knees. This young man's surname is Qiao, and he is the only remaining son-in-law of the great sect master, Qiao Zhanxing.

Qiao Zhanxing's two elder brothers, Qiao Zhantian, Qiao Zhandi, and sister Qiao Yingcai, all died in the Central War, and his younger sister Qiao Yinghong disappeared in the escape, leaving him alone among the siblings. Of course, he is the future suzerain. It is conceivable that an elder of an outer sect and a son of an inner sect have a huge disparity in status, so of course they dare not slack off.

Needless to say, the Qingyun Sect came to the source of the fragrance, but unfortunately the source of the fragrance was not found. It seems to explode in an instant, and disappear without a trace. However, fortunately, many remnants of dead predecessors have been found. Among these relics are many black iron-level spiritual weapons.

For the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, the black iron weapon was still full of temptation, and even the middle domain was extremely rare. Slowly, they have mixed from the Middle Domain to the Lower Domain, and their background is lost, even if they have black iron weapons, they are not something that their outer sect disciples can covet.

Even if you can't use it yourself, you can be regarded as making a great contribution to the sect, and you can exchange a large amount of offerings when you go back. It's not in vain. It's a pity that the young master suddenly decided to leave the Valley of Death temporarily, and took them to drill around the woodland without knowing what they were looking for.

Elder Zhou was really depressed. However, even so, he didn't dare to disobey it in the slightest, on the one hand, who made the family a young master? Of course, the most important thing is to cultivate for strength.

Qiao Zhanxing's strength was there, even Elder Zhou couldn't see through the depths, he had some guesses, if the estimate was good, the other party would at least have to be really as good as the realm, or even higher. Thinking that he is a Dharma Body Realm cultivator, it is difficult to break through for decades, and people have cultivated like this at a young age, how can he not be impressed.

"Someone!" Qiao Zhanxing's gaze erupted with determination, staring into the distance. Elder Zhou suddenly gave a whistle, and immediately the disciples scattered around him gathered one after another, and in front of the young man, they instantly formed a battle formation. At first glance, it is well-trained. Elder Zhou seemed to be very proud, and looked back at Qiao Zhanxing like an inviter. I didn't expect the other party to turn a blind eye and take it seriously at all. Elder Zhou suddenly felt a trace of regret and embarrassment.

At this moment, suddenly two figures chased after each other. There was a bewitching woman in the head, and behind him was a thin old man, and the two didn't seem to deal with each other very well, and they fought all the way to this point.

The woman was wrapped in a bright aura, as if she was dressed in moonlight, and she was not stained with the slightest dust of the moon fairy. But the old man is the scorching sun on his head, spitting flames in his mouth, the so-called one yin and one yang, one cold and one hot, which is exactly the same. Several fights, although it seems to be an understatement, but all of them are earth-shattering, this way, as if two sharp scissors, instantly cut through the earth, where it passes, the surrounding flowers and plants are suddenly destroyed, I don't know how many creatures are destroyed.

However, it can be seen that the old man's flame palm power is extremely terrifying, almost all the way behind him, but the woman can only passively defend and dodge.

The woman's beauty was lost, although she was not going to live or die, but she was obviously very frightened in her heart, and she ran in a panic, but she couldn't avoid it and had to resist.

"Three flavors of true fire!" the old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of flames, which turned into a giant dragon and swept towards the woman.

"Guang Hanyi! Frozen Snow!" the woman shouted indiscriminately, these two people are really interesting, in addition to fighting, they actually reported their spells. However, the old man was obviously at ease and intended to tease, while the woman was obviously at a loss and in a hurry. Even so, in the eyes of the group of people from the Qingyun Sect, it was a huge shock.

Oh my God, what kind of strength is this? Even the legendary Great Sect Master can only make a move. Qiao Zhanxing looked at the two people flying in the air with a little playfulness, his face was not sad or happy, and he muttered in his mouth: "Really like a realm?" and then regained his composure, unable to see what he was thinking.

"Strange old man, you are insane, I didn't offend you!" exclaimed the woman.

"Hmph, little girl, if you don't learn well, you actually practice the magic of absorbing yang and refining yin, Lao Tzu wants to accept you for God and refine you into a yin pill!"

As soon as the old man's words came out, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, including Elder Zhou, all subconsciously hid back, and almost shouted the same name in unison. Yin Demon!

The name of the Yin Demon was in the hearts of the monks of the Upper, Middle and Lower Domains, and it was simply a nightmare. Legend has it that he was neither male nor female, and specialized in absorbing men's true yang exercises, and it is said that the men who were sucked by him eventually turned into skins, and there were no bones left. He also heard that countless powers died at his or her hands. In the nine cities of the lower region, when the baby cries and the child is disobedient, the adult will often talk about the yin demon, and suddenly the baby does not dare to cry, and the child does not dare not listen, which shows that the horror of the yin demon has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Now when I hear about absorbing yang and refining yin, none of these monks have a big head.

"It turns out that this woman is the legendary Yin Demon!" Qingyun Sect and the others suddenly took precautions, and under the horror, they all unconsciously retreated. Even Qiao Zhanxing's face showed a hint of surprise.

"Shit, who's the Yin Demon, you're the Yin Demon!" the woman shouted. With a sweep of his hand, it turned into countless ice and snow storms, collided with the fire dragon, exploded with a bang, and then narrowly escaped from the fire dragon's attack by reversing the air wave.