Because of this, no one knows the specific entrance of the peerless treasure yet, and so many forces can only be stationed around Xingchen Mountain, digging three feet into the ground for Xingchen Mountain.

"After tonight, if Wan Jianqiu still refuses to speak, you will go and kill him. Yang Feng pondered for a moment, his eyes were filled with a trace of killing intent, and he said coldly.

"Palace Master, this ......" Bai Rhodiola frowned and said with some hesitation.

"Hmph, do you want to disobey?" Yang Feng glared at Bai Rhodiola angrily, and dared to kill him on the spot without saying a word.

"Yes. With a sharp turn in his eyes, Bai Rhodiola restrained the anger in his heart, replied softly, and then turned around and walked out directly.

"Hmph, unruly fellow. Yang Feng looked at Bai Rhodiola's back, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a fierce smile, giving people a demonic feeling.

Around Xingchen Mountain, there are still countless people digging over the mountains and rubble, trying to find the entrance to the peerless treasure, but unfortunately they have found nothing.

A group of three people walked slowly, all wrapped in black robes, giving people a dull feeling, it was the three of Yan Luo, Bai Mei and Qian Jiao.

The tall and mighty Shi Lei was stored in the Qiankun Pagoda by Yama, because Shi Lei was not a living body, so it could be stored in the Qiankun Pagoda as a "dead thing". And in this way, it can also be released at a critical moment and used as a hole card for himself, after all, Shi Lei's current combat power is comparable to that of a mortal seven-rank King Kong martial artist.

In order to deliberately keep a low profile, the three of them all wore uniform black power suits, which was eye-catching at all.

The black suit is the most commonly used costume for martial artists, and it is popular and will not attract the attention of others at all.

Sure enough, along the way, except for the occasional passing, the others didn't pay much attention to this three-person squad at all - after all, small teams like this abound.

"So many people?" Although he had expected it, seeing it with his own eyes made Yama still a little incredulous.

I'm afraid that there are not 10,000 warriors gathered in Xingchen Mountain now, but 8,000.

Eight thousand warriors, all gathered around a mountain peak that is no more than a hundred feet high, you can imagine how crowded and lively it is, crowded with people, like a carp crossing the river.

Moreover, these 8,000 warriors have the strength of mortal second-grade warriors at the very least.

Of course, among the eight thousand martial artists, five thousand are scattered small teams of martial artists, and their strength is uneven, and the most powerful team has hundreds of people, all of whom are almost equal to the strength of the middle-level sects in other states, and the weakest ones are only two.

A three-person team like Yama grabbed a handful.

"That's ......" At this time, Yama's eyes narrowed and he saw a familiar figure.

At this time, Xingchen Mountain gathered 8,000 warriors, and the crowd was crowded, like a carp crossing the river.

However, they are clearly distinguished, and they dare not cross the thunder pool by half a step.

The outermost idle team was still ten miles away from Xingchen Mountain, and it was not within the range of Xingchen Mountain. The only ones that really stand within the scope of Xingchen Mountain are the three major sects of Dawu Prefecture, the middle-level sects of other states, and some of the non-mainstream sects.

There is no way, Xingchen Mountain is too small to accommodate 8,000 people at all.

The three of them were inconspicuous among the many idle teams, and no one would notice such a team.

However, soon, Yama's eyes lit up and he saw a figure in the distance—Rhodiola Rosea.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Luo thought of something, the corners of his mouth outlined a faint arc, and a light invisible to the naked eye suddenly shot out from his eyes, ignoring the limitations of time and space, and went straight to the other side.

"Let's go, let's go. Yan Luo greeted Baimei and Qianjiao, who looked around curiously, and took the lead in walking forward.

Qianjiao's eyes showed a hint of doubt, where to go, but she didn't hesitate, and followed forward.

As for Bai Mei, she followed Yama's side step by step, her right hand stretched out from the black suit, and gently grabbed Yama's arm, which was very intimate.

Bai Rhodiola walked out of Yang Feng, his words sounded in his mind, his brows furrowed slightly, he really didn't have a temper?

But at this moment his heart pounded, and a strange feeling came over him, that he was being targeted, and that he had a very familiar feeling, as if he had felt it before.

Thinking of this, Bai Rhodiola raised his head slightly, followed the light and looked over, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at a figure walking quickly in the distance in disbelief, although he looked very low-key after deliberately dressing up, and he couldn't even see his face clearly, but Bai Rhodiola still noticed it at the first glance.

"Palace Master?!" Bai Rhodiola was slightly excited, it had been almost three months, and this was the first time he had seen Yama.

Without hesitation, Rhodiola took a cheerful step towards Yama.

It was very difficult for the outermost idle team to enter the inner circle, and they were immediately intercepted by the disciples of those lower-level sects.

"Who are you? I don't know if anyone can enter here. A formal disciple of the lower-level sect looked at the three of them proudly, in front of them, he had this proud capital.

The lower-level sects still have a lot of weight in front of these idle teams, especially in this situation, they can't insult the majesty of the sects, and there are hundreds of sects staring at it, not to mention many middle-level sects.

The task given to him by the palace master this time is to stop those guys who want to enter Xingchen Mountain, if this mission is completed well, maybe the palace master will promote himself to the holy son of the sect as soon as he is happy, and then his identity and status will be different from the past.

Thinking of this, Lin Kun worked harder to execute.

Yan Luo frowned slightly, he didn't expect these guys to intercept the way and not let the "idle people" enter.

"Hurry up, get out of the way. Lin Kun saw Yan Luo's hesitation, thinking that he was afraid and afraid, and he was even more arrogant at the moment, and involuntarily waved his hand at him, and the action of driving people away was very unreasonable and arrogant.

Boom!

Lin Kun's body was like being hit by a heavy truck, and he flew out directly, his abdomen was slightly bulging backwards, his feet were rubbing the ground and sliding, his face showed a painful expression, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and blood splattered in the air.

Bai Mei coldly withdrew her right hand and stood back behind Yan Luo, ignoring the half-dead Lin Kun at all.

This sudden change attracted the attention of many people, and immediately countless pairs of eyes turned their gaze and stared at this side tightly, with curiosity, shock, schadenfreude and clapping their hands in their eyes.

In the past three days, there have been a lot of conflicts between the idle team and the sect, but it is just a mouthful, and it is the first time that it has really done something like this.

"What are you doing!" Soon, a group of people immediately surrounded and surrounded the three of Yama.

This is the disciple of the Flying Eagle Hall of the lower-level sect, Lin Kun is the official disciple of the Flying Eagle Palace, seeing that the brothers of the same sect were beaten in public until they vomited blood, they had to stand up, not only for Lin Kun, but also to maintain the majesty and face of the sect.

"Senior Brother Lin Kun, are you okay?" a middle-aged man in a cyan robe picked up Lin Kun and asked with a worried face.