When teleporting, Ling Xiaoye did not forget to cast these more than 36,000 small vein eyes, and after just a few breaths, he recovered most of his mana true element.

Of course, these still need to be used in the performance of the Phantom Body.

After contacting more than a dozen phantom bodies and moving more than ten miles, Ling Xiaoye saw the Bai Family Bazaar.

This time, he became cautious, first using his divine thoughts to check if there was any Zhuang Meng's breath.

Zhuang Meng should not have arrived yet, and he couldn't feel his breath.

So he hung around the Baijia Bazaar, waiting for Zhuang Meng's arrival.

When Ling Xiaoye left the Silver Light Auction House, he cast a phantom body, but he was also tracked by someone, which means that the other party has a way to track him.

If it were some sect or family member, he would definitely not be so cautious.

It's because the guy who is tracking is a member of the royal family.

So far, Ling Xiaoye has not really grasped how to deal with the royal family.

It is said that the current emperor of the Yuxu Empire is at least in the Dao realm.

In other words, the strongest person in the royal family was still more than one realm higher than Ling Xiaoye's true strength.

In order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Ling Xiaoye had to be so careful that Qinglanmen would not be implicated.

However, Ling Xiaoye still thought of the worst plan.

Now that the person has been injured and the things have been robbed, this feud has been settled.

All this he did now was just to delay the revenge of the Seven Princes.

When Ling Xiaoye was still thinking, he suddenly sensed a familiar breath, it was Zhuang Meng coming.

At this time, Ling Xiaoye immediately transmitted to Zhuang Meng:

"Uncle Zhuang Meng, find a place, remove the disguise technique, and then you immediately rush back to the sect, alone!"

"Oh, what about you, boss?"

"I'll stay for the time being, go our separate ways, and I'll go back on my own. ”

"Okay. ”

"By the way, when I go back, remember to tell the three elders that I am in retreat. ”

"Understood. ”

Zhuang Meng came back, and disappeared into the sea of people after a while.

The reason why Ling Xiaoye arranged it this way was for his reasons.

He himself was the target of the Seven Princes' forces, but Zhuang Meng was not.

Therefore, Zhuang Meng acted alone, and ordinary people would not doubt it.

But if Ling Xiaoye and Zhuang Meng are together, there are spies who will find out their whereabouts.

Now, what Ling Xiaoye has to do is to be cautious and wait to avoid the limelight.

It just so happened that he needed to be alone for a while.

Ling Xiaoye cast a few more illusion moves, away from the Bai family bazaar, to a relatively unfamiliar place.

There were few pedestrians and not many houses, but there were a few small inns on the side of the street, so he went to one of them, asked the price, and went inside to rest.

He had only slept well yesterday, and now he had come to stay at this inn, only to rest for a while.

Ling Xiaoye sat cross-legged and entered a state of cultivation.

The next morning, the sky was bright, the morning sun rose, and a ray of orange-yellow sunlight passed through the window and sprinkled on Ling Xiaoye's face.

At this time, he opened his eyes, got up and washed up, and then left the room and went downstairs to the lobby to find something to eat.

The inn is simply decorated, with a few tables and a few benches for guests to eat.

Ling Xiaoye ordered a breakfast with a shopkeeper, and then found a place to sit down.

While he was eating, a few guests who looked like warriors came in at the door, they also ordered something, and then discussed loudly at the table not far from Ling Xiaoye.

A guy with a thief's eyebrows and a rat-faced face shouted directly: "Oh, it's really, I worked all night last night, just to gather people and horses, and I'm tired to death!"

"What big moves are you doing in that sect? ”

The one who answered the conversation was a big man with a beard.

"It's not for yesterday's incident at the Silver Light Auction!"

"No wonder you're coming to us for food. ”

The other replied.

"Don't mention it, yesterday the young master Wen Zhengxing of Tianyi Pavilion was knocked unconscious. ”

"I know, it seems that it is a good thing done by the head of Qinglanmen. ”

"Well, that's just one of the things, the most important thing is that even the master who has been with the Seventh Prince for many years has been knocked down on the street. ”

"Oh, that's what I heard. ”

"That's for sure, the Seventh Prince heard that his nose was crooked when he heard it. ”

"Who is so bold as to dare to do something to someone in the royal family?"

"I don't know, but what is certain is that now everyone is suspicious of the person who is making a lot of trouble in the city. ”

"Qinglan Sect, the head of the Life Wheel Realm cultivator?"

"Yes, now our sect has received an order to gather a lot of people and horses to go to Tianyi Pavilion, but the head of the sect did not say the specific situation. ”

......

These people didn't care about the guys in the store, and they weren't afraid of Ling Xiaoye eavesdropping nearby, so they continued to chat unscrupulously.

Ling Xiaoye learned from them that Tianyi Pavilion had gathered a group of people and was going to go to Qinglanmen to theorize.

Ling Xiaoye finished eating what was in his mouth, took a sip of tea, and then settled the bill with the shopkeeper and left the inn.

As he walked, he calculated: if he escaped, he would still be suspected.

Fortunately, he asked the four elders to bring a group of disciples to the Treasure Hall to practice, and the disciples above the Qinglan Sect were not too many.

But since he heard the news that Tianyi Pavilion was going to Qinglan Gate, Ling Xiaoye decided that he, the head of the sect, must not stay out of the matter.

After walking for a few miles, many thoughts flashed through Ling Xiaoye's mind.

Suddenly, he encountered a funeral procession, a mighty long line, accompanied by mourning, so that people knew at a glance that someone was dead.

Suddenly, Ling Xiaoye said that he had cast a corpse summoning spell for a long time.

The number of times he cast this spell was not very many, and there were not many people who could witness Ling Xiaoye summon a large number of skeletons.

An idea came to him.

"Well, since you have gathered people to go up the mountain, then I will find a group of people to stop you halfway. ”

The corners of Ling Xiaoye's mouth went up, revealing a smile.

Swish!

He didn't care about casting his illusion in a crowded place, he just desperately urged the true yuan mana to make himself move instantly.

In less than half an hour, Ling Xiaoye had performed more than twenty phantom movements in a row, and after moving more than twenty miles, he had already felt the North City Gate.

After leaving the city, Ling didn't care about the slight weakness of his body, but just desperately urged more than 36,000 small veins to keep his body full of spiritual power.

It was converted into mana, and then into true yuan, and it only took a dozen breaths.

In the direction of Qinglan Gate, Ling Xiaoye continued to cast his phantom body and arrived in the wilderness dozens of miles away from Yuanjing City.