As the name suggests, Yundang Mountain is completely shrouded in clouds and mist, and the white clouds use the mountain as a swing, swinging around like a child playing.

Although Qing Ya would not do anything to repay the favor, Zhou Zhe was still a little wary of this demon saint and deliberately kept his distance.

An Xiaole knew that eating soft rice also had to pay a price, and he didn't dare to get close to Qingya, so he kept silent all the way, pretending to be a tour.

Qing Ya didn't care, as if she didn't know the two people behind her, with a pair of jade feet, floating like a purple cloud.

Yundang Mountain is not very tall compared to the mountains on the Holy Source Star, which often reach into the sky, and when the sun is full, you can even see the emerald green mountain top through the thin clouds.

It's just that the entire Yundang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and even the foot of the mountain is full of white clouds, which can be dispersed at will.

"Let's go up and wait. Standing among the white clouds at the foot of the mountain, Qingya turned around and looked at Zhou Zhe who came up:

"The clouds and mist of Yundang Mountain can block the induction, and Ah Zheng can't sense you on the mountain even if he is standing here. ”

After Qing Ya finished speaking, she smiled bitterly, then turned around and walked towards the mountain in the clouds, Zhou Zhe glanced back at An Xiaole, who was a little dumbfounded, and also walked towards the mountain.

The clouds and mist of Yundang Mountain are not thick, so when you look at it from a distance, you have the feeling of white clouds drifting.

As soon as you walk into the mountains, the white clouds turn into wisps of mist, as if they can turn into drizzles of rain at any time.

Yundang Mountain is not steep, the forest is not dense, the three of them walked very easily, and Qing Ya raised her hand from time to time to grab a trace of white mist.

"Do you know how to eat soft rice?" Qingya, who was playing with the mist, suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Zhou Zhe An Xiaole, who was still peeking at her.

"I don't know!" An Xiaole was stunned when asked, and then replied with some annoyance, if he wanted to eat soft rice, he could find any one and let him eat it.

"If you want to eat soft rice, you must first learn to be afraid of women, if you don't believe it, you can ask Zhou Zhe. Qingya glanced at Zhou Zhe, who was also stunned, and then walked towards the mountain again.

"Zhou Zhe, are you afraid of her?" I was afraid that the woman An Xiaole would not, so I had to point to Qingya's back and whisper to Zhou Zhe for advice.

"She is a demon saintess, and she wants to help that demon saint kill me, do you say you're afraid?"

Zhou Zhe asked An Xiaole with some annoyance, he really didn't feel afraid of Qingya, but he was a little guarded and a little excited.

"Then, what about Meng Yuxuan?" An Xiaole nodded very approvingly, and then asked about Zhou Zhe's other soft rice.

"I haven't seen her yet, why should I be afraid of her!" Zhou Zhe was even more annoyed when he looked at An Xiaole's serious appearance, couldn't this guy hear that he was perfunctory?

An Xiaole finally quieted down and followed Zhou Zhe to think about the problem of being afraid of women, which was a bit difficult for him.

The woman he has the most contact with is his mother, and it's too late to spoil him, how can An Xiaole be afraid.

He was afraid of his father, or rather, he was afraid of the rattan in his father's hand, and he didn't know how many they were broken since he was a child.

As for the others, it's too late for him to slap in, and An Xiaoleyi comes to stretch out his hand to eat and open his mouth, so he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone.

Yundang Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all day long, and climbing to the mountain is like soaring clouds and fog, and no matter how bad the mood is, it will be melted by the scenery.

There is a large stone halfway up the mountain, like a small platform, through the swirling clouds, you can see the distance below the mountain, Qingya walked up and sat down.

"Just wait here, they'll see you when they come. ”

The direction that Qing Ya is facing is the Holy Spirit City, and as for them, they naturally include Meng Yuxuan and Ah Zheng.

An Xiaole was just about to walk up, but was stopped by Zhou Zhe stretching out his hand: "Let's go over there to cultivate." ”

An Xiaole glanced at the back of Qing Ya sitting upright, her two bare feet dangling in the air, playing with the slightest cloud and mist.

The boulder is a little narrow, and the two of them will be a little crowded when they go up again, An Xiaole feels that Zhou Zhe's choice is very wise, and it is better to stay away from the witch.

Zhou Zhe's whole body has consumed a lot of spiritual power, and he is ready to let An Xiaole help him consume it all, so that he can enter the Saint Yuan space to fill.

Not far from the big rock where Qing Ya was sitting, there was a flat forest, Zhou Zhe sat on his horse with his waist down, and let An Xiaole attack him.

The movement of the two of them in cultivation was a bit big, and it quickly attracted Qing Ya's gaze, but she couldn't help frowning.

Zhou Zhe kept bearing An Xiaole's fists, but he didn't leave the place, but his upper body shook a little.

An Xiaole punched Zhou Zhe with one punch, but he was constantly being bounced out, "bang", "bang" and "bang" hit the trunk of the tree, and the clouds and mist were surging, as if it was raining leaves.

"Zhou Zhe, are you refining your body?" An Xiaole sat down under a big tree to rest, and Qing Ya turned around and asked aloud.

"It's kind of refining. Zhou Zhe moved his body, replied a little perfunctorily, and sat cross-legged on the ground to prepare to run the Saint Yuan Jue.

"What do you mean?" Qingya's crescent eyebrows furrowed even more, and she was very dissatisfied with Zhou Zhe's attitude.

"The main thing is to consume the spiritual power in the body, which is similar to refining the body. Zhou Zhe didn't want to hide it, he didn't say that Qing Ya could sense it.

"It's best not to let others see your cultivation method. Qing Ya stared at Zhou Zhe for a while, and suddenly gave a warning.

"Why?!" Zhou Zhe, who was about to meditate, suddenly looked at Qing Ya, did she already know something?

"Originally, the six clans weren't sure who the Holy Ancestor Order was on you or the Zhou City Lord, but seeing that your cultivation method is so strange, it is estimated that they will lock you!"

A playful smile appeared on Qing Ya's thin lips, as if she was imagining the scene of Zhou Zhe being frantically hunted down by the six clans.

"Hehe, you're thinking too much!" Zhou Zhe sneered: "I'm helping An Xiaole cultivate, you don't think that the Holy Ancestor Order is on him, right?"

"Hmph, he also deserves the Holy Ancestor Order!" Qing Ya snorted coldly disdainfully, and turned her head away without even looking at An Xiaole.

"Zhou Zhe, how old is the witch?" An Xiaole was very unhappy, he didn't even deserve to get the Holy Ancestor Order, so he wanted to investigate Qing Ya in detail, and asked in the voice.

"I don't know, I can't see it. Zhou Zhe shook his head, and after passing back a sentence, he closed his eyes again and prepared to meditate.

Qingya's height is about the same as him, and she is only fifteen or sixteen years old in terms of appearance, but her speech and demeanor are quite mature.

"Hmph, it's estimated to be one hundred and eighty years old, it's an old witch!" An Xiaole was very relieved to transmit again.

"Little fat man, if you dare to chew your tongue again, I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the dog!"

Qing Ya turned her head suddenly, and the cold ice in her watery eyes in late autumn shot directly at An Xiaole, and the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain seemed to be frozen for a moment.

"Ahh

"Of course I can hear your transmission!" Qing Ya glared at An Xiaole arrogantly, and then looked at Zhou Zhe:

"What did you just say to the little fat man?"

"I told him I didn't know. Zhou Zhe explained honestly, and gradually realized in his heart that Qingya's cultivation was at least a small realm higher than him and An Xiaole.

Transmission of sound into the secret is to wrap the sound with true qi and send it to the other party's ears, but also to prevent someone from understanding lip language, and try not to move the lips.

If you are a little higher than a realm, your true qi will change in quantity, and your perception will be able to break through your true qi and read the other party's transmission.

Zhou Zhe's true qi contained the power of the Saint Yuan, and even if Qing Ya was a great realm higher than him, she would not be able to read his transmission.

An Xiaole was completely honest this time, and he was ready to meditate like Zhou Zhe, and he didn't dare to provoke Qingya, the female devil.

Qingya didn't want to let him go, and just when An Xiaole was about to enter a meditative state, she picked up a small pebble and smashed it on his head:

"Little fat man, go pick some wild fruits!"

An Xiaole opened his little eyes, looked at Qing Ya's cold eyes, and then looked at Zhou Zhe, who had entered a meditative state.

muttered in his heart, "Where am I small", so I had to get up and pick wild fruits.

There are a lot of wild fruits on Yundang Mountain, and they are also covered with a layer of white clouds, the size of a child's fist, An Xiaole took a bite and immediately turned into juice in his mouth.

"Little fat man, go pick some flowers, and ask for purple ones. Qingya ate two wild fruits, and when she saw that An Xiaole was about to enter a meditative state again, she smashed a small pebble again.

An Xiaole dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, so he had to pick flowers, silently thinking in his heart, all this is for his brother Zhou Zhe.

Qingya kept tossing An Xiaole, and even asked him to run back to Liuyun City to buy Yunzhongxian's snacks, as if to let him know what it means to be afraid of women.

An Xiaole was tossed and had no temper at all, he really hadn't let people do this since he was a child, so he could only endure it for Zhou Zhe.

The main reason is that he can't beat it, and he can eavesdrop on the secret people, and he can't muster up the courage to settle accounts with Qingya.

An Xiaole finally looked forward to the end of Zhou Zhe's cultivation, hoping that Qing Ya could give Zhou Zhe a face and stop tossing him.

An Xiaole sat under the big tree and waited anxiously, looking at Zhou Zhe inexplicably, and asked him what was going on.

An Xiaole couldn't say that he was suffering, anyway, if Qing Ya supported him again, Zhou Zhe would understand, but Qing Ya stopped saying a word, and didn't even turn her head back.

"It seems that not everyone can eat this soft rice, and it is also a cultivator, this gap is a bit big!"

An Xiaole secretly wailed, closed his little eyes, and tried his best to put himself into a meditative state, but he couldn't do it.

"Xiaole, let's continue to cultivate. Zhou Zhe saw that An Xiaole couldn't meditate, so he simply asked him to practice with him.

An Xiaole suddenly came to his senses, and being able to beat this guy who eats soft rice to get angry will definitely make him feel a lot better.

"Are you angry with me?!" Zhou Zhe asked him a little angrily when An Xiaole took a breath.

An Xiaole didn't know where the strength came from, so he beat Zhou Zhe on his chest and back, and shouted "ah" and "ah" in his mouth.

"The little fat man thinks you are me!" Qingya looked at An Xiaole with a playful smile on the corner of her eyes and mouth.

"I'm cultivating! Our brothers must become strong as soon as possible!" An Xiaole didn't dare to look at Qing Ya, and yelled at Zhou Zhe.

"Then go on and use all your strength!" Zhou Zhe also roared, his horse was more stable, and he waited for An Xiaole's storm with his chest held high.

The two practiced until it was completely dark, and An Xiaole finally lay on the ground so tired that he couldn't get up.

There is not much spiritual energy left in Zhou Zhe's body, and if he runs the Saint Yuan Technique for a few more weeks, he will be able to enter the Saint Yuan Space.

The night of Yundang Mountain is not dark, and the light of the stars and moon renders the wisps of clouds and mist into a dark silver, which is even more hazy and mysterious.