"Yes, that's it."

Tong Sandao had a little more smile on his face, and seemed to be very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

He paused for a moment, and then continued to speak: "On the day of Tong, the secret place that was set out in the mouth of the Dao Tong surnamed Flying Thunder Guan Ge was the place where the Flying Thunder Dao people used the Thunder Heavenly Power to cultivate the cloud pattern fine iron. ”

"Since it is a rare spiritual material such as moire essence iron, how can the Tong Daoist be sure that it has not been taken away by the monks of the Shanyin Sect, nor has it been taken by other monks who went to Feilei Peak to investigate?" Among the monks who looked like a couple, the feminine-looking male cultivator spoke.

"Yes, even if what Tong Daoyou said is true, how can you be sure that the moire essence iron is still in that hidden place?"

Gu Chaoxian was also interested and echoed with his voice.

The short and stubby female cultivator didn't know what the moire fine iron was, until she heard that this moire fine iron could be exchanged for a medium-grade spirit stone in one or two, and her expression changed, and her breathing was slightly short, and she looked at Tong Sandao with a little shortness of breath.

Situ Sheng, who was dressed as a middle-aged man and a grim young man, and Ji Chen, didn't have any big reactions, thinking that they had already known the news of the cloud pattern fine iron.

"It seems that the reason why this guy who is called Ji Chen, who is willing to go to Flying Thunder Peak, is also because of the greed in his heart aroused by the moire fine iron." Gu Qing took everything into view.

The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit, there is never anything in the mundane world, it can be better than the simple word benefit, and the same is true of the cultivation world.

Even Gu Qing, in the past few days, he has been calculating day and night, regardless of losses, in order to use the Golden Sword Rune Treasure that can only be used once again to kill one or two monks in the late stage of Qi refining, and grab cultivation resources, so that he can cultivate in the early and middle stages of Qi refining.

"Tong can't be sure." Tong Sandao replied with an unchanged expression, "The place where the cloud pattern essence iron is nurtured is extremely secret, and the Shanyin Sect is a demon gate, and the monks in its gate will never stay in the Flying Thunder Peak for a long time, as for the other monks who go to the Flying Thunder Peak to investigate...... Tong is at least eighty percent sure that the hidden place has not been taken first! ”

"If Tong guesses wrong, you will not only take risks on this trip, but also return in vain, and Tong will also compensate you at that time." When he said this, he was already speaking earnestly.

Inside the cubicle, it was quiet again.

Gu Qing took care of himself and held the spiritual sand to cultivate, and the others all chose to close their eyes and recuperate.

Time passed slowly, and a feeling of being spied on suddenly appeared in Gu Qing's heart, and he sensed it quietly, and glanced at the right side.

"Is it the person who claims to be Gu Chaoxian? Quirky ......."

Gu Qing's heart moved.

He recalled the characteristics of this person and thought about it.

The biggest characteristic of Gu Chaoxian is that he has no characteristics, is relatively silent, and has a low sense of existence.

With the character shown by this person, he took the initiative to talk to him, which is undoubtedly a little abnormal, and he seems to be observing him just now, this person seems to have a ghost in his heart.

In the following time, in addition to holding the spiritual sand to regulate breathing, Gu Qing pretended to move his muscles and bones, and looked at Gu Chaoxian on the right side, Gu Qing deliberately ignored Gu Chaoxian's kind gaze after he found out.

When Gu Qing turned his head and closed his eyes slightly again for pranayama, Gu Chaoxian's eyes flashed coldly.

"A guy who is only a third-layer qi refining guy dares to ignore Lao Tzu like this! Stay in the range of the Flying Thunder Peak, and see how Lao Tzu plays to death your small cultivation of the third layer of qi refining! ”

Gu Chaoxian sneered in his heart.

Naturally, he didn't really call it 'Gu Chaoxian'.

In yesterday's auction, he was the thin sixth-layer Qi Refining Monk sitting in the front row on the first floor!

His real name is Feng Kun.

Feng Kun, who failed to track down Gu Qing last night and was on fire in his heart, originally came to see a good-looking little female cultivator, and was trying to deceive the Chihu area and catch it to vent, but he was found by a well-informed friend and learned the detailed information of Gu Yunzhixiu, who bought the name of 'Yujing Rice Seedling', and came to the Chihu area.

Then, Feng Kun changed into this pale young man, and 'befriended' Ji Chen last night, and blended into the team of monks gathered by Tong Sandao.

"Moire iron? I didn't think about it, and there was an unexpected joy. ”

He couldn't help but say secretly.

He originally wanted to get out of the Chihu area, so he took action to end up with this Gu Qing, and after experiencing the death of the brother and sister just now, he learned that the Yutai Water Pavilion was outside the scope of the spiritual consciousness of the Zhuji monk who supervised the Chihu assembly, and he was even more upset on the spot.

However, this thought, with the scar-faced Tong Sandao, revealed the secret of the moire essence iron, and disappeared.

On this trip, if he can kill two birds with one stone, not only take down this cultivator who calls Gu Yun, but also obtain the cloud pattern essence iron in the hidden place, it is not impossible for him to get a glimpse of the foundation in this life!

Feng Kun's heart was hot.

……

It was evening, and a tall figure arrived.

The cyan thousand-pleated curtain was opened, and this tall figure was covered with a black hat, dressed in a black coarse cloth shirt, and lowered his head slightly and entered the compartment, and all the cultivators were shocked.

This tall figure, looking at the fluctuations of spiritual power around his body, has clearly reached the fifth layer of qi refining!

"Ahem! This is a friend of Zhou Dao, who has tried to break through the middle stage of qi refining in recent years, but failed to open up the sea of knowledge, so the fluctuation of spiritual power faintly has a bit of the meaning of the fifth layer of qi refining. Tong Sandao got up and greeted him, explaining to everyone.

"I see!"

"With the help of friends from Zhou Dao, I will definitely succeed in this trip and gain a lot of money!"

The cultivators had different eyes, and they all echoed their words.

Tong Sandao and Zhou Tong whispered a few words, and Zhou Tong sat closest to the door of the compartment.

Ten people were slightly cramped in the small cubicle.

Until midnight approached, the spiritual sand in Gu Qing's hand had turned gray and white, and he had lost his aura, and with a little force, the gray spiritual sand turned into dust and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the spiritual power in his body has recovered to about seventy percent, which is still the result of taking the Pei Ling Pill in advance and consuming more than thirty taels of pure water spiritual sand.

Since then, no monk has arrived.

"Everyone, let's go."

Estimating that the time had come, Tong Sandao took the lead in getting up, and Zhou Tong's figure followed in a flash, and then the monk who looked middle-aged in Taoist clothes and Situ Sheng, Ji Chen, Gu Qing and others followed closely behind, and walked out of the Yutai Water Pavilion together.

Outside the Yutai Water Pavilion, on a large open space.

Ji Chen stretched out his hand to take off the hollow bell-shaped magic instrument on his waist, and shook it gently, and the crisp bell sound scattered.

A spiritual light shot out from the inside of the bell magic device, hollowed out, sprinkled on the clearing, and turned into an illusory goshawk appearance, once this illusory goshawk appeared, it grew in the wind, and soon turned into a lifelike giant eagle demon beast, with smart eyes and wings five or six feet.

"Beast Weapon?"

Gu Qing glanced at the bell magic device a few times.

This can place a tamed spirit beast magic weapon, at least it is a medium-grade magic weapon.

"You can sit down on the back of the eagle."

Ji Chen waved his hand, floated down, and sat on the back of the giant eagle, extremely forward, Tong Sandao immediately followed, and Zhou Tong, Gu Qing and others also got on the back of the eagle.

A chirp resounded all around, and the giant eagle spread its wings, cut through the sky, and headed straight for the north side.

The Yutai Water Pavilion below has become incomparably small.

Baili Chihu Lake has also turned into a pool of water.

Only then did Gu Qing discover that the location of the Yutai Water Pavilion was at the very edge of the Chihu Lake range, and from this place he could freely enter and exit the Chihu Lake, that is, from this place, there was no need to pay the two lower grade spirit stones that participated in the Chihu monks' assembly.

Above the night sky, dark clouds cover the top, and cold winds gust.

All kinds of means of cultivating to resist the oncoming cold wind, under the high-speed flight, this cold wind is like a knife, if there are ordinary people here, they are afraid of opening their eyes and blind, opening their mouths and cracking their dirt, and only by shrinking into a ball can they save their lives.

Gu Qing's body was also flooded with a water curtain-like aura, resisting the cold wind blowing.

It didn't take more than half an hour before it rained heavily.

Different from the continuous autumn rain a few days ago, this rain was extraordinarily heavy, the heaven and the earth seemed to have become a world of water, accompanied by the howling hurricane, the speed of the giant eagle's flight was greatly reduced, and the cultivators were also embarrassed, and Tong Sandao frowned.

Click!

Autumn thunder and lightning break through the sky.

Almost brushing the giant eagle, Ji Chen's face suddenly turned pale, and as a last resort, he controlled the giant eagle to slow down, descending to a height of about 100 zhang, away from the clouds above, but close to the mountain peaks on the ground.

The wind and rain, where Tianwei is, is the most ruthless.

The mountains below seem to be wriggling, at first glance it seems to be a monster in the mountains on a stormy night, but in fact it is a mud and stone sand flow, rolling to the small mountain village below, if there is no accident, the sun rises tomorrow, the small mountain village below, will never leave half of the people who survived.

In the wind and rain, the villagers who have become sensitive are running to tell each other, but the mud and rocks are too fast, and the blink of an eye is coming.

When the cultivators saw this, their expressions were different.

There are those who are high above, such as gods who overlook the rise and fall of the world, there are those who ridicule the corners of their mouths, who seem to be mocking the weakness of those mortals, and there are also expressionless people who are like Tong Sandao and Ji Chen, who are accustomed to the autumn moon and spring breeze, and claim to be true cultivators.

Only the short and stout nun wanted to move.

Gu Qing was faster than her.

With a bang, Gu Qing turned into a cloud of mist, falling from the sky, the dark golden flying sword in his hand danced lightly, and the sword qi had condensed into a lotus flower in an instant, and it sank into the ground with a pop, and the ground of more than ten zhang was crushed and collapsed, turning into a hideous ravine, intercepting the mud and rock quicksand, interrupting the momentum of its heading straight for the mountain village.

In the rain curtain, Gu Qing's body protection aura was restrained, and he stood with his sword in his hand in embarrassment, with an indifferent expression.

The muddy water was flowing under his feet, and the mud and rocks were diverting towards the mountain cols on both sides, Gu Qing raised his head and looked at the giant eagle waiting for him above, and the eyes of the nine people were staring at him.

"Gu Daoyou, it's a good heart."

"What if you save them this time? Mortals die and live, and eventually return to dust. ”

The Tong Sandao and the middle-aged monk in Taoist costumes, looking down at Gu Qing, who had not protected his body with spiritual power and was like a chicken in soup, spoke one after another.

"Just do it."

Gu Qing didn't care at all, and in a few sweeps, he stepped over the canopy of the wind and rain, returned to the back of the giant eagle, sat wet and cross-legged, took out a cultivation pill and took it, and then stopped caring with the cultivators, and closed his eyes to breathe.

The stocky nun hesitated for a moment, but did not speak.

Below, is the village where she was born.

And although her cultivation has been at the fourth level of Qi refining, she is biased towards physical cultivation, and she can't stop the mud and rock quicksand at all.