Cheng Qian sighed slightly in his heart when he saw this, it seems that he can only give up these few spirit grasses, Cheng Qian is not afraid of this person, he doesn't want to make extraneous branches, those who can enter the secret realm are the elite monks in the door, and the battle is really not worth it, when the mana is exhausted, and there are monks from other sects, then they can only consider themselves unlucky, and it is better to retreat first while this monk of the soul gate does not find himself.

The other party is so cautious, the sneak attack will definitely not be successful, it is better to retreat.

"Come out, I see you, don't hide anymore. Only a dozen steps away from Cold Tobacco, the man in black suddenly stopped, turned around and shouted.

Cheng Qian was startled, thinking that he had exposed his feet and was seen by him. Then his face sank, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sneer, because the man in black shouted loudly enough, but his eyes still kept rolling, and he didn't look at Cheng Qian's hiding place at all, but just used a lie.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt angry and funny, and looked at the man in black tightly and screamed for a while, and went to pick the cold tobacco with real confidence.

This dementor of the Soul Gate made Cheng Qian think about it a little in his heart, and he was considering whether to take advantage of the other party's vigilance to sneak attack him behind his back.

Before he could make up his mind, he saw that the man in black picked three or four spiritual grasses very quickly, it seemed that this person also knew the truth of long nights and dreams, and in the blink of an eye, he swept away a few cold tobaccos on the stone.

Cheng Qian shook his head secretly, it's better not to make extraneous branches, he won't fight with many parties for a few spirit grasses, then it will really outweigh the losses.

Thinking of this mileage, his figure flashed without regret, and disappeared into the branches. When Cheng Qian slowly withdrew more than ten zhang away, he planned to rush away, lest the monk of the Soul Dementor Sect follow after collecting the medicine.

But before his body could be unfolded, a scream came from the side of a black cement pool, and the sound was the dying voice of the dementor monk.

After hearing this voice, Cheng Qian shivered smartly, hesitated slightly, gritted his teeth, and quietly spared back, what he had to do now was to figure out what was going on, so as not to suffer the same fate for himself.

When Cheng Qian returned to the vicinity of the Broken Blood Tree, beside the gray stone, there were already two more men with fierce eyes, both of whom were dressed in gray and white clothes, and they should be from the Imperial Sword Sect.

At this time, they happily rummaged through the storage bags of the disciples of the Dementor Sect, and there were several cyan flying swords with sparkling spiritual light in the mud ground beside them. And the man in black has more than a dozen big holes all over his body, and he can't die anymore.

"Senior Brother Wu, it's so easy to get your hands on, as soon as you find a fool, you make me angry and funny, and stand stupidly and shout hard. Didn't start from the front, but first hid on the broken blood tree, when he received the spirit grass luck, we sneaked up in one fell swoop, so that before it could react, a large number of flying swords flew up, this stupid guy was immediately pierced by the flying sword, and he would not have thought that he would die in this way. However, this guy is really worth a lot, so it's better for us to catch the medicine according to the prescription, and he's been lurking here, and when other idiots take the bait, these cold tobaccos will be used as bait. After dividing the things, one of the younger men kicked the corpse on the ground fiercely, and said a little greedily.

"Hmph, you kid really think, how can there be such a beautiful thing?"

"Don't think about it, this time our two brothers and sisters, can happen to be able to teleport together, it's already a lot of luck, at least the chance of saving your life, much better than others, it's just a fluke to be able to kill this idiot, I really think how capable I am, I want to play this stupid trick of waiting for the rabbit? ”

The older disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect was obviously much stronger and more cunning than the younger one, and while teaching the other party a lesson, he looked at the surrounding trees vigilantly.

Seeing this, Cheng Qian became more and more cautious, slightly lowered his figure, hid his body to the extreme, and completely put away his breath, not daring to reveal anything.

As for the stupid idea of one against two, Cheng Qian has never thought about it, let alone doing it stupidly, unless it is a last resort. ,

One of these two people is the same as Cheng Qian at the twelfth layer of the Qi training period, and the other is the peak of the twelfth layer of the Qi training period, if they join forces, even if he has many treasures, he will not have much chance of winning, Cheng Qian recognizes that he does not have the great magic power of one enemy and one hundred.

Therefore, Cheng Qian could only watch as the two of them collected the remaining cold tobacco from the stone, and burned the corpse of the Dementor Sect monk to the ground. In the end, the two of them collected the many flying swords and disappeared into the woods on the opposite side.

After the two of them left a cup of tea, Cheng Qian's body moved, shook the leaves on his body, straightened up, and looked in the direction where the two left.

It seems that like myself, there are many people who want to fish in troubled waters.

Since the people who dare to participate in the secret realm of Ziyun Mountain, how many people don't want to bring some heaven and earth spiritual objects inside? A fight is definitely inevitable, after all, every time the mature elixir is limited, it is not enough for a major sect to divide it.

Cheng Qian stood on the branch with a gloomy face, thinking a little bitterly.

I saw with my own eyes that the monk of the Dementor Sect was more cautious than himself, and disappeared from the world without a trace. And the same scene, I didn't know that it was being staged in the corner of the secret realm of Ziyun Mountain, which made Cheng Qian full of confidence to come to the secret realm this time, and he was shaken a lot.

I don't know if this trip to Ziyun Mountain is right or wrong? As long as I set off directly to Xuanqing Sect, I don't need to take this risk at all.

Cheng Qian seemed a little discouraged when he thought of this, and faintly had a hint of retreat.

After all, it's easy to say, but when the shadow of death really looms over my heart, I am still a little upset.

After thinking about it, Cheng Qian resolutely cheered up his spirit, intelligence prevailed, since he wanted to be stronger, he had to train himself, and then Cheng Qian stayed here for a few hours, and then left this place, looking at the direction of his journey, it was still the direction of the inner part of the secret territory, but the direction was a little off.

Cheng Qian resolutely chose to make a detour, and did not follow behind the two people, and went in a roundabout way, although the route taken by the two was the closest, but for the sake of safety, Cheng Qian chose a detour.

Cheng Qian wasn't afraid of them, he just didn't want to make a difference, he didn't want to play another play, and the mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches were behind.

Cheng Qian didn't know that he made a detour and really escaped a catastrophe, the two of the Imperial Sword Sect, since they left the Blackwater Swamp together, immediately laid down a sword formation on a certain section of the road, and put another layer of prohibition on the sword array, which can be said to be impassable, and even a mosquito can't fly over.

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