Although there is the shelter of the Flying Horse Tribe, there are still a large number of Mochizuki Realm monks who use the major camps near Mochizuki City as the center to infiltrate the various spirit stone veins around Xuanye City, and from time to time launch attacks on the spirit mines that have fallen into the hands of foreign monks, as well as some areas where the spiritual grass is abundant. Although there is the shelter of the Flying Horse Tribe, but there is no way to take care of it completely, around Xuanye City, many places are lofty mountains, with towering trees, and some places are densely packed, and spirit birds are not very willing to go to this kind of place.

There are also some smoky and mixed breaths, and it is difficult to find traces of the activities of the monks in the squad. It is naturally unrealistic to let these people from the Flying Horse Tribe land on the ground to search for them, once they land on the ground and lose their superiority in the air, they will be like tigers with their teeth pulled out, and they will have no deterrent effect on the monks of the Moon Realm. In the ground fighting method, the monks of the Moon Gazing Realm will have more experience.

"Why are there so many monks from the Flying Horse Tribe, more than thirty horses, my God, they usually only have one squad acting alone, unless they meet many people in our Moon Realm, they will dispatch two, or even three teams to act together, what is this for, is it to find us?"

At this time, no one noticed that under the bushes on the ground, there were several cracks of different widths and narrows, and in the cracks, there were traces of earth aura constantly emerging from the ground, and the aura of the low-level spirit grass around them concealed the aura of the monk himself. As long as the people inside don't take the initiative to expose, even ordinary foundation building monks will approach, and they won't find the strangeness inside, the immortal cultivation world is huge, and there are not a few strange terrains, and the surface crack in front of you is just one of thousands.

One of the young monks shuddered at the number of flying warriors in the sky.

"If you want to find out, you have already found it, but there have been several waves of flying horses before this. The white-eyed old man of the Qingdan Palace next to him was solemn and said carefully, "Pay attention to each of you, try not to make any abnormal movements, in case we alarm these flying horses and provoke other exotic monks, we will be dead and lifeless." ”

"No, Senior Sister, you see, these people from the Flying Horse Tribe seem to be chasing that silver-haired youth. The monk in the crack reminded him in a whisper.

"They're so fast!" There were a lot of people in the cracks, but they were all very careful not to alarm the monks above.

"No, that silver-haired young man is crazy, he actually took the initiative to rush towards the monk of the Flying Horse Tribe, what is his mount, his breath is so powerful!"

"It should be a monk in my Mochizuki Realm, I don't know which sect it is, and he can accept such a flying silver corpse, he must be very strong, but he was discovered by the monks of these flying horse tribes, and he must be in a dying struggle, and he can't be spared, it's a pity. The white-eyed old man who spoke out before couldn't help but sigh at this time.

"Senior Sister Zhu, why do I look at that silver-haired young man who looks a little like Senior Brother Lu?" a green-clothed female cultivator pulled Zhu Ling next to her.

"Senior Brother Lu, I also think it's a little similar, but I'm not completely sure. Zhu Ling originally had some suspicion in her eyes, but Lu Xiaotian in her memory looked calm and indifferent most of the time, and the only time they had to intersect was the experience of entering the Scarlet Forbidden Land.

And at this time, the silver-haired young man, although he looked equally indifferent, but it was rare to meet the sky-rushing battle intent of dozens of flying horses alone, Lu Xiaotian rarely stayed in Lingxiao Palace since he built the foundation, and the only time he was in Qingyue Peak was either in alchemy or retreat, even Su Qing, Wu Yan and Lu Xiaotian's best friends were difficult to see, not to mention her and Leng Qiaoyu, who only occasionally heard some rumors about Lu Xiaotian. Coupled with his silver hair, Zhu Ling couldn't fully recognize it for a while.

"What, the other party is your fellow disciple?" asked the white-eyed old man in a deep voice.

"Somewhat like, but not entirely sure. Zhu Ling said truthfully.

"The other party is directly exposed to the attack of dozens of flying cavalry warriors, this situation, not to mention that the strength in front of us is far from enough, even if it is enough, it is too late to go out and save people now. The white-eyed old man shook his head and said, "Regardless of whether it is someone from your Lingxiao Palace outside, or a monk from my Qingdan Palace, we can't spoil the overall situation for one person, otherwise once our whereabouts are exposed, no one will be able to leave here alive." ”

"It's just that we can't put so many of us in danger for the sake of one person. ”

A young monk next to him suddenly became Meng Yu of the Xuanbing Gate, and when he saw the white-haired young man in front of him, he coincided with the figure of Lu Xiaotian, who had ruined his good deeds in the blood-colored forbidden cave, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little resentful. After his treacherous behavior was spread at the beginning, Meng Yu's status in the Xuanbing Gate was also affected a lot, after all, the relationship between Lingxiao Palace and Xuanbing Gate was good, and if this happened, even if the people behind Meng Yu were still protecting him, he had to deal with him coldly for a few years due to pressure. Meng Yu naturally counted all this account on Lu Xiaotian. Even if the silver-haired young man in front of him only had some imagination with Lu Xiaotian, Meng Yu felt a burst of disgust in his heart for no reason.

Hearing Meng Yu's voice, Zhu Ling and Leng Qiaoyu, as well as the five monks of Lingxiao Palace, didn't have a good face for him, and they didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Meng Yu's face was a little ugly, but his luck was not very good, his monk team was attacked by foreign monks, and suffered heavy losses, and now there are only him and two other people in the team who are not lightly injured, in comparison, Zhu Ling's team is in a much better situation, and now there are still seven people, only one of them was slightly injured, and the overall combat strength is still strong. The three monk teams of Qingdan Palace, Xuanbing Gate, and Lingxiao Palace all suffered some losses of different sizes, out of coincidence and the need for self-preservation, these damaged teams temporarily came together, and hid with the help of this accidentally discovered crack to avoid the search and pursuit of foreign monks.

At this time, whether it was Lu Xiaotian or the dozens of flying horses in the air, they didn't notice that they were under the sky, and there were still some eyes staring at the battle in the air, and at this time, their attention was on the opponent, and they didn't have time to notice so much. Coupled with the concealment effect of the cracks, and the deliberate care of the monks in the cracks, it is difficult to find even with the strength of Lu Xiaotian's divine sense.

"What a strong fighting spirit. Wu Hong, who was in charge of leading the clan warriors in the sky to intercept, was secretly a little frightened, and at the same time, there was a bit of respect on his face.