After Ding Xing returned, he sneaked all the way and quietly approached the carriage.

During this period, I heard the shouts of those Xianzhuang disciples, and thought to myself that the 'Uncle Yi' in their mouths must be the Yi family of Baozhi Pharmacy.

When Ding Xing and Hu Yanluo met the four of them unexpectedly in Juanchen Mountain, they once knew a disciple of Shangzong, Yi Jicai, who was born in this medicine village.

Ding Xing was invited by the four of them to go to the Moon Paper Country to collect springs, but he was trapped for several years, and this time he met the disciples of Baozhi Medicine Village, Ding Xing just wanted to ask, the four people did not return to the Zhanqing Lingquan for a long time, whether there was an accident, or they had long forgotten him in the Moon Paper Country.

He looked around the battlefield and saw that there were many disciples in Xianzhuang, there were as many as 12 people, and they had already surrounded the three demon cultivators, but they couldn't destroy the enemy for a long time.

The methods of these demon cultivators are quite clever, and all of them can use the magic cloud supernatural powers, and hide their physical bodies firmly in the black clouds, so that the disciples of Xianzhuang cannot identify the true body, and they can only besiege it for the time being.

Ding Xing saw that one of the black clouds was getting closer and closer, and thought that this person was also unlucky, the valley road was dozens of zhang wide, and he wanted to flee to the carriage, which directly hit Ding Xing's nose.

Ding Xing saw through the clouds and mist that a young man in brocade clothes was hiding in the clouds, with his back to him, and all the vigilance was focused on the Xianzhuang disciple in front of him, so that the empty door in his back was wide open, Ding Xing suddenly raised his arm and slapped it, slapping a Xuanshuang palm, straight into the clouds, and hit the demon cultivator's heart.

Hearing a muffled snort, the black cloud instantly collapsed, revealing the figure of a young man, fluttering, and falling to the ground.

The young man was subdued by a move, which caused the two nearby partners to be extremely frightened, the red-haired man swung the magic hammer in his hand, slammed the ground, smashed a crack in the ice, and jumped in, looking like this, as if he was about to use it to escape, who knew that his body was just halfway into the ground, and suddenly felt a frost force envelop him.

With a slight tug in the air, the red-haired man was pulled into the air, and the nearby Xianzhuang disciples were quick and rushed up to capture him.

These disciples hadn't seen Ding Xing's true body yet, but they knew that they had strong reinforcements coming, and their morale was greatly boosted, and after they subdued the red-haired man, they shouted one after another: "It's not good, there is another person who escaped by using his escape technique!"

Ding Xing turned his head to look, and saw that the last demon cultivator vomited essence blood, coagulated blood into a talisman, and teleported away with the method of blood escape, but Ding Xing did not move, did not chase after him, just raised his arm lightly and threw the moon paper door out.

After this teleportation, the demon cultivator re-revealed his true body more than ten miles away, he was already fifty or sixty years old, and he was also very experienced in fighting methods, so he didn't look back at all, and he didn't hesitate for a moment, he immediately overdrew his essence and blood, and continued to perform the retreat technique.

The two companions who were able to capture him between two moves, he was sure that it was the Xuanfetus monk who did it, and he was not interested in seeing the appearance of this monk, so he escaped first.

Who knew that before he finished casting the spell, a light gate suddenly flashed on his side, sliding through the air, and he was absorbed into the door, and he suddenly felt that his physical body was uncontrollable.

In the blink of an eye, he found that he had been disoriented, and when he looked up, he saw that he had returned to the battlefield in the valley.

In front of him, a carriage made of white paper was parked, and outside the carriage was a white-haired monk dressed as a scholar, only one step away from him.

"It's ......," he said, dazed.

The white-haired monk slapped him in the face, interrupting his frightened words.

At this time, the three demon cultivators were all waiting to be killed.

The twelve Xianzhuang disciples saw Ding Xing appear, and they all clasped their fists and saluted: "Thank you for the kindness of your seniors, dare to ask which sect of monks your seniors are?"

There was a petite female cultivator in the crowd, who looked at Ding Xing's face for a while, couldn't help but widen her eyes, and secretly said to the black-clothed young man beside her: "This senior is like a little drunk in our winery Huofeng Orange Garden!"

"Little drunk?" The young man in black was incredulous: "Is that the little Ding who rescued you and your father-in-law in Rolling Dust Mountain back then?"

"Xiao Ding is Xiao Ding, seniors are seniors!" The female cultivator was also confused, she really didn't dare to connect Xiao Ding with the Xuanfetus Monk: "Back then, when Xiao Ding left the winery, his cultivation was only the second or third layer of Qi cultivation, and it had only been less than ten years, how could he build a Xuanti?"

"This may not be!Ah Xiang, didn't you say that the spirit cellar on your village was stolen ten years ago, and even the twelve jars of golden dew liquid in the cellar were stolen!" The young man in black self-righteously analyzed: "In the past ten years, the spirit cellar and the golden dew liquid have completely disappeared in the Dust Mountain, and no one can find any clues about them, maybe it will fall into the hands of this Xiaoding senior!"

"It's possible, it's possible!" The nun nodded, her face suddenly overjoyed: "Husband, why don't I ask this senior?" If he is really Xiao Ding, then we will have a good life in the future, Xiao Ding and my father and mother are good friends, he has become a Xuanfetus monk, and he will definitely take care of us!"

can make friends with a predecessor in the Xuanfei period, and then he will have a backer in Binghua Mountain.

Jinlu Winery has been dilapidated, hundreds of villagers live like mourning dogs, begging for life under the fence in the Xianzhuang everywhere, everyone does not say it, but their hearts are looking forward to it, the villagers can advance a Xuanti senior, re-erect the banner of the winery, as long as they raise their arms and shout, everyone will definitely rush to take refuge.

This female cultivator is not an outsider, it is Shen Chuanxiang, a disciple of the winery, when her parents Shen Laohan and Granny Meng went south to the Dust Mountain, and had a few months of companionship with Ding Xing.

Later, Shen Chuanxiang was surrounded by a group of corpses and insects in the mountains and was in distress, but fortunately she was rescued by Ding Xing, but she and Ding Xing only lived together in a village, but they had never had an in-depth relationship, so when they saw Ding Xing's face, they only looked familiar, and Ding Xing had a white hair, which made her even more afraid of Ding Xing's identity.

If her father, Shen Laohan, was here, he would definitely recognize Ding at a glance.

The black-clothed young man is named Xue Chongren, his background is similar to Ding Xing, he has an uncle who joined the Baozhi Medicine Village, and later led him to the village, he is the same age as Shen Chuanxiang, a few years ago when he was wandering in Binghua Mountain, he had a feeling, and soon became a couple.

This time, the couple was ordered to go to the magic ferry to run an errand, and met a group of demon cultivators who infiltrated and participated in sniping together, but they never imagined that they would meet Ding Xing here.

In fact, when Ding Xing returned, he had already recognized Shen Chuanxiang, but although the three demon cultivators were captured, they were just little minions, and the war was not over, so Ding Xing had no time to catch up.

He fixed the moon paper gate at his side, and then turned his gaze to the direction of the magic ferry.

He has the cultivation of the Xuanxian period, and he can see farther than these Xianzhuang disciples present, the battlefield is not only here, there is another fight near the ferry, and the momentum looks even stronger.

Seeing that he had been paying attention to the ferry, the Xianzhuang disciples didn't dare to speak anymore, and they all stood in place to accompany each other.

After a while, the sound of the ferry's fighting method spread closer and closer, and it gradually spread here.

"Uncle Yi, they're here, that devil is still resisting!" The disciples of Xianzhuang couldn't help but shout loudly when they saw the sword light flying in, shouting and moving their steps, all of them stood behind Ding Xing, Uncle Yi They are all Xuanfetus monks, but they don't want to be affected by the fighting method.