"Two uncles, do you have anything to advise?"

In the formation.

Wang Yuan bowed with a worried look.

Uncle Zhang frowned, carefully examining Wang Yuan, while Uncle Zheng squinted slightly, as if smiling.

"It's okay, I thought something happened to you. But now it seems that you are lucky to enter the depths of the vein to cultivate. Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

Wang Yuan exhaled lightly and nodded:

"When the disciple came back, I heard other people talk about it, it seems that recently, many disciples have been killed and injured in the mineral vein, and they are the poisonous hands of the disciples of the Patriotic Demon Sect. ”

The two uncles did not answer Wang Yuan's question, as if they had not heard.

Uncle Zhang picked up Wang Yuan's identity jade pendant, pinched it in his hand, added some information to it, and then returned it to Wang Yuan:

"Take this identity jade plate and go back to the sect to receive the reward. ”

"Thank you, uncle. ”

Wang Yuan took the token and showed joy.

Uncle Zhang smiled flatly:

"Go down, and in five days, go back to the sect with me. ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

Wang Yuan replied, bowed down, and quietly retreated.

"Senior Brother Zheng thinks there is something wrong with this disciple?" After Wang Yuan left, Senior Uncle Zhang turned his head and asked softly.

Uncle Zheng shook his head slightly: "I don't know, but it doesn't look like it, if you really want to find a reason, then why use penance, not to mention hiding directly in the depths of the mine, no one really looks for it." ”

"That's it. ”

Uncle Zhang smiled: "You and I agree, so be it!"

......

Out of formation.

Wang Yuan found a place to sit and rest.

Fu Feng and Zhang Ping came to communicate, but Wang Yuan looked at Zhang Ping coldly, and was polite to Fu Feng. Zhang Ping seems to have forgotten the previous matter of Wang Jiayujian, and no longer mentions it.

So five days passed in a flash.

On this day, outside the formation, a light fell.

In that light, a huge flying sword fell, and there were more than fifty disciples on the flying sword, led by an old man wearing a cyan robe.

"Senior Brother Cui. ”

Uncle Zhang gave up his hands in the same place.

The three Ning Yuan period uncles met each other and exchanged in a low voice.

Wang Yuan and the others were far away, and they couldn't hear what the three of them said. However, Wang Yuan was always paying attention, and he could vaguely see that the expressions of Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zheng had become much more solemn.

Half a column of incense after that.

Uncle Zhang waved his hand, and a small boat appeared, rising in the wind.

"Disciples, go back to the sect. ”

Uncle Zhang's voice spread all around.

Many disciples once again entered the flying magic weapon.

Wang Yuan also followed the crowd.

The flying magic weapon quickly flew into the air, streaked through a blue light, and disappeared.

In the original ore vein, Uncle Cui exhaled lightly:

"Among the sects, there are constant waves, and this vein ...... It's a paradise, I'm hiding here, and the war has nothing to do with me. ”

......

Among the flying magic weapons.

Many disciples sat in twos and threes.

Wang Yuan is with Zhang Ping and Fu Feng.

"Senior Brother Wang, after returning to the sect, go and receive the reward as soon as possible, and then retreat and cultivate, don't come out in a hurry. Fu Feng made a decisive move in his hand, and a light blue shield covered the two of them, and then whispered.

Wang Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he asked:

"Senior Brother Fu, what news did you get?"

"Well, the disciples who came here are all quite old, and a few of them are good friends with my father, so I specifically asked. Fu Feng explained in a low voice:

"This vein mission is 10 years. ”

"Ten years?"

Wang Yuan frowned.

Garrisoned in the vein, boring and boring.

Two years is a long time, and ten years is too much.

Plus it's an eventful time and you can't leave the veins or go somewhere else in your free time. Who has insisted on it for ten years, even if it is an ascetic like Wang Yuan, he feels numb in his scalp for ten years.

"Senior Brother Wang, just a month ago, there was a big battle in the Storm Leader, and the seven Ning Yuan Period Senior Uncles made a move, three of them fell, and there were nearly 100 Qi Cultivation Stage disciples who were killed or injured. ”

"How is this possible?"

Wang Yuan's expression changed greatly.

The Patriotic Demon Dao Sect has disciples who come to the southern country from time to time, and even the monks of the southern kingdom are the same.

These fights and the like are quite common.

But the Ning Yuan period is different.

In the condensation period, the spiritual power condenses into mist, majestic and vast. Exercises, spells, medium magic weapons, under all kinds of changes, they have advanced by leaps and bounds, and their strength is completely different.

Ning Yuan period shot, the lethality is too great.

Therefore, in normal times, even if the monks of the Ning Yuan period have a fight, it is a personal grudge, and they will not go to other sects to make a move.

This is the default bottom line.

As soon as this happens, that's when the big war officially begins.

Sect scuffle!

Countless casualties!

Wang Yuan felt his scalp tingle.

In the last life, in the shopping mall, there were many swords and swords, and the shopping mall was like a battlefield, which was not a joke.

But that fight did not involve human life.

And......

At that time, Wang Yuan had become a partner, and the company had grown and grown, and he had the qualifications to sit on the chessboard and play chess.

And now in this world, Wang Yuan is just a period of qi training, and in this big war, he is cannon fodder.

In an instant, Wang Yuan had the idea of avoiding this war.

"Senior Brother Wang, don't worry, although the battle of the storm leader has suffered heavy casualties, but next, there are many disciples, and the fight between the families, you and I will be fine in a short time. ”

Senior Brother Fu spoke.

Wang Yuan nodded:

"Thank you Senior Brother Fu for reminding me, after I go back, I will retreat and cultivate. Hopefully avoid this big war first. ”

Fu Feng nodded.

This matter is not a secret, Wang Yuan will know about it after he returns to the sect, but now that he says it in advance, it can be regarded as a gesture of goodwill.

......

The return of the flying magic weapon to the sect is actually not slow.

With all his strength, in less than a day, he will be able to reach Qingyun Sect.

But half a day later.

The flying magic weapon in the high altitude suddenly stopped, and Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zheng flew out of the flying magic weapon, looking into the distance with a fixed expression.

Many disciples looked at each other.

"There may be trouble now. ”

Wang Yuan took out the Spirit Water Sword from the storage bag, thought about it, and took out a few more talisman seals.

High in the sky.

Senior Uncle Zhang stood in the void, the spiritual power of the water attribute around him was circling, exuding a rich and incomparably coercive force: "Which Daoist friend is here ahead?"

Call!

As soon as the words fell, three figures appeared from the void.

One of the leaders was quite old, short in stature, and there was a faint ghost fire in his eyes: "Tsk, I really didn't expect that you could see this formation, but that's fine." ”

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and a figure wearing black armor appeared in front of him.

The figure was slightly condensed, but at a glance it was a ghost.

The ghost thing screamed, Wang Yuan was in the extreme distance, he felt the sound of the ghost roar, his soul was agitated, he was dizzy for a moment, and his qi and blood were a little unstable, but Wang Yuan had been cultivating in the Earth Dragon Cave for a long time, and this pressure was instantly suppressed.

"In the Yellow Sand Jinyan vein, there are some minerals that we need, why don't you hand them over to the three of us?"