A moment later, several middle-aged Dao cultivators in red robes came to the forest, and several of them locked on to Ye Qinghuan as soon as possible.

Ye Qinghuan sensed it, the cultivation of these people was all in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and the clothes they wore had the marks of the Chu family.

The first one, with a scar on his face, almost split his head in two, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

In his hand, he held a portrait, and the person on the portrait was not himself.

Ye Qinghuan touched the tip of his nose, fortunately he got the Thousand Faces Illusion, otherwise the other party would be able to recognize him with this kind of encounter.

Standing in place, Ye Qinghuan didn't move, and was even a little nervous, after all, it was the first time to perform the Thousand Faces Illusion, and he was a little lacking in confidence.

"Can you see a teenager passing by, old man?" asked one of Scarface.

At the same time, they also looked around, and the mess here indicated that someone had just fought each other, but there was no one to be seen.

And there is no smell of cultivators leaving in the forest.

"The old man passed through this place, and fell asleep from exhaustion, only to wake up from his dream, but he did not know who passed by it. ”

Hearing the other party's words, Ye Qinghuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that he couldn't help it, so he pretended to be sleepy-eyed, and stood up and stretched his waist.

Scarface stared at Ye Qinghuan for a moment, and from Ye Qinghuan's body, the aura he felt was very weak.

This is also a mortal old man, so he turned around and left.

After Ye Qinghuan watched the group of people leave, a smile appeared on the old man's face, "It seems that with a thousand faces illusion, I can go to Yin Yang Wuji Mountain without hindrance." ”

So, this old figure rushed directly to Yin Yang Wuji Mountain along the official road.

Along the way, Ye Qinghuan encountered many search teams from the Dajing Dynasty and the Chu family, but none of those people recognized him.

The Dajing Dynasty, a prosperous mansion in the imperial capital.

Zheng Chaoyang's face was gloomy, and he shouted: "A group of waste, it's been five or six days, and I haven't even found a figure!"

The people below trembled and did not dare to speak.

Next to Zheng Chaoyang, an old man with crescent moon eyes stroked his beard and thought for a long time before he couldn't help but speak, "Fifth Highness, could it be that kid didn't come to the Dajing Dynasty at all, but went somewhere else?"

After all, within the scope of the Dajing Dynasty, finding a small character who is not even in the Jindan realm is as simple as finding a bag.

But in the past few days, the army of the Dajing Dynasty has almost turned over the entire imperial land, but this person has not yet been found.

"Impossible, according to the intelligence, he will definitely go to Yin Yang Wuji Mountain. Zheng Chaoyang hurriedly denied.

And just as these words fell, he seemed to have caught something, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, and after the whole person trembled, his eyes showed ecstasy.

"Yes, how did I forget, since he will go to Yin Yang Wuji Mountain, why don't I go there and wait for the rabbit?"

"Prepare the horse, send me to Yin Yang Wuji Mountain!"

At the same time, the Chu family.

Chu Qingyun also made such a decision.

Yin and Yang Wuji Mountain, located in the border area of the Dajing Dynasty.

This mountain range covers an area of hundreds of miles, and during the day there are hundreds of degrees of heat, and at night, the temperature drops to the point where it can freeze the soul of a cultivator.

It is also because of this huge gap in the transformation of yin and yang, so it is named Yin and Yang Wuji Mountain.

After a week of traveling, Ye Qinghuan finally came to the periphery of Yinyang Wuji Mountain, which was noon at this time, in the middle of the sun.

The scorching heat also made Deye Qinghuan sweat profusely, but the closer he got to the Yin-Yang Wuji Mountain, the more active the pure yang source in his body became.

Even here, he was able to absorb the scorching source qi from the air, and it quickly turned into a pure yang source.

"According to the notes, this Yin and Yang Wuji Mountain, only when Yin and Yang converge, is the best time to cultivate. Ye Qinghuan stopped.

Because the extreme changes of yin and yang, whether it is yin and yang and yang and yin and yin, are not something that cultivators below the god can bear.

But this is not difficult for the Xuanyang Holy Body, on the contrary, this is the paradise of the Xuanyang Holy Body.

However, Ye Qinghuan is very careful, he has now changed into a middle-aged man, he is not a Xuanyang Holy Body, he has to grasp the time to enter.

On both sides of the road, one or two cultivators would occasionally be seen, and these people would also come here, intending to enter and cultivate at the time when yin and yang meet.

Ye Qinghuan came to the outside of Yin Yang Wuji Mountain, where the temperature had reached seventy or eighty degrees, which only the Dao cultivator of Yuanying could bear.

He glanced up at the sun, and the time when the yin and yang met was in the evening when the sun set and the moon rose, and it was only two hours before and after.

So he's going to have to wait here.

Just as Ye Qinghuan had just sat down, he saw a group of red-robed cultivators and a group of gold-robed cultivators walking towards this side on the road that came here.

The leader, Ye Qinghuan had some impressions, but he couldn't remember their identity.

However, the interrogation of those people along the way made Ye Qinghuan vigilant, as the so-called face can be changed, but the identity information cannot be changed.

If these people can't find out his origin later, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble.

Thinking of this, Ye Qinghuan hesitated slightly, and his face began to distort, and after a while, it turned into a young man's face.

If Huo Huan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize it, wasn't this his disciple Chen Yang?

Chen Yang is dead, and his body has been burned to ashes, and this matter is currently only known to him, and Ye Qinghuan has become like this, and he is also considerate.

After he changed, even his breath simulated the appearance of the early stage of Cheng Yuan Infant.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Chen Yang?"

The golden-robed young man who came over to be interrogated was stunned after seeing Ye Qinghuan, and he asked, "When did Senior Brother Chen Yang come to our Dajing Dynasty?"

"When am I coming, do I need to explain to you?" Ye Qinghuan opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Chaoyang in a cold tone.

Zheng Chaoyang was embarrassed by this question, but he didn't dare to attack, although he was the prince of the Great Jing Dynasty, he was nothing in the Liuyun Immortal Sect.

And Chen Yang is Huo Huan's disciple, and his status in the sect is much higher than him.

"Senior Brother Chen Yang also came here to cultivate?" Zheng Chaoyang couldn't help but ask.

Ye Qinghuan glanced at him indifferently, because he was worried that saying too much would reveal his stuffing, so he simply closed his eyes and recuperated and didn't say anything more.

Chu Qingyun found out about the situation here, walked over and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, what kind of wind blew you here, if you need anything, just mention it to the junior brother." ”

Ye Qinghuan did not respond directly.

Chu Qingyun put a cold face on his ass and frowned slightly, but when he thought of business, he didn't dwell on it, but said, "Brother Zheng, let's continue." ”

Zheng Chaoyang nodded, and then crossed over to Ye Qinghuan to check the identities of the others.

Seeing them go away, Ye Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.