The next day, Hu Xiaoling gathered all the disciples in the Fox Immortal Cave.

When Wu Lu and the others came to the Fox Fairy Cave, they saw Yan Long'er, Suo Long, Zhu Lanqige, and Zhang Zhining kneeling at the entrance of the cave and receiving punishment.

When she saw Wu Lu coming back, Wan Yan Long'er glared at him hatefully, and the other three also glared at Wu Lu angrily. These four people were not surprised by Wu Lu's safe return, obviously they had already learned about it from Hu Xiaoling.

Wu Lu walked up to them expressionlessly, and made a grimace at Yan Long'er coldly, how arrogant his arrogance was, he almost blew up Yan Long'er's lungs.

Wu Lu is still a teenager, and the joy of immortality is still full in his heart, and the culprit of Yan Long'er naturally makes her angry.

When Wu Lu and the others entered the Fox Immortal Cave, they saw Hu Xiaoling with his hands behind his back to everyone, and at this time, except for the four people kneeling outside the cave, the seven personal disciples all gathered together in the cave.

Today's situation is a little different, except for Wu Lu and the four people, the other three are a little surprised. Especially Shibata Mori, who kept looking in the direction of Wanyan Long'er, didn't know what he was thinking. Wu Lu, who noticed Shibata Sen's actions, knew that this Shibata Sen was still agitating Yan Long'er to change the court the night before, and now there must be some cup bow snake shadows, and when he saw Yan Long'er being punished, he still thought it was related to his proposal.

Shibata Mori noticed Wu Lu's gaze, looked back with some surprise, and Wu Lu reciprocated a meaningful smile, and then stopped paying attention to him.

"It seems that the teacher is wrong. Hu Xiaoling suddenly spoke: "As a teacher, I have always thought that we immortal cultivators should have no distractions, and ask immortals wholeheartedly, we should not be bound by vulgar rules, so I never ask for any rules for you, so let you cultivate freely." But yesterday's private vendetta resumed, it's time to tell you about the new rules of the sect. ”

"If there is another personal fight between the same sect, whether it is right or wrong, both parties will be confined for a month, and if there is a private fight and they die, the participants will be abolished and expelled from the sect!"

Hu Xiaoling's words made the faces of all the disciples change, especially Wanyan Long'er and the others who were kneeling outside the cave. originally planned to be escaped by Wu Lu this time, but it was a big deal to find a chance to kill him next time, but looking at Hu Xiaoling's appearance, he didn't plan to give them another chance to retaliate.

"If there is a grudge between disciples, they can be repaid for being a teacher, and the teacher is in charge, have you heard it?"

"I hear..."

Wu Lu knew very well that Hu Xiaoling was obviously favoring herself, but why she was biased towards herself, but she couldn't figure it out for the time being, so she could only figure it out later. What Wu Lu needs to do most now is to cultivate that hidden qi technique as soon as possible, and then pay close attention to cultivating the basic exercises of the fire attribute.

Hu Xiaoling finished talking about the new rules of the sect and let everyone leave, while Wan Yan Long'er and others were punished for kneeling for five hours.

Since then, Wan Yan Long'er has never troubled Wu Lu again, and it is obvious that Hu Xiaoling's warning is still useful.

After half a month of peace and quiet, Pei Lingyun finally came back, and also brought back the materials needed to refine the magic weapon. After obtaining the materials, Pei Lingyun immediately found a secluded place and started refining the weapon alone with the innate true fire. And the innate true fire is only possessed by the monks of the foundation building period, and Hu Xiaoling and other Qi cultivation period monks naturally can't help much, so all the disciples are still cultivating on their own. It's just that when I cultivated, I had a little hope for magic weapons.

The words were divided into two ends, while Pei Lingyun and the others were quietly cultivating in Changbai Mountain, Wan Fayi and the others were looking for the legendary Langya old land in the dense primeval forest.

Sakurai Chiba was wearing a strong suit, a little sassy, and she carried a barbarian old man wearing a feather crown and a strange talisman with a cold face and walked towards Wan Fayi.

"Archmage Gavi, this person is the priest of the nearby barbarian tribe. He should know something about the old land of Langya. “

Wan Fayi glanced at the barbarian old man who was brought in, smiled softly, and stretched out his hand to catch him. The old man of the barbarian closed his eyes tightly and muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

As soon as Wan Fa took out a piece of jade slip and held down the barbarian old man, he copied the language of their tribe from his mind.

It didn't take long for Wan Fayi to begin to ask questions in the language of the barbarian old man's clan.

This barbarian old man was a barbarian priest nearby, and he was suddenly caught by these people who had never seen it before, thinking it was a curse from God, and was muttering and praying for God's forgiveness. Hearing Wan Fayi's question, he suddenly involved a term that had never been mentioned to anyone, and he couldn't help but stop and began to look at Wan Fayi.

Wan Fayi stretched out his right hand and waved towards the surrounding dense jungle, a blood-red bamboo fan flew out quickly, flying in the direction of the jungle, and the towering ancient trees all collapsed with a bang, splashing countless branches and leaves with dust.

With one move, the old man's eyes widened, and after a strange scream, he bowed his head to Wanfa and answered all questions.

A few hours later, the old man who was a priest led Wan Fa and the others to a huge open-air grotto, and looked down at the bottomless.

Sakurai Chiba stepped forward and asked, "Archmage Jiawei, is this the old land of Langya?"

"No, but it should have a lot to do with the old land of Langya. Wait and see, I'll go down and see. As soon as Wanfa finished speaking, he flew down towards the open-air grotto, while the old man reverently prostrated on the ground and continued to mutter in the tribal language.

The old man's chatter soon attracted a number of tribal hunters, who were clustered around a tall, white-skinned man. The man had curly hair, blue eyes, and a hooked nose, and was wearing a bronze helmet and iron armor, an iron sword at his waist, and a musket on his shoulder. Sakurai Chiba and other Japanese people have seen the Franco-Rang people, after all, the Japanese-Chinese people also have a lot of trade with the Franco-machine, and most of the artillery and birds used by the Japanese invasion of Korea are purchased from the Franco-machine.

And the Franco-man was also surprised to see so many Orientals in this Mayan tribal area, he called out loudly for a while, and a team of Franco-horses pulling goods was nearby, and when he heard the call, seven more Franco-soldiers followed.

At this time, Francisco wiped out the Aztec Empire, conquered most of the surrounding Mayan tribes, and many chieftains began to believe in Catholicism.

The Franco-Rang soldiers had just collected supplies from the Mayan tribe in the upper reaches of the river as a tax, and were about to come to the old man's tribe to collect taxes, when they saw this group of strange Orientals near the tribe's crystal pool.

It turns out that these Mayan tribes called this open-air grotto the Crystal Pool, and there are thousands of crystal pools like this one scattered throughout this primeval forest.

Not to be continued.