Three days later, a group of monks came one after another to the place where Qiao Yuan and the black-haired old man fought, and at a cursory glance, there were more than a hundred or so monks, ranging from the early stage of foundation building to the Great Perfection of Jindan.

Looking at their clothes, they are obviously the children of various immortal families, and of course, there are also some single cultivators.

The first group of monks to arrive were immediately stunned when they saw the devastated land within a radius of hundreds of miles, and they really couldn't imagine how fierce the battle was at that time.

"This ...... This is caused by the Jindan Monk's fighting method?"

One of the early Jindan monks came back to his senses, remembered the words of the little girl of the Jiang family, and quickly shook his head, and said in disbelief.

As soon as these words came out, the rest of the monks also came back to their senses, showed a look of disbelief, and looked at the group not far away.

There were not many people in that group, only five people, but among them were two Jindan Dzogchen monks, and one Jindan mid-stage monk, and the other two were two female cultivators of the foundation building stage who were in their prime age.

The two nuns, one wearing a light blue fringed dress, decorated her slender figure perfectly.

Although her appearance is not stunningly beautiful, her temperament is as quiet as water, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, showing a little playfulness that is different from ordinary people, and she is a woman who feels extremely comfortable at a glance.

The other woman, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, had a slight immaturity on her innocent and lovely face, and her big watery eyes were shining, and she looked extremely agile and energetic.

These two daughters are Jiang Rujing and Jiang Rumeng, who were rescued by Qiao Yuan.

"Jing'er, are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?"

When everyone turned their eyes in disbelief, a middle-aged man standing beside Jiang Rujing turned his head to look at her and asked in a soft tone.

Jiang Rujing pursed her lips, revealing the posture of a little daughter, pulling the sleeves of the middle-aged man, and said coquettishly.

"Dad, although my daughter has never seen Qiao Gongzi before, she has heard of his deeds, and my daughter came here on the Biyun Spring Boat, and we talked a lot about it along the way, and he admitted it himself, how can he admit it?"

"Biyun Chunfang, what kind of cultivation is that person?"

The middle-aged man was quite handsome, but his eyebrows exuded the majesty of a superior person, but when his eyes fell on Jiang Rujing, the majesty turned into pampering and guilt.

Jiang Rujing's eyes were slightly condensed, and she said with an extremely serious expression.

"The spiritual power fluctuations around Qiao Gongzi's body are indeed in the late stage of Jindan, but when his daughter looks at his eyes, she always has a feeling of facing the sea, which is unfathomable. ”

"Third brother, this is a message from the Liang family, and that person should be Qiao Yuan, the guest elder of the Liang family. ”

As soon as Jiang Rujing's words fell, a young man in yellow standing beside the middle-aged man turned over his hand and took out a jade slip and said softly.

As he spoke, he handed over the jade jian, but before the middle-aged man reached out to take it, Jiang Rujing's beautiful eyes flashed, and he snatched it with a smile.

The young man in yellow shook his head and smiled, and he didn't mind, but the middle-aged man curled the corners of his mouth, and separated a wisp of divine sense into the jade slip.

"Dad, the portrait on the jade slip is exactly the same as that of Qiao Gongzi. ”

"Well, do you know who his opponent is?"

The middle-aged man was convinced of Jiang Rujing's words, nodded, and continued to ask.

When Jiang Rujing heard this question, her expression suddenly became solemn, and her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

"I don't know, but at that time, we felt the coercion from a distance, but it was extremely terrifying, much stronger than the coercion that my father exuded. ”

"Alas, looking at the traces left by this battle, his opponent should be a Yuan Infant Monk, who can fight with the Yuan Infant Monk to this extent with the late cultivation of Jindan, then Qiao Yuan is indeed extraordinary, but it's a pity ......"

The middle-aged man sighed, his eyes showed regret, although the words were not finished, but the meaning was known to everyone.

When Jiang Rujing heard this, although she had expected it, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she was quite sad in her heart, after all, Qiao Yuan had saved her life.

The middle-aged man had already known about Qiao Yuan's rescue of Jiang Rujing, and he had also heard about Jiang Rujing's agreement with Qiao Yuan, so he hurried here to help.

As for the others, they heard that the evil cultivator who kidnapped the woman was the one who was rewarded by the Shengyuan Auction House, so they rushed over with Jiang Rujing and the others.

"Third brother, look a hundred miles ahead. ”

At this moment, a woman in white, who had been standing beside Jiang Rumeng and was silent, said with a solemn expression.

The woman in white looks like she is only in her twenties, her face is beautiful, her facial features are extremely exquisite, her hair is combed into a fairy bun, and three thousand green silks hang down her waist and hips, showing her concave and convex graceful posture.

As soon as she spoke, there were many eyes around her, and many of those eyes were full of admiration.

The middle-aged man looked into the distance, directly dispersed his powerful divine sense, and extended towards the front.

Hundreds of miles away, a black mist was swirling, and there were many grimaces wandering and wailing in the black fog.

Those grimaces are no longer the hideous appearance they used to be, but they are confused, like unconscious lonely ghosts, floating wantonly.

"There are so many ghosts. ”

The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and he muttered in a low voice.

After speaking, he took Jiang Rujing and galloped forward, while the woman in white took Jiang Rumeng and the young man in yellow followed closely behind.

At the same time, the others also spotted the ghost in front of them and set off one after another, rushing to it.

Those ghosts are the part of the green bud clone trapped in the Covering Bowl, and among them is a ghost of the Yuan Infant Stage and a ghost of the Jindan Stage.

Because the black-haired old man was captured by the green bud clone, those ghosts became ownerless wild ghosts.

Coupled with the fact that the black-haired old man had long since erased their minds, the ghosts just instinctively wandered in place, not far away.

It was less than ten miles away from the black qi that everyone saw that there was a ghost with an extremely condensed body and a ghost with a translucent body.

"It's actually a ghost in the Yuan Infant Stage, and there is also a ghost in the Jindan Period. ”

Everyone was shocked, and they all stopped, and some monks even subconsciously exclaimed.

This kind of ghost has a great effect on some monks who cultivate the ghost way, but the ghost path is a crooked and evil way after all, and there are few people in the immortal cultivation family who cultivate this way, and more are some scattered cultivators and evil cultivators.

"It seems that the Yuan Infant Monk who fought with Qiao Yuan should be a person who is proficient in the ghost path. ”

The young man in yellow instantly figured out something and said bluntly.

The woman in white raised her phoenix eyes slightly, a hint of different color flashed in her eyes, and she turned her head to look at the young man in yellow and asked softly.

"Thirteenth brother, you said that the Yuan Infant Monk was proficient in the ghost path, but why did you let these ghosts stay here when the battle was over?"

"Aunt Seven, Jing'er knows why. ”

Jiang Rujing heard the words of the woman in white, and her eyes, which had been dim, suddenly flashed with a bright light, and she spoke first.

Her voice was so quiet and melodious that it was so loud that almost all the monks around her could hear it.

At this moment, not only the woman in white and the young man in yellow fell on him, but nearly 100 people around him turned their eyes over.

Being stared at by so many people, Jiang Rujing was a little uncomfortable, but she could feel the middle-aged man's big hand falling on the green silk, and her heart instantly calmed down.

"There are two possibilities, one is that the Yuan Infant Monk was seriously injured and fled, and it was too late to collect these ghosts, and the other is that the Yuan Infant Monk has already fallen. ”

"Nonsense, how is this possible?"

As soon as Jiang Rujing's words fell, a monk in the early stage of the Jindan period couldn't help but open his mouth to refute.

But as soon as his words fell, he heard a cold snort, and an extremely cold gaze fell on him.

The Jindan early stage monk stepped back three steps, a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and anger appeared on his face, but he didn't dare to say more.

"Everyone present is well-informed people, and it is not difficult to guess such a situation, as for whether to believe or not to believe, it is all up to your own judgment, or do not point fingers at others. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at everyone around him, spoke in a deep voice, and as he spoke, his gaze fell on the direction where the early Jindan monk was just now.

There were several people of the same clan beside the early Jindan monk, and one of the Jindan Great Perfection monks smiled with a smile on his face, stepped forward, and arched his hand towards the middle-aged man to apologize.

Seeing this scene, no one dared to point fingers at will, but secretly thought about it.

But thinking about it, it seems that there are only two possibilities that Jiang Rujing said, otherwise how could a Yuan Infant Cultivator who is proficient in the ghost path give up such a large group of ghosts.

You must know that among those ghosts, there is a ghost of the Yuan Infant Stage and a ghost of the Jindan Period.

If this falls into the hands of a monk who is proficient in the ghost path, they are two strong helpers, and they will never give up until the time of life and death is at stake.

However, it was too unbelievable for them to believe that a late Jindan monk could seriously injure or kill a Yuan Infant monk.

Not to mention the late stage of Jindan, even if it is a Jindan Great Perfection, or even a monk who has stepped into the Yuan Infant Stage in half a step, compared with a real Yuan Infant Stage monk, it is also a world of difference.

Not because of anything else, just because the Yuan Infant Stage Monk was able to perform the teleportation technique, just this point, the Jindan Stage Monk was vulnerable and vulnerable in the hands of the Yuan Infant Stage Monk.

After all, once the Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator casts the teleportation technique, unless his divine sense is strong enough, he doesn't know that he will appear there.

In this way, in the face of elusive opponents and sudden attacks, it will be difficult to prevent and parry.

After thinking about it, everyone didn't make a positive judgment, only Jiang Rujing's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he firmly believed that Qiao Yuan would definitely defeat that Yuan Infant Cultivator.

And as they pondered, a lonely figure appeared in the desert thousands of miles away.

The man was dressed in black, with a hat on his head, which concealed most of his appearance, but he could still faintly see the sparse stubble on his chin and a deep knife mark on the side of his face.

He was a little emaciated, walking in the monotonous desert, casting a lonely and bleak shadow against the scorching sun.

I don't know how long he walked, the man seemed to have sensed something, his right hand fell on the shoulder knife on his waist, and the figure flickered, and flew forward quickly.