The gravel beach is a strange sight on the banks of the Ling River, a gravel strip dozens of feet wide meanders out of the riverbed of the Ling River and stretches diagonally into the jungle belt.

The gravel beach is covered with blue-gray hard stones, the large ones are more than half a person tall, and the small ones are as fine as chips. The bluestone is dotted from the ground down to a depth of several feet, and the reason for its formation is unknown, but this unusual spectacle makes it one of the most recognizable landmarks in the Misty Forest.

When Qianyang was walking towards the gravel beach day and night, on the bank of the Ling River, at the head of the gravel beach, a large number of monks had gathered. I saw more than twenty monks dressed in big red robes firmly enclosing a large pit with a diameter of about three feet, blocking anyone who tried to get close.

On the periphery of them, thirty or forty people had gathered, staring at the big pit behind the red-robed monks, these people were in groups of three or five, obviously the monks who had come to the misty forest to train, but for some reason they all became interested in the big pit.

The standard red robes indicate the identity of the monks, who are all from the Infinite Valley.

Wuliang Valley is a big force near the Misty Forest, and in terms of strength, it is also ranked in the eastern part of the Tianyuan Continent. Compared to the Qingling Sect, which is in full swing, it is not as good as it, but it is also fearful enough.

The Infinite Valley is concave on the southern side of the Misty Forest, or in other words, the southern entrance of the Misty Forest is within the sphere of influence of the Infinite Valley. Before Qian Yang and the others entered the Misty Forest, they also swept past the side of the Boundless Valley in a flying boat.

Since they have such a unique geographical advantage, it is much more convenient for the disciples of the Infinite Valley to enter the misty forest to experience and practice than other monks, and a considerable number of red-robed monks are scattered in all corners of the forest every day, and the other monks also pay three respects to them.

Over time, the monks of the Infinite Valley regarded the Misty Forest as their own back garden, and their behavior became more and more domineering. Most of the loose cultivators dare not speak out, but those who dare to speak do not want to have a bad relationship with this local snake because of some trivial things.

Cultivators fight for their lives with the heavens, and every day they are either in battle or on the way to prepare for battle, and they are not afraid to fight with others. But the monk really didn't want to start a war lightly. If you lose, everything will be over, and if you win, you will inevitably have boundless troubles, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the cause and effect of one ring after another, which is not only time-consuming, but also more exhausting, which is not the work of a wise man.

However, resources are limited, and competition is inevitable, and usually the monks will keep the fight within a certain limit. The two sides tried their best to compete and show their means. But if one side has already succeeded, the other side will turn around and retreat, no longer entangled. Naturally, the winning side will not hold grudges.

In order to seek eternal life, those who cultivate truth cherish life incomparably. Exactly, because there really isn't much to fight for.

However, if you really encounter something worth fighting for, everything will get out of control.

For example, today.

The red-robed monks were not as calm as they were on the surface, and a fierce-looking monk at the head squinted, not knowing what to think. The red-robed people behind him were also gloomy, and even the hands of several disciples behind their backs were trembling involuntarily.

The monks on the periphery gathered more and more, and they were already several times the disciples of the Infinite Valley, and they got closer and closer to the big pit intentionally or unintentionally, and they faintly formed a trend of surrounding the disciples of the Infinite Valley.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

The resentment of the weekdays, coupled with the temptation of the big pit, it seems that these seventy or eighty people will erupt like a volcano at any moment.

In contrast to this tense atmosphere. Not far away, thousands of grey birds frolic and rest on the gravel beach, occasionally glancing at this side, as if curious, surprised, or ...... Pity?

And behind the side of this group of gray birds, Tang Xiaoguo and the fat man were leisurely eating barbecue, while looking at the excitement with anticipation. And beside the fire where they were roasting, there was a pit three feet in diameter, and a head full of dust was poking out of the pit.

If this is the case, it has to start with a few people who were forced to flee in all directions by the wildebeest herd.

A few days ago, the ragged young monk was chased by hundreds of wildebeest and fled, but he happened to meet Qian Yang and others who had just entered the valley belt. Qian Yang and the others also encountered an unwarranted disaster, and were forced back into the jungle by this young monk.

The four of them were in one place, but it was difficult to deal with the large-scale thunder arc attack of the wildebeest, so they had to disperse and agree to meet at the gravel beach.

Tang Xiaoguo's strength was originally above the wildebeest, in this forest, taking advantage of the terrain and relying on his dexterous body skills, he flickered and moved to widen the distance between him and the wildebeest. Even though the wildebeest was always unwilling to give up, he completely lost Tang Xiaoguo's trace after half a day, so he had to return in a huff.

Compared with Miss Tang's ease, the fat man is in danger. Speed alone can't get rid of the wildebeest, and he wants to play some tactics, but he ultimately fails because his goal is too big. The fat man's back was swept by the thunder arc for an unknown number of times, and when he saw the young man, he held back the fire in his belly, and he was killed and suffered so many crimes, he had cursed that man a thousand times in his heart.

The only thing he could do was occasionally throw a spell behind him, slightly blocking the wildebeest's speed, but he was eventually chased closer and closer.

In desperation, the fat man made the same choice as his difficult brother: go up the tree!

If he had not been desperate, the monk would never have made such a decision to kill himself. Moreover, the fat tree is far less tenacious than the one chosen by Qian Yang, and after being hit by the wildebeest several times, there are signs of breaking at the waist.

The fat man was so frightened that he had to force himself to think about countermeasures. There was no way to go up to the sky and no way to go down to the ground, so the fat man had to turn his head and look around.

"Huh, and trees?" the fat man saw a glimmer of hope.

He had the intention of fleeing to another big tree, but the edge of this jungle belt was sparsely wooded, and the nearest big tree was ten feet away.

The imagination that people can burst out in a desperate situation is amazing, and the fat man pinched the trick in his hand, and a turquoise rattan slowly took shape in his hand. The fat man immersed his spiritual sense, carefully controlling the arrangement of the spiritual energy, making the rattan more compact, and then slowly lengthening it, and then lengthening it again.

The level of the monk's magic practice is mainly considered from two aspects, one is the strength of the spiritual power, and the other is the ability to control the spiritual power finely. When the ability to control spiritual power is improved, casting spells is like an arm command, which can effectively control the consumption of spiritual power, and can also control the power and effect of spells within a certain range.

For a monk, improving the ability to control spiritual power is a compulsory course, and if two monks with similar cultivation face off, the decisive factor is often the efficiency of the use of spiritual power, and this efficiency is ultimately spiritual control.

Naturally, the fat man did not deliberately improve the fine control of spiritual power, but it was no problem to slightly adjust the form of the millennium vine when releasing the spell, which was also the basic requirement for releasing this spell. But if he wanted to stretch the rattan tenfold, the fat man tried it for the first time.

The branches at the fat man's feet shook violently as the wildebeest struck, and his fat body swayed strangely at the same frequency as the branches. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his broad forehead, one end of the rattan was held in his hand, while the other end hung in the air, stretched towards another tree opposite with the support of spiritual power.

The fat man was engrossed in controlling the spell in his hand, but his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, and he looked really frightened. And at this time, the voice that suddenly came from him was even more shocked.

"Click~click!"

The tree, still broken.