A hundred miles away from the Broken Ice River, a vast plain. The cold stars are dotted, the cold moon is like a hook, the clear silver light is sprinkled all over the earth, the faint fragrance of grass is blowing in the face, the picturesque scenery is refreshing, and there is a faint insect song for this beautiful picture scroll with a touch of vitality.

But on this smooth and smooth land, there is a scar as deep as a hundred feet, and this scar lies across the field, destroying this wonderful scenery. It was a valley that appeared on the plain without warning, and the jagged walls made it easy to see at a glance that it was not the work of nature.

In the valley, under the cliff, there are countless wooden houses of different shapes, connected into a sea of houses. This is the Infinite Valley, which is both the name of the place and the name of the sect.

There is no need to elaborate on the origin of the valley, but it is only said that the current Wuliang Valley is full of flames, and the presence of two Jindan stage masters makes the surrounding small sects and small families dare not wipe its edge lightly.

The real people of the Jindan period naturally don't hang out on weekdays, and the one who is in charge of the daily affairs of the sect is Jin Zhanpeng, the only son of the Golden Palm Sect. Jin Zhanpeng is the young sect master of the Infinite Valley, and he is also the senior brother among the disciples of this generation, and he is the highest cultivator under the elders of the sect.

Jin Zhanpeng, the senior brother, is completely different from Pu Haobai, the outer disciple, to put it bluntly, is just a peripheral disciple of the sect, and he can't get the serious inheritance of the sect at all, and only when he enters the inner door can he really be regarded as a member of the sect, and he is qualified to share the blessings and woes of the sect.

At this time, it was late at night, but Jin Zhanpeng didn't have any intention of resting, and sat upright in the lobby in a golden silk red robe with his identity marked, without saying a word. More than a dozen monks in the hall were sitting precariously, and there was no sound in the room, as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly, the silence of the night sky was pierced by a crane chirping, which was the signal from inside the door. The monks in the house hurriedly got up when they heard the signal, and Jin Zhanpeng also got up and walked outside the hall with his clothes on his feet.

A flying boat came from the horizon and slowly landed in the open space outside the hall. From the flying boat, three young monks walked up, led by a female nun, dressed in a pink skirt, with a slender body like a willow.

The nun looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, slim and beautiful, but occasionally showed a hint of cunning under her gentle and lovely expression.

The two male monks behind him were also of good shape, one of them was five feet wide, with a bear's back and a bear's waist, and under his blue robe, there were faint muscles and muscles that rose up, and he stood there as thick as a rock.

The other body is well-proportioned, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the momentum is eye-catching, and the slight fluff on the side of his mouth slightly betrays his age, but it is even more daring to despise.

Seeing that the three of them got off the flying boat, Jin Zhanpeng hurriedly walked a few steps and hugged his fists to greet him: "I've seen Senior Sister Tang, I haven't seen you for a few years, if I'm outside the door, I'm afraid I won't dare to admit it." ”

The young female cultivator smiled faintly, didn't answer his words, just nodded and said, "Senior Brother Jin, don't come unharmed, this trip to the ruins is also convenient for Senior Brother." ”

This tall female cultivator turned out to be Tang Xiaoguo, and the monk's physical appearance would change slightly when the foundation was built, but she didn't want Miss Tang to grow from a quirky little girl to a world-famous beauty in an instant.

Since Miss Tang came to explore the ruins, the identities of the two people around her were about to come out, only two people in the Qingling Sect had just stepped into the foundation building period recently, and they could just experience it with Tang Xiaoguo, one of these two people was named Chu Nan, and the other was called Luo Tong.

Luo Tong was lucky in the secret realm, and took the earth source fruit, which is the source of the earth's spiritual energy, and the effect is against the sky. If you take one piece, you can achieve the body of the earth source, and the earth spirit in the body will never be exhausted. Tang Dazhang heard Xiaoguo talk about this matter, and immediately summoned Luo Tong into the Grinding Sword Hall to vigorously cultivate. Originally, the cultivation of the earth source body was smooth, coupled with the strong investment of the sect, Luo Tong actually broke several levels in just a few months, and directly stepped into the ranks of the foundation building monks, and the thick fat on his body turned into a fierce muscle.

As for Chu Nan, he was Luo Tong's junior disciple of the same class, and he had already emerged as early as the introductory assessment, and he was the only disciple who received an excellent evaluation in that assessment. After that, he was summoned to the Sword Grinding Hall, much earlier than the fat man. Chu Nan's qualifications are extremely excellent, and after entering the Grinding Sword Hall, he immediately got the resources in the hall. In fact, at the time of the assessment, his cultivation was already close to the fifth level of qi refining, which was much inferior to the demonic Tian Glyco, but this kind of qualification was enough to rank in the forefront of the Qingling Sect. Not long ago, Chu Nan also successfully broke through to the foundation building period, and put on the blue robe representing the inner disciples as he wished.

Jin Zhanpeng and Tang Xiaoguo exchanged a few words, and seeing that Miss Tang was not interested, he didn't say much more. One of these two is the son of the head of the school, and the other is the daughter of the head of the school, and their identities are similar, but in fact, the weight of the two heads of the two is very different. Tang Xiaoguo said that his senior brother was taking care of their sect's face, but in fact, Jin Zhanpeng didn't dare to be a little lazy in his actions.

Jin Zhanpeng led the three people of the Qingling Sect into a heavily guarded hall, where a long table was placed on the side of the hall, several red-robed monks sat behind the long table, and an extremely complicated formation was arranged in the middle of the hall.

Jin Zhanpeng raised his hand and pointed weakly: "Senior Sister Tang, please look, this is the teleportation array leading to the ruins." ”

Tang Xiaoguo looked at the formation in front of him curiously, and at this moment, the light of the formation flickered, and a red-robed disciple suddenly appeared in the formation, thinking that it was a disciple who happened to teleport back from the ruins.

I saw that as soon as the red robe looked up and saw Jin Zhanpeng and the others here, he was startled, hugged his fists from afar, and quickly hid to the side, took out a Qiankun bag from his arms and handed it to the monk behind the long table.

"What is he doing?" Tang Xiaoguo asked Jin Zhanpeng a little strangely.

"According to the rules of the sect, all the gains in the ruins must be handed over, and the sect will reward the disciples according to the size of their contributions. Jin Zhanpeng smiled at Tang Xiaoguo and continued: "Of course, the three of your sect are not within this scope, and all the income in the ruins belongs to the three of them. ”

"That's it!" Xiaoguo nodded: "Then let's go to the ruins!"

"The ruins are divided into ten floors, I wonder which floor my sister plans to go to?"

"Ten layers?" Tang Xiaoguo raised his eyes to show interest: "Is there any difference between the ten layers of this ruin?"

"Actually, there is no essential difference between these ten layers of relics, just a difference in depth!" Jin Zhanpeng explained softly with a smile: "Don't hide it from Senior Sister, this ruin of my sect is buried deep underground, and it is very troublesome to excavate. At the beginning, the elders of my sect worked together to dig a patio a hundred zhang deep at the ruins, and built a platform every ten zhang on the side wall of the patio. When the disciples of our sect explored the ruins, they excavated from these platforms to the side walls, and over time, a landscape of ten layers of ruins was formed. ”

Tang Xiaoguo nodded and said, "It's up to the host, just help us choose a layer." ”