In He Miaomiao's eyes, it was like a behemoth's flying boat, but it was just a third-order high-grade product that could be taken out at will by the Scattered Cultivation Hui.

When you step on the flying boat, you can see the semi-enclosed deck next to it, and a low hut next to it houses the main formation, which can be entered by the monks in special circumstances.

Walking up the wooden ladder to the left, there is a deck with a wide view, and the Yuan Infant Girl who leads the team stands at a sharp corner, although it is far away, you can feel the faint pressure.

Near the tail of the flying boat, there is a three-story round tower. Small compartments were circled, with only ninety-nine rooms on each floor, and it was obvious that 1,600 monks could not live there.

Within the scope of the Yuanying Monk's divine sense, everyone didn't dare to fight for a cabin, so they simply went to the deck to wait for the arrangement.

When everyone gathered, the Yuan Infant Female Cultivator's divine sense swept away, and the number of people was matched before he opened his mouth.

"I am --- Lingyun, the hall master of the Scattered Cultivation Hui Battle Hall, this time I will lead the team to the Golden Lotus Secret Realm, and I am responsible for your safety during the journey. ”

All the monks clenched their fists in unison, thanked them all in a gossipy, and waited until Ling Yun pressed his hand before he quieted down again.

"Buzhou Mountain borders the central part of the country, and it takes nine days to travel this time, and after arriving, you can enter the secret realm after repairing it overnight. Do not fight civil strife on the way, and if anyone violates, there will be no forgiveness. ”

Ling Yun's voice was not big or small, just enough for everyone to hear clearly. Although she always wore a light smile and a beautiful and gentle face, no one dared not take her words to heart.

The Sanxiu Hui is divided into five halls and three halls, and the Dan Weapon Fu Array is the hall, all of which are the most proficient people in the Yuanying Consummation as the hall master. In addition, there are also the Shadow Palace, the Advent Palace, and the Heavenly Machine Palace, each of which is dominated by free god monks.

Since Ling Yun is the master of the Battle Hall, his strength and means are naturally among the best in the same order, and his status in the Scattered Cultivation Hui is transcendent, she said that there is no mercy for killing, and she will definitely not just talk about it.

Originally, there were a few monks who wanted to rely on the high level of foundation building and quickly snatch the room, but they also stopped thinking at this moment.

Nine days is not a long time, but it is not a short time, if there is no room for the formation to isolate, everyone can only close their eyes to recuperate, and they will not be able to meditate at all.

Ten days later, the secret realm will be opened, and everyone wants to rush to practice for a few more days before entering, or practice the practice moves in the sea of knowledge, even if it is good to make a little progress.

Ling Yun obviously saw that everyone was thinking carefully, looked at the tower and squinted slightly, before he instructed everyone: "Monks in the middle and late stages of foundation building, those who have drawn numbers one to nine nine in the ring competition, enter the tower and choose a room by themselves. ”

"The rest of the monks, the deck is at your disposal. ”

The monks who were able to be assigned to the room naturally left happily, and the rest of the people complained in their hearts, and did not dare to declare them or express their emotions.

After Ling Yun finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared at the head of the boat, and after a while, the formation below clicked loudly, and the spiritual light suddenly lit up, and the five-colored light flickered for a moment, and an invisible barrier enveloped the flying boat entirely.

In the faint vibration, He Miaomiao saw that the tower on the side of the square was slowly lowering, becoming smaller and smaller.

The speed of the flying boat was extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, she could only see the fog outside the city, and after a few moments, even the fog disappeared from sight.

He Miaomiao leaned against the fence carved with flowers, trees, birds and beasts, looked at the scenery that was slowly moving back outside, felt the wind blowing through the formation, and the desire for flying magic weapons in his heart was even greater.

It's a pity that the flying magic weapon is much more expensive than the attack magic weapon, and the slightly better ones need eight or nine thousand lower grade spirit stones, if there is a defensive formation and the speed is extremely fast, it is impossible to be less than ten thousand spirit stones, and even some are super grade, and non-medium grade spirit stones are not sold.

Fortunately, since she built the foundation, she has encountered the battle of the secret realm. Whether it is a cave competition, a ring match, or a Golden Lotus Secret Realm, there is a formation that prohibits monks from flying.

However, when you come out of the secret realm and return to Xiaoyao City, you have to buy a flying magic weapon no matter what, otherwise you will suffer a loss when you go out and have an affair.

From daytime to night, the chatter around gradually quieted down.

The day rises and the night is the instinct of most things in the world, and although it is not necessary for monks to follow it completely, there are still many people who close their eyes and meditate with their minds half sunk according to their habits.

He Miaomiao was also accustomed to cultivating at night, she sat down against the fence, and was about to sink her mind and meditate on the "Yuan Shi Dao Sutra" to comprehend, but there was an aura from far to near, walking towards her.

"Sister, you are also in the top four hundred~"

The snorting and tender voice made He Miaomiao couldn't help but tremble and opened her eyes, the pink skirt and the golden bell in her hair bun were the 'girl' who came to talk to her during the ring match.

"Daoist friends looking for me?" She was a little inexplicable, but on the one hand, she couldn't even be a nodding friend, so many monks around, why did she have to look for her?

"Oh, I'm here to congratulate my sister. If you have a fate when you enter the secret realm, please take care of your sister! By the way, my name is Wen Jiao, what do you call your sister?"

The 'girl' blinked her innocent eyes, the mascara brush fanned, and He Miaomiao only felt goosebumps that she hadn't seen for a long time.

Wen Jiao looks fifteen or sixteen, like a little girl who doesn't know the world. But she has a deep breath, and she is only a thin line away from the middle stage, and she is by no means as delicate as she looks. It is impossible to be really ignorant of the world and naïve and simple.

Coquettish and foolish people don't work here, she was a master of this way when she was a child, if it weren't for this, it would be impossible to live under He Yanxin and Nian Youlan's noses for so long.

Wen Jiao's every look and every expression has traces of pretending.

No matter what the purpose of her initiative to make friends was, He Miaomiao was not ready to deal with it, so she did not report her name, and closed her eyes directly, indicating that she had no idle thoughts.

Seeing this, the corners of Wen Jiao's lips stiffened slightly, glared at her before brushing her sleeves away, searched on the deck for a while, smiled sweetly at the other female cultivator, and stepped forward to talk.

There were many monks on the deck, and He Miaomiao couldn't release her divine sense, so she only opened her eyes and injected spiritual power to watch her chatting with the female cultivator.

After a short time, the two of them were already chatting with smiles and smiles, and even set up an isolation formation to drill into it, and the people around them could no longer find out the specific content.

He Miaomiao also closed her gaze, took out five lower grade spirit stones to activate the array disk, closed her eyes and began to meditate. She doesn't care about what kind of little calculation Wen Jiao has, as long as she doesn't come to pester her.

As for the lives and deaths of others, they are only related to themselves.

The spirit boat was smooth and steady, without any bumps and shocks, and the strong wind was also blocked by the formation, leaving only a breeze on the face. Only by seeing the rapidly changing scenery can people feel the realism of flying at high altitude.

He Miaomiao finished reciting the "Yuan Shi Tao Sutra" twice, and when she opened her eyes, it was already sunrise.

The flying boat is speeding in the direction of the rising sun, and the red clouds of Phnom Penh are layered on top of each other, covering the mountains and cities, making people feel like they are walking through a dream.