But seeing that the second senior sister waved her hand, there was an extra delicate wooden boat in her jade hand, and then she chanted and threw the small wooden boat into the air.

Suddenly, the small wooden boat quickly grew larger in the air, and in a few breaths, it became a wooden boat that could carry ten people.

The wooden boat is a foot above the ground, suspended in the air, giving people a sense of atmosphere and elegance.

Several other disciples of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect couldn't help but show envy.

One of them couldn't help but sigh: "When will I be able to have such a flying spirit boat like the second senior sister......

The other person smiled and said, "Unless you are as talented as the second senior sister, let the teacher respect you, or impress a certain noble son of the cultivation realm, let him be fascinated by you, and willingly give you a flying spirit boat." ”

The person who was ridiculed immediately said coquettishly: "I hate it, people are not such casual people." ”

The second senior sister turned a deaf ear, and immediately shouted softly: "Senior sisters, quickly carry the people on the ground into the flying boat, and we will go back to the mountain together." ”

The rest of the people immediately stopped laughing and worked together to carry the people on the ground into the flying boat.

One of them's eyes suddenly lit up and he was surprised: "This person actually has a storage bag on him!"

The second senior sister stepped forward and ripped off the storage bag, immersing her mind and vitality in it, but found that she couldn't open it at all.

She frowned slightly and said: "Unless the owner of the storage bag is completely dead, otherwise outsiders can't open it, this person is obviously also a cultivator in the cultivation realm, it is estimated that he fought with people before, and he ended up in such a situation, this storage bag is temporarily kept by me, and when this person wakes up in the future, I will return it to him, if once he dies, the five of us will divide the items in this storage bag equally." ”

The other few people were the only two senior sisters who were looking forward to it, and they all agreed.

The group immediately took a flying boat, flew into the sky, and flew in one direction.

Soon after, the flying boat descended in a mountain full of colorful flowers.

The second senior sister stepped down from the flying boat first, and then commanded the other four to lift the unconscious young man and walk towards a cliff.

However, when the second senior sister and the other five disciples of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect approached this cliff for a hundred meters, the sect jade slips they carried with them immediately exuded a faint fluctuation.

Suddenly, the cliff in front of you changed into a valley.

At the entrance to this valley, there are two hideous stone sculptures of monsters standing on both sides.

When the group stepped into the valley, they immediately found that there was a cave inside.

I saw that pieces of neatly divided spiritual fields were all over it, and through these spiritual fields, you could see nine mountain peaks standing in front of you.

The second senior sister and the others walked towards the ninth peak.

Along the way, you can see some young and beautiful women in white silk clothes and feathers walking by from time to time.

When they saw the second senior sister and the others helping an unconscious young man back, they all showed curious eyes.

At this moment, at the foot of the eighth peak, a cold woman with a beautiful face and a good figure suddenly walked in.

When she saw the Second Senior Sister and several other Ninth Peak disciples helping back a young man, she immediately walked over quickly with a frosty face, and shouted, "Ye Qingcheng, you are so bold! You dare to bring the wild man outside back to the Hundred Flowers Immortal Valley." ”

The second senior sister raised her eyebrows, stepped forward and snorted coldly: "Yan Hanxue, as a disciple of the eighth peak, you are quite wide in charge. I Ye Qingcheng did not violate the door rules, the man I brought back was a seriously injured and dying, unconscious patient, I Baihua Xianmen had a clear training, but anyone who was seriously injured and dying can be brought back to the valley medicine for treatment. ”

Yan Hanxue immediately raised her eyebrows, stepped forward, checked the unconscious man, and found that what Ye Qingcheng said was true, so after snorting coldly, she flicked her skirt and turned around and left.

Ye Qingcheng immediately commanded the four junior sisters behind him, helped the unconscious man, and walked towards the ninth peak.

After a while, the group came to the top of the mountain, and Ye Qingcheng immediately said to the four junior sisters: "Shizun is now in retreat, and there is no time to rescue him, you first place this person in the Spirit Needle Pavilion, didn't some of the junior sisters who are new to the beginner complain that there is no human specimen to practice, no, I have now found a human specimen for them and let them practice needle pricking." ”

When the four junior sisters heard this, although they felt that something was wrong, but at the moment, this person was not dead or alive, and they were not interested in caring about his life and death, and this person died early and divided his storage bag, and immediately threw this person into a beautiful and exquisite attic.

In this attic, there are more than a dozen young female disciples chatting together, each holding some slender silver needles in their hands, practicing needle pricking techniques on some white rabbits and other animals.

From time to time, you can hear the mournful neighing of some white rabbits and other animals.

At this time, an unconscious young man suddenly threw into this Spirit Needle Pavilion, and this group of female disciples suddenly became interested, they had never pierced a spirit needle on a person before.

When they learned that this person was a living specimen specially sent by the second senior sister for them to practice needle pricking, several of them showed unbearable expressions.

One of the girls with a gentle temperament said: "Xiaorou, Xiaoxi, you see that this person is half dead, if we accidentally prick him to death, it will be bad." ”

Immediately, two people in the audience nodded in agreement.

However, the three of them could not resist the opinions of others and had to choose to leave.

When the three of them left, a group of female disciples with silver needles in their hands immediately surrounded them, pricked the silver needles on the unconscious man, and each made a high statement.

"I will pierce the silver needle into this person's Hegu acupoint, activate the vitality that remains here, and then prick the needle in Quchi acupoint, Tianshu acupoint, Wangu acupoint, ......"

"Senior sister, it's not right for you to do this, you should first pierce the Fengfeng Acupoint, and then pierce the Fengchi Acupoint, Yangbai Acupoint, ......"

......

A dim void, here, pitch black, Bai Xiaojian was suddenly awakened by a pain, he felt as if his body had been pricked by a needle, but he touched the place, and there was nothing.

Just when he thought it was an illusion just now, there were four or five places on his body in a row, as if they had been pricked by needles.

Hiss!

Bai Xiaojian scolded in his heart, it was dark here, he only remembered that he was stunned by Jiang Huai's self-explosion before he died, and he fell into this strange situation as soon as he woke up.

Before he had time to think about it, a series of pinprick pain came from his body.

Bai Xiaojian was killed by the pain of this needle prick.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that he noticed a sense of relief all over his body, and at the same time, there was no more pain in his body.

Then, he noticed a milky white point of light suddenly coming from in front of him.

The milky white point of light gradually became larger, until finally, this white light completely filled this pitch-black void, and then accompanied by a little girl's old-fashioned low shout: "Flying Flower Chasing Moon Technique!"