All the monks of the Great Perfection of the True Qi Stage showed their joy, and they waited here for a long time just to choose the team members. Yun Jinfeng, the son of Yunkai Tai Biaotong, Xu Zhengdong, the son of Xu Deputy Biaotong, etc., these high-level disciples with the most status, immediately came to everyone and selected the team members who would act with them.

The next thing was much simpler, and all the True Qi Stage Cultivators found that the strength level of these more than thirty True Qi Stage Cultivators was not much different, so they could just pick a few.

Yuwen Zhouyuan, Tan Zhengping, and two other monks were casually picked by a female cultivator named Fang Yu'e in the True Qi Stage Great Perfection.

After Yunkai Taibiao told the monks, the monks came out of the big tent and made final preparations for this cave expedition.

Tan Zhengping followed behind Fang Yu'e with a smile, and said flatteringly: "It's really an honor for me to follow Senior Sister Fang." Senior Sister Fang, which battalion do you belong to? Why hasn't the little brother seen it?"

Fang Yu'e was very arrogant in front of these eighth- and ninth-level cultivators of the True Qi Stage, coupled with her own beauty and cold appearance, she had a lot of suitors in the sect, and she had always had no good face towards ordinary male disciples.

Fang Yu'e said sternly: "Shut up, you don't need to know these things." ”

Tan Zhengping shrank his head sharply, not daring to ask more. But he didn't seem to be able to hold back without speaking for a while, and asked again after a while: "Senior Sister Fang, how do we arrange to go to the Spirit Stone Ridge Cave of the Mountain of No Return at noon?"

"You're the first to enter the cave!" Fang Yu'e said.

"What, why me?" Tan Zhengping said in shock.

Fang Yu'e sneered and said, "Just your flamboyant tongue, you don't look like a serious person, who will not let you go up? Do you want a few other honest junior disciples to go up? Look at these three junior brothers, how honest they are, and they don't say more than half a sentence and ask more." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan and the other two monks who had been silent and followed out, almost laughing in their stomachs.

This Tan Zhengping had too many mouths, and accidentally bumped into Senior Sister Fang's horse's hooves. That's a lot of mistakes, that's a good thing. There are people who take the lead, and before Tan Zhengping is killed by the demon beast, they at least don't have to worry too much about their own safety.

Fang Yu'e took Yuwen Zhouyuan, Tan Zhengping, and two other monks in Tsing Yi to a small camp tent in the camp to make final preparations.

Fang Yu'e was not very old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, but she was full of arrogance and coquettishness from the high-level disciples of the sect, and she almost didn't look at the four of them directly.

I don't know which sect this Fang Yu'e is a disciple of.

However, Fang Yu'e did things without ambiguity, quite neatly, and directly asked the four of them to take out their weapons, equipment and all kinds of items they carried, and let her check them, and they all knew each other's strength.

The success or failure of this mission to explore the cave is related to the belonging of Zhu Yuandan, and it has a great impact on her, so she dare not be sloppy.

Fang Yu'e stared at Tan Zhengping, Tan Zhengping had been crying and listless since he was named by Fang Yu'e.

"Well, Senior Sister Fang, this is all my belongings. A low-grade spirit knife, a demon rope, five lower-grade spirit stones, and a small stack of rune paper. The others are gone. Tan Zhengping took out the contents of his storage bag and lit it up, and then quickly stuffed it back.

Fang Yu'e didn't care, and turned her head to look at the other two Tsing Yi monks.

The two Tsing Yi monks were quite silent from the beginning to the end. They introduced it themselves.

One of them is called Han Xuefeng, a young man in his thirties at the eighth level of the True Qi Stage. The words are very polite, quite respectful and cautious, and do not show their edge.

The other person's surname is Meng, the ninth layer of the True Qi Period, and he is a thin old man in his fifties, with gray hair, and he didn't say what his name is. Fang Yu'e asked a word, and he replied only to the first half of the sentence, which made people very unhappy.

Fang Yu'e asked a few words, and then she didn't have the patience to pay attention to it.

However, after a few simple interrogations, everyone still understood why this old man Meng wanted to participate in this bloody and cruel cave exploration.

Monks with cloud characters are usually not always in the monk's camp, and if they do not have any hope of advancing to the true yuan before the age of sixty, and they do not hold any deacon position such as group leader in the monk's camp, then they are usually sent to retirement.

Old man Meng is now in his fifties, he has been in the monk camp for twenty or thirty years, and he has not made any meritorious service, nor has he any status, and he belongs to the object that will definitely be swept away.

This expedition to the Spirit Stone Ridge Cave of the Mountain of No Return can be said to be his last chance.

These two were very well prepared, and each of them brought three or four low-level and middle-level spirit weapons, and a small stack of earth rune paper and more than ten spirit stones were even more essential.

Uwen Juyuan was the last person to come up with the item.

Yuwen Zhouyuan thought about it for a while, and took out a mid-level spirit weapon cold ice knife and a pair of middle-level defensive spirit weapon stainless steel shield, although these two pieces were snatched from Liu Yunli, they were all street stall goods, and there were many people who used them, and no one would doubt their origins. In addition, there are more than ten low-level rune papers, and seven or eight low-grade spirit stones.

Yuwen Zhouyuan estimated that he would definitely take out this item and use it after entering the cave, there was no need to hide it, which was basically consistent with his current strength.

As for the cage grass seeds, flame poison, low-level magic weapon silver light sword, top-grade spirit weapon Soul Breaking Sword, the best spirit weapon Han Xue, elixir wine, tortoiseshell shield, and advanced quasi-magic weapon wing spirit weapon obtained from the Snow Mountain Sect Master Han Dongyan, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not take it out, this is his killer weapon at the bottom of the box, just in case.

It really depends on these things to keep him alive in cave exploration.

Moreover, Yuwen Zhouyuan is sure that Tan Zhengping, Han Xuefeng, and Old Man Meng must have kept their own personal interests and will not show their real killer features.

As for Fang Yu'e, she had no intention of taking out her things to show them to the four monks in Tsing Yi. She is the captain, she just needs to know it in her heart, and a few Tsing Yi monks who are cannon fodder don't need to know so much.

Soon, the morning passed, and the members of the various teams got to know each other and were ready.

At noon, Yunkai Tai Biaotong and several other masters of the True Yuan Period came out of the camp tent and gathered the first batch of seven teams to set off to the Spirit Stone Ridge of the Mountain of No Return to participate in the cave exploration, with a total of more than 40 disciples.

The first refining was personally led by Yunkai Taibiao Tong and others.

Yun Kaitai patted the storage bag on his waist, and from it flew out a magic weapon the size of a palm, which was a painting scroll, floating in the air.

"Open-!" Yun Kaitai drew his fingers on the axis, waved it from afar, and shouted loudly.

The palm-sized scroll flew towards the sky, opened in the wind and then soared. In an instant, it swelled to a radius of ten zhang, swirling in the sky, covering a large shadow of the earth, and a gust of wind blew.

I don't know what material the painting scroll is made of, pure white as jade, brilliant. On the picture, a lot of pattern charms are drawn, the clouds are filled, rolling and flowing, these clouds and mist suddenly transform into green mountains and beautiful waters, and in the blink of an eye, they transform into flying rare birds, galloping spirit beasts, tearing each other and finally forming a whirlpool, disappearing, all these changes attract the eyes of all the watchers, as if the painting is a fairyland, people can't help but want to take a peek.

The hundreds of Tsing Yi monks gathered around were dumbfounded. Many monks who knew the treasure exclaimed in a low voice, "Wind and clouds, mountains and rivers, high-level magic weapons!"

"That's the most powerful magic weapon in the Cloud Standard!"

"Up, follow this seat to the Spirit Stone Ridge of the Mountain of No Return!" I don't know when, Yunkai Taibiao Tong has already stood on the tip of the painting shaft in the wind, his white clothes fluttering, indescribably proud and unearthly. He shouted coldly to the monks on the ground, waking up the shocked monks in Tsing Yi.

All the disciples who participated in the expedition flew up and jumped onto the mountains and rivers.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes gradually attracted into the whirlpool of the wind and clouds, mountains and rivers, and he suddenly subconsciously bit his lip fiercely, biting out a few drops of blood, and then suddenly woke up, but he had already broken out in a cold sweat.

The power of this magic weapon is too great, and at first glance, I was shocked, and I was unconsciously attracted to my mind.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't dare to look at it anymore, and thought to himself: "If you use the silver light sword and instill true power with all your strength, you can only grow to more than one foot at most, and at most two feet." Compared with the skill of Yunkaitai's standard system, I don't know how many times worse. ”

Under normal circumstances, the size of the ritual weapon itself is a symbol of power. The larger the magic weapon, the more materials it consumes, and the more true power it consumes when using it, the more terrifying the power it exerts.

With such a painting shaft instrument more than ten zhang long, it is estimated that he can make a monk in the true qi period into meat sauce.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was shocked, and for the first time, he felt the horror of the True Yuan Stage cultivator who possessed the magic weapon.

Yuwen Zhouyuan fell into bitter thought in an instant.

Since Yuwen Zhouyuan joined the monk camp, he has devoted himself to cultivation, but he has only improved his strength quickly, and he can finally reach the Shattered Void and return to the original world.

The other aspects, wealth, power, women, he almost never thought about it.

Unconsciously, the ghost envoy sent himself to practice a monk who had reached the twelfth layer of the True Qi Stage. This cultivator, although he was not promoted to the True Yuan Stage, but his strength, he knew that the idle True Yuan Stage monk was really not his opponent, because he crossed the level to challenge several True Yuan masters, and also subdued Jiang Gaosheng.

But if the high-level of the monk battalion wanted to make him cannon fodder for this expedition, he had to be this cannon fodder.

"To be alive, you have to control your own destiny, not others, only by being alive can you have a chance to advance and return to your own world!" this thought churned over and over again in Yuwen Jooyuan's heart.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were slightly red, bloodshot, his whole body trembled slightly, staring at the painting scroll in mid-air that was more than ten zhang, and secretly swore in his heart.

He knew that to do that, it was very, very hard.

In the world of cultivating immortals, only high-level monks are qualified to manipulate their own lives and dominate the lives of low-level monks, and the rest of them are all ordinary people, living in the shadow of high-level monks all their lives.