Bai Yi stuffed all the remaining Tongmai Pills in the storage bag into the snail shell, ignoring the white worms, but closed his eyes and pondered.

The white worm still thought that it was a good pill, and when he saw that it was a Tongmai pill, he immediately hung his head.

This kind of unqualified elixir is basically useless to it, but when it saw that the master's face was not good, the white worm crawled back to the snail shell with interest, and it heard the conversation outside just now, and knew that the master would have some trouble tomorrow.

Although the candle flame is obscene and talkative, like a street ruffian, it has one of the biggest characteristics, that is, self-knowledge.

If you can defeat the other party, the candle flame will definitely take the lead, take the lead, and be a loyal servant.

Candlelight's contrived self-knowledge is diametrically opposed to Candle Dragon's Wan Po, but Candle Flame knows that Bai Yi can see through it at a glance, but he still doesn't change his nature, and he often rejoices because of this, always boasting that he knows how to advance and retreat.

Bai Yi knew the virtue of the candle flame, ignored it, and thought about tomorrow's Taiheng trip alone.

As the night passed, the sky was slightly bright, and the huge Cangyun Sect began to boil, and sometimes there was sword light rising into the air, flying out of the sect, and there were many flying boat magic weapons, carrying several or even a dozen disciples to fly in the direction of the Taiheng Mountain Range.

Early in the morning, the outer disciples of the Immortal Residence began to assemble, and the deacon elder had already spoken, but all the outer disciples who had reached the middle stage of qi refining had to participate in the Taiheng experience, even if some people didn't want to go.

Few of the outer disciples have flying magic weapons, and their wooden boat magic weapons are too low and too slow, so they really have to rush by themselves, and when they reach the Taiheng Mountain Range, they can't see the shadow of the inner disciples, and the road is far away, although there are maps, there must be many people who get lost.

After all, when outer disciples first entered the cultivation realm, few of them had ever gone far away.

There are hundreds of outer disciples who participated in the sect's training this time, and all of them have reached the middle stage of qi refining.

After inspecting the many outer disciples, Lang Qianli said loudly: "This experience, originally there was no part of you, it was this deacon who saw that you were cultivating hard, so I begged the deacon elders to ask for this opportunity for you, and when you get to the Taiheng Mountain Range, you don't embarrass my outer door." ”

After Long Qianli finished speaking, some disciples who didn't know the truth immediately wept with gratitude and expressed their attitudes one after another.

"Don't worry, Deacon Lang, we won't disgrace the outer door!"

"The experience of the inner disciples, we can also do the outer disciples!"

"Yes, we can't let those inner disciples look down on us!"

The statements of many disciples were enthusiastic for a while, and Ling Qianli nodded proudly, and then said: "Even if you know the hard work of this deacon, but you don't have to worry, you are just outer disciples, you don't need to go deep into the mountains, just follow the inner disciples for a long time." ”

Hearing that Ridge Qianli was very concerned about the safety of the outer disciples, many people were even more grateful, and only a few people who saw the truth of the tragedy in the Cloud Valley despised Ridge Qianli's coy attitude in their hearts, and secretly scolded him for being shameless and despicable.

"The outer disciples have little experience, and you must not have seen much real demon beasts. ”

Ridge Qianli paced the square steps, and said as he walked: "With your lowly cultivation, it is very difficult to deal with ordinary first-level demon beasts, if you see the demon beasts infested, you should be careful, if three or five people gather in one place, maybe you can try to kill the demon beasts, if you act alone, it is better to detour around, once you find the traces of the second-level demon beasts, I advise you to turn around and flee, you are really going to die in the Taiheng Mountains, but don't blame this deacon for not reminding in advance, but all the experience, there are no immortals." ”

Hearing the horror of the demon beast, some of the outer disciples' faces changed slightly, and they immediately added caution, and some of them were timid, and even retreated.

"But demon beasts, there's nothing to be afraid of, after all, we are cultivators, not mortals. Long Qianli sneered, and his footsteps stopped in front of a slightly thin young man.

Boom!

Suddenly, Ridge Qianli sacrificed the flying sword, and shouted loudly: "Cultivators, cultivating the path of immortals, stepping on the path of heaven, demons are evil, we cultivators should be killed!"

Before the words fell, he flew the sword for thousands of miles, only to see the blade of the sword break through the air and stab straight at the young man in front of him!

Yes!

Shocked by Ridge Qianli's sudden move, many outer disciples exclaimed, not knowing why Ridge Qianli wanted to sword an outer disciple.

Standing in front of Ridge Qianli, it was Bai Yi, when he found that Ridge Qianli urged the flying sword to stab him, Bai Yi's eyebrows were only slightly raised, but his body did not move, and he was as stable as Mount Tai.

Laugh at!

The sharp flying sword slashed through the edge of Bai Yi's right arm, cutting through his sleeve, and the blade was close to his arm, taking away a few small drops of blood, but from the outside, Bai Yi was almost undamaged, and it was an extremely small wound that was difficult for outsiders to find.

A sword was sacrificed, only tearing the sleeves, this exquisite and profound swordsmanship caused the other disciples to exclaim again, and they thought that Lang Qianli was demonstrating superb swordsmanship for them, cheering up these outer disciples.

The wound was too small to be bandaged at all, and it wouldn't take long to heal on its own, but Bai Yi's face was already gloomy, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

In Bai Yi's opinion, Lang Qianli's strange behavior is simply a signal.

Lang Qianli is telling him that the Taiheng Mountain Range is the place where he is buried Bai Yi!

Withdrawing the flying sword, Ling Qianli put his hands behind his back, and lightly touched the shrunken flying sword with a small bronze mirror behind his back, and a few drops of blood on the blade immediately rolled onto the bronze mirror, which was strangely absorbed by the bronze mirror and disappeared without a trace, and then put away the two magic weapons.

His small movements were behind his back, and no one noticed them at all.

Smiling coldly, Ling Qianli said to Bai Yi in front of him in a very low voice: "Especially you, when you get to the Taiheng Mountain Range, you must be careful." ”

After speaking, Lang Qianli took a few steps back, took out a wooden boat magic weapon, raised his hand and threw it into the air, only to see that the wooden boat was long in the wind, and instantly changed into a large wooden boat more than seven zhang long, larger than a courtyard, suspended in mid-air.

Lang Qianli jumped on the wooden boat first, and said in a loud voice: "This flying magic weapon is enough for you people, come up, let's set off immediately." ”

Flying magic weapons are also divided into sizes, some can only be ridden by a few people, and some can be ridden by hundreds of people, but the larger the flying magic weapon, the slower the speed will be, but there is an advantage to urging the flying magic weapon, that is, the aura consumed is very small, unlike the flying of the sword, which requires a lot of aura.

The wooden boat is a large magic weapon specially used to carry a large number of people, and the speed is no less than that of the wooden boat, and most deacons are equipped with it, although few inner disciples use this kind of huge and bulky flying magic weapon, but it is the most suitable to carry the outer disciples.

When all the outer disciples got on the wooden boat, in the smug low laughter of the ridge Qianli, the huge flying magic weapon sailed out of the clouds and went far away.

Staying in the immortal residence, Yang Yifan looked at the wooden boat in the distance, his heart was up and down, worried about the fate of Bai Yi's trip, and in the depths of the Alchemy Pavilion of the Cangyun Sect, the elder of the Dan Pavilion walked out of a secret room, and his rickety figure looked even older, but the old face full of wrinkles revealed a strange and inexplicable excitement, as if some rare elixir was about to be refined.