"Yes, that's exactly what it is."
Tong Sandao had a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.
He paused for a moment, then continued: "The secret place that Tong told Taoist boy named Feilei Guange on that day was that Feilei Taoist cultivated cloud-patterned fine iron with the help of the power of thunder. 's location."
"Since it is such a rare spiritual material as cloud-patterned fine iron, how can fellow Taoist boy be sure that it has not been taken away by the monks of the Shanyin sect, nor has it been taken by other monks who went to Feilei Peak to investigate?" The couple-looking monks In the middle, the feminine-looking male cultivator spoke.
"Yes, even if what Fellow Taoist Tong said is true, how can we be sure that the cloud pattern fine iron is still in that hidden place?"
Gu Chaoxian also became interested and echoed.
The short and stubby female cultivator didn't know what the cloud-patterned fine iron was until she heard that one tael of the cloud-patterned fine iron could be exchanged for a middle-grade spiritual stone. Her expression also changed, and her breathing became short. Look at Tong Sandao.
Situ Sheng, who pretended to be a middle-aged man and a stern young man, and Ji Chen didn't have much reaction. They probably already knew about the cloud-patterned fine iron.
"It seems that the reason why this guy named Ji Chen is willing to go to Feilei Peak is because the cloud pattern fine iron aroused his greed in his heart." Gu Qing took everything in his eyes.
The bustle of the world is all for profit, and the bustle of the world is all for profit. There is never anything in the world that can beat the simple word profit, and the same is true in the world of cultivation.
Even Gu Qing, in the past few days, has been planning day and night, preparing backup plans regardless of losses, in order to use the golden sword and talisman that can only be used once to kill one or two monks in the late stage of Qi refining and seize the cultivation resources so that he can Cultivation in the early and middle stages of Qi refining.
"Tong is not sure." Tong Sandao responded with an unchanging expression, "The place where the cloud-patterned fine iron is stored is extremely secret, and the Shanyin Sect is a demon sect, and the monks in its sect will never fly. Lei Feng has stayed for a long time, and as for the other monks who went to Fei Lei Peak to investigate... Tong is at least 80% sure that the hidden place has not been reached first!"
"If Tong guesses wrong, you will not only take risks on this trip, but also return without success. Tong will also compensate you at that time." He said this with sincerity.
In the cubicle, it was quiet again.
Gu Qing was holding the spiritual sand to practice by himself, while the others chose to close their eyes and rest.
Time passed slowly, and a feeling of being spied on suddenly appeared in Gu Qing's heart. He calmly sensed it and glanced to the right with his peripheral vision.
"Is it the man who calls himself Gu Chaoxian? There's something weird..."
Gu Qing's heart moved.
He recalled the person's characteristics and made some calculations.
The biggest characteristic of Gu Chaoxian is that he has no characteristics, is relatively silent, and has a low sense of presence.
Based on the character displayed by this person, it was undoubtedly a little abnormal to take the initiative to talk to him just now. In addition, it seemed that this person was observing him just now, and this person seemed to have something on his mind.
In the following time, Gu Qing not only held the spiritual sand to regulate his breath, but also pretended to stretch his muscles and bones, and looked at Gu Chaoxian on the right. Gu Qing deliberately ignored the kind look that Gu Chaoxian cast after noticing.
When Gu Qing turned his head and closed his eyes slightly again to adjust his breathing, Gu Chaoxian's eyes flashed with coldness.
"How dare you, a guy at the third level of Qi Refining, ignore me like this! Once you enter the range of Feilei Peak, let's see how I can kill you, a small cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining!"
Gu Chaoxian sneered in his heart.
Of course his name is not really 'Gu Chaoxian'.
At yesterday's auction, he was the skinny sixth-level Qi Refining monk sitting in the front row on the first floor!
His real name is Feng Kun.
After failing to track down Gu Qing last night, Feng Kun was furious. He had fallen in love with a pretty young female cultivator. He was trying to trick her out of the Chihu area and capture her to vent her anger. However, he was found by a well-informed friend and learned that I got detailed information about the person named Gu Yunzhixiu who bought the 'Jade Crystal Rice Seedlings' and came to the Chihu area.
Then, Feng Kun disguised himself as this pale young man, 'met' Ji Chen last night, and blended into the team of monks gathered by Tong Sandao.
"Moire-patterned fine iron? I never imagined that there would be an unexpected surprise."
He couldn't help but secretly thought.
He wanted to leave the Chihu area, so he took action to kill Gu Qing. After experiencing the death of the brother and sister just now, he learned that the Yutai Water Pavilion was outside the range of the spiritual consciousness of the foundation-building monks who were monitoring the Chihu gathering. I had some violent thoughts on the spot.
However, these thoughts disappeared as the scar-faced boy revealed the secret of cloud-patterned iron three times.
On this trip, if he could kill two birds with one stone, not only capturing the cultivator named Gu Yun, but also obtaining the cloud-patterned fine iron from the hidden place, it would be impossible for him to glimpse the foundation building in his lifetime!
Feng Kun felt hot in his heart.
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It was evening when a tall figure arrived.
The blue thousand-pleated curtain was lifted, and this tall figure, covered with a black bamboo hat and black coarse cloth clothes, entered the compartment with his head slightly lowered, and everyone was shocked.
This tall figure, judging from the fluctuations in spiritual power around him, has clearly reached the fifth level of Qi refining!
"Ahem! This is fellow Daoist Zhou. In recent years, he has tried to break through to the middle stage of Qi refining, but failed to open up the sea of consciousness. Therefore, the fluctuations in spiritual power have a hint of the fifth level of Qi refining." Tong Sandao stood up and greeted him, saying to Everyone explained.
"I see!"
"With the help of fellow Taoists, I will definitely succeed in this trip and reap a lot of rewards!"
The cultivators looked at each other with different expressions and spoke in agreement.
Tong Sandao and Zhou Tong whispered a few words, and Zhou Tong sat closest to the door of the compartment.
Ten people were a little crowded in the small cubicle.
Until midnight approached, the spiritual sand in Gu Qing's hand had turned gray and lost its spiritual energy. He exerted a little force, and the gray spiritual sand turned into dust and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the spiritual power in his body has recovered to about 70%. This is the result of taking the spiritual pill beforehand and consuming more than thirty taels of pure water spiritual sand.
Since then, no monks have arrived.
"Everyone, let's go."
Guessing that the time had come, Tong Sandao stood up first, followed by Zhou Tong, followed by the middle-aged monk in Taoist attire, Situ Sheng, Ji Chen, and Gu Qing and others followed closely behind. Visit the Yutai Waterside Pavilion.
Outside the Yutai Water Pavilion, there is a large open space.
Ji Chen reached out and took off the hollow bell-shaped magic weapon from his waist. He shook it gently, and the crisp bell sound dispersed.
A ray of spiritual light shot out from the hollow interior of the bell magic weapon, scattered on the open space, and transformed into an illusory goshawk. Once the illusory goshawk appeared, it grew in the wind, and soon turned into a lifelike giant eagle. The monster has sharp eyes and wings spread up to five or six feet.
"Beast-controlling weapon?"
Gu Qing took a few glances at the bell magic weapon.
This is a magical weapon that can house tamed spiritual beasts. It is at least a medium-grade magical weapon.
"You just need to take a seat on the back of the eagle."
Ji Chen waved his hand, floated down, and sat on the back of the giant eagle, very close to the front. Tong Sandao followed immediately, and Zhou Tong, Gu Qing and others also got on the back of the eagle.
A chirping sound resounded all around, and the giant eagle spread its wings, cut through the sky, and headed straight to the north.
The Jade Terrace Waterside Pavilion below has become extremely small.
The hundred-mile Chihu Lake has also turned into a pool of water.
Only then did Gu Qing discover that the location of the Yutai Waterside Pavilion was at the very edge of the Chihu Lake. From here, one could freely enter and leave the Chihu Lake. In other words, there was no need to pay the two low-grade spirits required to participate in the Chihu Monk Gathering. stone.
Above the night sky, there were dark clouds and cold wind.
The cultivators used various means to resist the oncoming cold wind. Flying at high speed, the cold wind was like a knife. If an ordinary person were here, they would be blinded with their eyes open and their mouths open. Only by shrinking into a ball could they survive. life.
Gu Qing's body also glowed with a spiritual light like a water curtain, resisting the cold wind.
Less than half an hour later, it rained heavily.
Different from the continuous autumn rain of the past few days, this rain was extremely heavy, and the heaven and earth seemed to have turned into a world of water. With the roar of the hurricane, the speed of the giant eagle's flight was greatly reduced. The cultivators also looked embarrassed, and Tong Sandao frowned Tight wrinkles.
Click!
The autumn day is filled with thunder and lightning pierces the sky.
Ji Chen's face suddenly turned pale as he almost missed the giant eagle. As a last resort, he controlled the giant eagle to slow down and descended about a hundred feet, away from the clouds above and closer to the mountain peaks on the ground.
The winds and rains are fierce, and the power of God is most ruthless.
The mountains below seemed to be squirming. At first glance, they thought it was a monster in the mountains on a stormy night. In fact, it was a flow of debris and sand rolling towards the small mountain village below. If there was no accident, the sun would rise tomorrow, and the small mountain village below would never be the same. Leave half of the survivors alive.
In the wind and rain, the alert villagers rushed to tell each other, but the mudslides and sand flowed too fast, and it was coming in the blink of an eye.
When the cultivators saw this, they had different expressions.
There are those who are aloof, like gods overlooking the rise and fall of the human world, there are those who have sarcastic lips, as if they are mocking the weakness of mortals, and there are also those who are expressionless, like Tong Sandao and Ji Chen, who are used to seeing the autumn moon and spring breeze, and call themselves true cultivators.
Only the female cultivator with a short and thick figure wanted to move.
Gu Qing was faster than her.
With a swish sound, Gu Qing turned into a ball of water mist and fell from the sky. The dark golden flying sword danced lightly in his hand. The sword energy instantly condensed into the shape of a lotus. It sank into the ground with a pop. More than ten feet of the ground was crushed and collapsed, turning into The ferocious ravine stopped in front of the muddy sand, interrupting its momentum of heading straight towards the mountain village.
In the rain curtain, Gu Qing's protective aura was restrained. He stood in embarrassment holding a sword with an indifferent expression.
The muddy water flowed under his feet, and the mud and quicksand diverted towards the mountain cols on both sides. Gu Qing then raised his head and looked at the giant eagle waiting for him above. The nine people stared at him closely.
"Fellow Taoist Gu, you have a good heart."
"So what if we save them this time? Mortals will die endlessly and eventually return to dust."
The child Sandao and the middle-aged monk in Taoist attire looked down at the drenched Gu Qing in the rain curtain, without using his spiritual power to protect his body, and spoke one after another.
"It's just a matter of convenience."
Gu Qing didn't take it seriously at all. In a few swipes, he stepped through the windy tree canopy and returned to the back of the giant eagle. He sat cross-legged wetly, took out a spirit-building pill and drank it. He stopped talking to the other cultivators and remained autistic. Adjust your breath.
The short and thick female nun hesitated for a moment and said nothing.
Below is the village where she was born.
Although her cultivation had reached the fourth level of Qi refining, she was biased towards physical cultivation and was unable to stop the quicksand of mud and rocks at all.
