The next day, the Wang family tribe came to the Cyclamen restaurant.
This restaurant can be compared to the one where Gu Qing and others drank yesterday. The restaurant located on the edge of the city is unparalleled. The building inside is magnificent and magnificent, just like the palace of an emperor in this world.
Gu Qing and the other six people were mixed in with a group of low-level Qi-refining monks. They all looked surprised and looked like country bumpkins.
"Ah……"
There was a cold-faced female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining beside her. She sneered: "Three are at the second level of Qi Refining, two are at the third level, and one is at the fourth level. They also came to join in the fun and wanted to share. It’s a piece of cake, what a joke.”
"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong." Gu Changxing turned to look at the female cultivator and smiled kindly, "We..."
"You're a country bumpkin looking for death, don't talk to me, get out." The cold-faced female cultivator looked disdainful and raised her head slightly.
Gu Changxing touched his nose, turned around and walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Zhuo Chi, Gu Qing and others who had already walked away. The six of them sat down at a table with a corner missing. The table was empty, with no roots. There are no pickles.
Several people looked at each other, all a little embarrassed.
There were the most low-level Qi Refining monks in the field, more than seventy of them. In the splendid hall of the restaurant, these seventy people could only occupy less than a quarter of the space.
And these grotesque cultivators, even among the low-level Qi Refining cultivators, are obviously inferior to others.
Gu Qing had no reaction to this. He sat on a stool and looked at the monks around him boredly. He quickly made a rough analysis of the cultivation level of the monks in the restaurant.
Very average.
There are only three people in the late stage of Qi refining.
Moreover, the person with the highest level, that is, Wang Tuozi, has not yet reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. His aura fluctuates between the eleventh level of Qi Refining and the twelfth level of Qi Refining. He should have just broken through to the twelfth level of Qi Refining. layer.
There are nineteen monks in the middle stage of Qi Refining. There are a lot of them, but the quality is very poor. The cold-faced female cultivator is already considered to be one of the people with the highest level of cultivation. Most of the monks in the middle stage of Qi Refining are on the fifth level of Qi Refining. , Sixth level of Qi refining.
As for how many people have hidden their cultivation, it is unknown.
Looking away, Gu Qing and the other six fell silent.
"It seems they are not familiar with each other."
Gu Qing walked around and glanced at a few people with interest, but he happened to catch the eye of the female cultivator Pei Ying with a yin-yang face. The two people's eyes met, and they both touched each other, and he was shocked and suspicious.
"This woman's soul is very powerful."
The eyes are divine orifices.
The moment their eyes met, Gu Qing felt that there was a power in the eyes of this female cultivator with a yin and yang face. The power was so strong that even he was a little frightened.
He realized that this woman must be hiding her cultivation.
…
"The power of Lin Changqing's soul is so strong, at least a small level stronger than mine."
The yin-yang-faced female cultivator was also surprised and confused. She had just briefly exchanged glances with Lin Changqing, but her eyes felt slightly stinging. This feeling was something she had only experienced in her sect's senior brothers who were in the Qi Refining Dzogchen Realm.
This person must be hiding his cultivation!
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"The power of their souls is so strong. It seems that we are not the only ones who have hidden their cultivation." The short monk with bulging eyes on the side gave a stern look, and then said to the fat monk with buck teeth, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, you know what specialization I practice. After spying on the secret method of sound transmission, you can sense any weak soul fluctuations within three feet, so you must not offend these two people."
"clear."
The buck-toothed fat monk nodded imperceptibly.
…
The six of them were silent for half an hour.
"Ahem!" Bamboo Cultivator Zhuo Chi coughed lightly, looked around at Gu Qing and the others, and slowly said, "Everyone might as well talk about your strengths in a little more detail, so that we can work together more easily."
As he spoke, Zhuo Chi took out a spiritual talisman with a red luster: "Zhuo is a first-level talisman master."
Gu Qing raised his eyebrows.
This red-glossy spiritual talisman, judging from the spiritual power fluctuations on it, was obviously a first-level middle-grade spiritual talisman. I never thought that this bamboo pole monk at the fourth level of Qi Refining was actually a first-level talisman master.
Na Gu Changxing smiled shyly when he heard this: "This... I don't have anything good at it. I just have wood attribute spiritual power, which is helpful for recovering from injuries. Maybe when facing the enemy, I can use the vine technique to trap the enemy." .”
"It doesn't matter, that's enough."
Zhuo Chi smiled slightly and put away the red-glossy talisman.
The five senses of the monk are sharp. Just now, he said that he was a first-level talisman master, which was heard by many monks in the field. The disdainful eyes that were originally looking at him also changed at this moment.
With a hint of pride on his face, he glanced at Gu Qing and the other four people except Gu Changxing.
There was silence for a while.
No one from Gu Qing and the other four spoke.
Just when Zhuo Chi frowned slightly.
"To tell you the truth, Brother Zhuo, I have only mastered one high-grade sword art well so far, and all my cultivation is in this Qiushui Sword." Gu Qing slammed the storage bag on his waist and took out a flying sword with a cold light. , "This Qiu Shui Sword is like my Taoist companion, accompanying me day and night. Now I have the same aura with this sword. It can be said that this sword is like an arm, waving my fingers, using it to perform sword techniques and add three points of power."
Seeing Gu Qing looking at Qiu Shuijian with a "lovely" expression on his face, Zhuo Chi and others suddenly looked a little strange.
Many monks in the field showed disgust when they heard this, but quite a few of them showed sympathy and looked at Gu Qing in a much kinder way.
"Good at practicing earthly magic."
The yin-yang-faced female cultivator spoke silently.
"We know each other well and can kill enemies with our music."
"Yes."
The fat monk with buck teeth and the short monk with protruding eyes looked at each other for a few times, exchanged glances, and then each spoke.
"That's it." Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole cultivator, looked like he was in control at this moment, and nodded calmly.
Everyone had been waiting here for less than two hours. Wang Tuozi, who was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, stood up from his seat with a bowed body, stepped forward, turned into a ball of golden light, and arrived at the Cyclamen Restaurant. hall mid-air.
"You guys have been waiting for a long time."
Wang Tuozi's face covered with black spots forced out an ugly smile, but his voice was very calm: "Today we are going to the secret place of the Beize Kingdoms, called Yinfeng Ridge, where the deceased Beizhe died. There are hundreds of millions of soldiers in the Ze Kingdom, and there are sinister winds blowing every day just outside. It is a very evil place, where you will almost die, and those who want to withdraw can do so at this time."
His cold gaze was diluted as he scanned the field, pausing at Gu Qing and the others, with a strange flash in his eyes.
No one said anything for a long time.
"In that case..."
Wang Tuozi nodded: "Let's set off immediately."
After the words fell, Wang Tuozi took the lead in heading towards the Cyclamen Restaurant. When the other monks saw this, they followed suit. Many monks put the unused spiritual meals on the table into their storage bags.
Gu Qing glanced at the bare table on his side, and his eyes met again with that of the yin-yang-faced female cultivator.
Smiling in return, Gu Qing looked away.
The six people immediately followed the crowd leaving the Immortal Guest House and left the Xiuzhenfang City of the Wang family tribe. Under the gaze of the Wang family members who were vaguely visible on both sides, more than a hundred monks entered the long yellow sand with their own purposes in mind.
…
The monks travel very quickly.
Within seven or eight days, all the cultivators used their own methods and followed Wang Tuozi to the borders of the Beize Kingdoms.
Standing on a not-so-high mountain range, more than a hundred monks looked down at the thousands of miles of plains with no yellow sand and green grass. They all looked a little excited. They were already tired of the same color of heaven and earth.
"The creation of heaven and earth is truly wonderful."
Gu Changxing looked back at the long stretch of yellow sand behind him.
The whole sky and earth there are dark yellow, and you can still see the sun in winter, but in summer, you can only see sand, sand, sand, nothing else but sand.
Even if this kind of land has a radius of eight thousand miles, hundreds of thousands of people can survive, which shows the tenacity of the human race's vitality.
You must know that a long time ago, when Ye Country was a desolate place like other Beize countries, there were not many monks in Tianbei County, but there were still a considerable number of ordinary people struggling to survive here.
"Separated by a mountain, there are two worlds."
Gu Qing looked at the mountains below him.
There were many monks on the left and right, heading down the mountain.
Gu Qing and the other six people also hurriedly followed.
Wang Tuozi was always flying at the front with his sword, and below him were streaks of escaping light of various colors, flying close to the ground. Some monks used divine walking talismans to rush, and some used body skills to rush. Gu Qing was surrounded by a cloud of light. The white energy often reaches more than ten feet in one step. It is the third form of the Wandering Dragon Sword Step of the Qingxi Sword Technique. Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole cultivator who is walking with the divine walking talisman beside him, is a little surprised.
Lin Changqing's spiritual power is very long-lasting.
Along the way, which spanned thousands of miles, many monks were already pale, obviously exhausted, but Lin Changqing's face was rosy from beginning to end, and he did not show any signs of exhaustion.
At dusk of the second day after arriving in the Beize Kingdoms, more than a hundred monks, led by Wang Tuozi, took a short rest.
Night fell quickly, and on the vast grassland, the cultivators adjusted their breaths in the darkness. Except for the sound of the wind, there was only the faint sound of breathing around until dawn.
Tap tap tap...
The chaotic sound of horse hooves sounded, and all the cultivators woke up from their breath control, and cast their gazes not far ahead.
"Who are you waiting for? Get out of the way!"
A loud shout came from afar, and then a tall figure wearing heavy armor, riding a fiery red war horse, and leading a group of cavalry also wearing heavy armor, rushed towards the cultivators like a torrent.
The strong evil spirit caused the expressions of the cultivators to change slightly.
More than a hundred monks stood up one after another and looked at this group of heavy armored cavalry with strange eyes. This was just an ordinary army, but they had such evil aura. There was something unusual about these people.
Gu Qing was also slightly surprised.
"Don't stop them, we'll continue on our way."
At this time, Wang Tuozi's voice rang in the ears of the cultivators, and then Wang Tuozi stepped on his feet, soared into the sky, and flew away into the distance. Upon seeing this, the cultivators quickly followed up, and in the blink of an eye, a group of heavy armored cavalry were captured. Left behind.
This group of heavy armored cavalry looked at the hundreds of escaping lights that were going away. Their speed slowed down slightly, and the leader showed a look of surprise.
"So many immortal masters!"
She was a little confused.
"Speed up and rush to the Liujishan battlefield!"
Then her expression changed slightly, she thought of something, and shouted loudly.
…
There are five hundred miles of Liuji Mountain and eight thousand feet of Yinfeng Ridge.
As a battlefield for military strategists since ancient times, there have been countless bloodsheds. This five-hundred-mile radius of Liuji Mountain can be said to be piles of bones, with human skins made of felt. If you pick up a handful of soil at will, half of it is bone gravel, and half of it is meat paste. Bloody miasma rose into the sky, like a ferocious beast roaring up to the sky. Most of the hundreds of monks brought by Wang Tuozi looked ugly when they saw this scene.
"Alas, these mortals will die for eternity. They will come and go, and they will be beaten and beaten. It is so bloody and horrific."
Zhuo Chi sighed and shook his head.
Gu Qing didn't respond, just looked ahead strangely.
How come such a place is not occupied by evil cultivators? This was obviously not in line with common sense, so he turned his attention to Wang Tuozi.
At this moment, two groups of more than 10,000 people were fighting fiercely in the depths of Liuji Mountain, with swords and halberds intersecting, and flesh and blood flying everywhere. Someone had spotted Gu Qing and other cultivators in the distance. Wang Tuozi's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this.
"This place is forbidden, keep going!"
He spoke coldly.
This time he did not fly with his sword, but walked forward.
Seeing the confusion among the cultivators, there was a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining who did not believe in evil and flew forward. As soon as he was in the air, a bloody miasma rolled back like a waterfall, and with a pop, the skin and flesh of the monk's body was removed, and blood flowed out. Collapse into the sky.
"ah……!"
As the man screamed after landing, the cultivators looked at the miserable state of this man with most of his flesh and blood gone, and their eyes were horrified.
