The person who came was a casual cultivator.
The several forces that entered the secret realm of Langshan this time were all wearing uniform costumes. For example, what Yang Zhen is wearing at this time is the black robe of the Zhao family, with a silver sword engraved on the back, which looks majestic.
There are only casual cultivators, but they all wear different clothes. Some are very fancy and dressed up like a nouveau riche in the world, while some are shabby and don't even look as good as a beggar from the White Tiger Temple.
The approaching casual cultivator, according to Yiyi's description, was wearing a gray robe, which did not match any other family's clothes. And as the little thing described this person's appearance, Yang Zhen couldn't help but smile.
A few wisps of rat whiskers, skinny and extremely tall. Isn't this the guy with a fierce look on his face?
An acquaintance!
This body method is strange, like a dry piece of wood, it moved forward several feet in the blink of an eye, but if you look carefully, you don't seem to notice any movement.
Yang Zhen pretended not to notice the approach of this person, but looked up at the sky and silently calculated her position.
The sun in the secret realm is no different from the outside world, but its position in the sky is different at every moment.
By using the different corresponding positions at different times and comparing it with your own angle, you can calculate your own position.
Yang Zhen quickly concluded that she was in the southeast of the secret realm, about two hundred miles away from the nearest gathering point of the Zhao family.
This distance, with his current body, is at most two hours.
It was still early, so he felt relieved. At this time, the casual cultivator was already close to three feet away from him, and was hidden among the bushes.
This distance, in theory, should be safe.
The monk's spiritual consciousness is like the radar of Yang Zhen's previous life. The farther the distance, the less sensitive the sensitivity.
Within a range of one-tenth of the length of spiritual consciousness, monks can achieve precise sensing, so usually those who follow and spy will be outside this range.
The distance of three feet is equivalent to this person's estimate of Yang Zhen's spiritual consciousness, which is within thirty feet.
It's a pity that Yang Zhen doesn't need to pay attention to him at all.
Because there are clothes.
Every move of this person cannot escape her attention.
The man sneered and held a flying knife in his hand.
Although his cultivation level is much higher than that of the young man in front of him, after walking in the world for so many years, the word "stability" is what he pays attention to.
Those who can win by sneak attacks will never fight head-on!
He penetrated the magic weapon into the flying knife and quietly raised his right hand, preparing to throw it out.
His movements were very slight, like a cheetah in the jungle on the eve of prey, and his whole body was highly concentrated.
Even if it's a sneak attack, I still have to hold on!
He felt proud, as if he saw the next breath, the young man was already lying half dead, and he was looking through his storage bag proudly!
Suddenly, his eyes were dazzled, and a dazzling light exploded on his head.
In a daze, a question flashed through his mind:
Where did the lightning come from in broad daylight?
…
A few breaths later, the man's face was charred and black, and his whole body was tied with a fairy rope. He was lying half dead. A young man was squatting on the ground, looking through his storage bag.
Some golden ling fruits and hundreds of spiritual herbs, that's all!
Thanks to you, you still have perfected your qi practice, which is not even half of what I have achieved.
Yang Zhen felt contempt in her heart and continued to look at, well, a few stones.
This is the red sun stone. When you hold it in your hand and weigh it, it is about ten kilograms, worth three to four hundred spirit stones.
good!
Yang Zhen calculated from the calculation just now that he is located in Chiyang Mountain, which is rich in Chiyang Stone.
It's just that few people mine the minerals in the secret area because they don't have enough time.
Unexpectedly, this man picked up a few pieces on the street, which just happened to give him an advantage.
Adding up the other magic weapons, elixirs, and talismans, there are probably two to three hundred spirit stones.
On the other hand, there are only a dozen or so real spirit stones. He must have known that there would be no need for such things in the secret realm, so he tried not to bring them with him.
The total of seven, seven, eight, and eight is less than a thousand spiritual stones. Alas, life is not easy for casual cultivators!
Suddenly, an atlas caught his attention.
This map book is similar to the one distributed by the Zhao family, except that it lacks instructions such as the gathering points of the Zhao family.
However, on the general map, there is an imperceptible black spot in the valley near Xiaolang Mountain.
He marked this place!
This person, like Hou Xian, is also a participant!
Yang Zhen was so happy that she scooped out a glass of cold water and poured it on the man's face.
"Brother, stop pretending to be dead."
"Little brother, I was struck by lightning. Did you save me?" The man opened his eyes and showed a grateful expression.
"Okay, stop acting," Yang Zhen said with a smile: "Brother, please tell me your name and identity, we know each other."
"Niu Youde is a guest of the Qin family in Yunyou County, Liuxian County." The visitor was very cooperative.
Liuxian County is a large county in the south of Yunzhou. As for the Qin family, Yang Zhen doesn't know much about it. However, if you invite a qi-training monk to be your guest, it must not be a big cultivating family.
"Well, keep going!"
"Four spiritual roots, perfect Qi training, fifty-three years old." Niu Youde told the whole story about himself.
"How many people do you have?" Yang Zhen asked unexpectedly.
"What?" Niu Youde was stunned.
"Stop pretending," Yang Zhen began to lie: "You know exactly what you want to do in the secret realm this time. As for me, some know and some don't. It depends on whether you are willing to tell me."
"Don't hide it!" Yang Zhen took out the man's flying knife and drew it on his face: "Otherwise, my brother's handsome face will not be preserved!"
"Don't, don't!" The man begged repeatedly: "Brother, I really don't know what you are talking about! Aren't I just robbing you? Take everything away and let me go."
"It seems that you don't want to talk about Xiaolangshan!" Yang Zhen raised the knife and made a long gash on the man's cheek.
"Ah!" Niu Youde screamed, but unfortunately his hands were tied and he couldn't cover the pain, let alone carry out treatment.
Yang Zhen cast a [Healing Technique], and the man's wound immediately stopped bleeding and slowly began to recover.
"This is a warning, I don't want another one," he said coldly, "Tell me everything you know!"
The man swallowed and his expression was very ferocious. This was because the itching when the wound was healing was unbearable.
After a moment of silence, Niu Youde hesitated and said: "There are seven, no, eight of us."
Yang Zhen looked at him calmly and did not question the change in his words.
This made Niu Youde feel uncertain about how much this young man knew.
He continued to hesitate:
"The most recent gathering was a month ago. There were seven people at that time..."
Yang Zhen remained expressionless and did not urge him.
"Later, another person came with his face covered. I don't know what he looked like. We each also had our faces covered."
"This person told us that everything in the secret realm needs to follow the arrangements."
As he spoke, he looked at Yang Zhen's face, but he still couldn't see anything on the young man's face.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and confided: "This convener is a woman!"
