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As the Yin clan of Baicaomen retreated, Qin Fengming did not stop driving the drumsticks, but moved towards the Baicaomen people who were blocking the entrance to Biyou Valley.
The huge war drum moved accordingly, and the sound of the drum was still heard. Within a radius of a hundred feet, no monk dared to stay inside.
Seeing the Baicaomen monks retreating again and again, many casual cultivators looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. With a cry, "Hurry up and enter the valley with your seniors."
The cultivators suddenly became excited and swayed wildly. Following Qin Fengming, they rushed towards the entrance passage of Biyou Valley.
Seeing this, the two evil spirits of the Yin family knew that something was wrong, but they were helpless for a moment. With the yellow-faced middle-aged man in front of them, they had no intention of resisting. The other party's spiritual weapon was too sharp for the two of them to resist.
Yin's Shuangsha led the Baicaomen people to retreat while waving their hands and offering a transmission talisman.
The entrance to the Biyou Valley is not very long, only a few miles. Qin Fengming moved quickly and completed it in just a cup of tea.
With a sudden light in front of him, a huge and vast valley appeared in front of Qin Fengming. On both sides of the valley, tall peaks stand towering, stretching into the distance.
In the valley, there are many mountain peaks faintly visible in the distance. Green grass and green trees cover the entire valley. Colorful butterflies are flying and hundreds of birds are passing through. It is a vibrant and blessed land of gods.
As soon as they entered the valley, all the cultivators shouted and dispersed, flying towards the distant mountains and forests. Everyone in Baicaomen tried to intercept him again, but they couldn't do anything.
As everyone flew away, Qin Fengming immediately put away the spiritual weapon, stared blankly at Yin's Shuangsha, and then stood up and left.
Regarding Qin Fengming's departure, although the two evil spirits of the Yin family were angry in their hearts, they knew that they were no match for the other party. They could only glare for a moment, then waved their hands and led the Baicaomen people to fly in a certain direction.
Not long after Qin Fengming led many casual cultivators into the Biyou Valley, two more groups of cultivators flew in from two directions outside the valley. After a burst of sound, the two groups of monks stopped at the mouth of the valley.
The number of these two groups of monks is between a dozen, but looking at their cultivation, there is no doubt that they are all foundation-building monks.
"Brother Nanyu, I never thought that your Lingxu Sect would receive the news so quickly, even earlier than ours in Qingliang Mountain."
Everyone stood still, and one of them, an old man with a white beard, chuckled, raised his hands and said to the other group of monks.
"Hahaha, who do I think it is? It turns out to be Brother Zhou. Although I am a little far away from here, don't forget that Fangshi, not far from here, was originally founded by me, Lingxu Sect. Although I, Lingxu Sect, have moved We have left this place, but the foundation is still there, so I can get some information sooner."
An old man with white hair among the monks opposite also laughed twice and said kindly, as if these two groups of monks were very familiar with each other.
"Brother Zhou, I don't know if the news is accurate. Is it true that there is a psychic treasure here?"
After a pause, the gray-haired old man changed his face and asked solemnly.
"I don't know the specific details, but my disciples once said that there were indeed visions coming from this place. Whether it was the birth of a psychic treasure or not, I don't know."
The old man surnamed Zhou pondered for a moment and replied calmly. It seems that he doesn't really believe in the strange treasures born in this place.
"It's really strange. There were many monks here just now, but now there is no one left? Could it be that old man Cang Wu changed his temper and let those casual cultivators enter the valley?" The white-haired old man glanced around for a moment, with a look of confusion on his face.
"When I received the news, I heard that hundreds of casual cultivators had gathered here. Now that two days have passed, I am afraid that there are thousands of people at this time. Even if Cangwuzi relies on being a local landlord, there is no way he can even think about it. Stop so many monks from entering."
The monk surnamed Zhou smiled slightly and said hehe.
"In this case, we both should enter the valley as soon as possible. Otherwise, if any treasure really appears, Cang Wuzi will be the first to get there." Hearing this, the crane-haired old man immediately replied.
"Brother Nanyu, I have another idea. I want to negotiate with Brother Nanyu."
Just when the crane-haired old man from Lingxu Sect wanted to get up, the monk surnamed Zhou spoke up and stopped him.
"Oh, I don't know when Brother Zhou had a discussion. You and I have been friends for generations. If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter." The white-haired old man was stunned and immediately stopped and asked.
"Haha, no one else, it's just this treasure hunting trip. Brother, I feel a little lonely. Although there are no alchemy monks nearby, there are a lot of casual cultivators nearby, and there are still sects. If we fight together, It is really difficult for one sect alone to make a difference."
"How about we, Qingliangshan and Lingxu Sect, form an alliance. No matter who gains something later, the other sect will definitely protect us together. This can superimpose the strength of our two sects. Facing the crisis behind, we can also protect ourselves more." force."
The old man surnamed Zhou smiled slightly, slowly said what he was thinking, and waited patiently for the reply from the white-haired old man.
When the old man with white hair heard this, he nodded secretly in his heart. Zhou Bo was worthy of being called a divine fortune teller. He was always ahead of his opponents. After nodding lightly, the old man with white hair smiled and replied:
"What Brother Zhou said is absolutely true. You and I, our sect, can still deal with Old Cang Wu when we meet him alone. But if we face thousands of casual cultivators, it will be difficult for us to fight against him. Brother Zhou's suggestion is exactly what I want. "
The two of them signed an offensive and defensive alliance in an instant, so without further delay, the monks got up and flew towards the Biyou Valley.
Qin Fengming left the crowd, turned around and disappeared into a hidden place. He quickly changed his clothes and his face changed into the appearance of a dark-faced young man. Then he moved and flew deep into the Green Valley again.
Although there were thousands of monks entering the Biyou Valley, in such a vast place, the number of people still seemed too sparse. The entrance that was bustling just now disappeared in an instant.
While Qin Fengming was flying, his consciousness was fully activated, and he carefully scanned the area within a radius of seventy or eighty miles. But I saw many Qi-gathering monks flying in all directions, with no common direction. It seems that most monks do not have a clear understanding of where the vision is generated.
But after a brief glance, he confirmed a direction. With a turn of his body, he immediately went at full speed and headed in that direction.
He didn't know where the psychic thing was, but because he heard two monks say at the entrance of Biyou Valley, they were the first to discover the vision, and they didn't want to be expelled by Baicaomen who arrived later. .
Qin Fengming remembered the appearance of the two people at that time, and now he searched for them and found them immediately. If the two of them fly in the direction they are traveling, there will definitely be no mistakes.
After a meal, Qin Fengming had already passed by the wave of monks where the two people were. It went straight forward without slowing down at all.
