Li Yuming nodded, and Li Qingfeng turned his head to Wen Hong and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wen."
Wen Hong snorted and asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes." Li Qingfeng nodded: "There is nothing going on here in the valley. I plan to go there early to avoid losing the reward. After finishing the matter, I will come back early and set up the formation early."
"Okay, you go early and come back early, and be careful along the way." Wen Hong glanced at the children gathered together to talk, stroking his beard and said: "I will watch for you at home, don't worry."
"Well, with Mr. Wen here, I can rest assured." Li Qingfeng smiled and taught Wen Hong all the early warning formations. During this period of time, he deployed many small early warning arrays near the valley, which only reacted to fluctuations in spiritual energy and were not affected by the passing of birds and animals. Although Wen Hong was not a formation master, he had been cultivating immortality for decades, and he was not asked to set up formations. As soon as Li Qingfeng explained it, most of it came to his mind and he nodded to express his understanding.
Li Qingfeng nodded, called Li Qingdong again, and gave him a few words about village affairs. Nowadays, Li Qingfeng has left many of the affairs in the village to Li Qingdong, while he acts as the hands-off shopkeeper. This has caused Li Qingdong's original boring personality to change a bit, and he talks more on weekdays - this actually makes Wen Xiuxiang happy. For a while.
"In the next period of time, there should be villagers from Wangjia Village in the north going south. If my grandfather comes looking for me, you will have to come forward." Li Qingfeng did not shy away from Wen Hong, and said openly: "If you encounter someone who is not very discerning, Yes, when it’s time to teach them a lesson, teach them a lesson. Although they are all fellow villagers, we must let them know that there is a difference between immortals and mortals.”
Because the time was just right, Li Qingfeng guessed that the incident in Wangjiacun had something to do with Li Manzhu - the way the two hunters died sounded quite consistent with her image. However, this helped Li Qingfeng to a certain extent. It allowed people from Wangjia Village to come to defect in batches in this way, which was more conducive to their integration into Lijia Village.
"Okay." Li Qingdong has been with Li Qingfeng for so long, and he has always learned a lot. In addition, during this period of time, Li Qingfeng has entrusted him with many things to help him deal with, and he did not show any timidity, so he nodded and agreed. .
"Besides," Li Qingfeng pulled Li Qingdong over and lowered his voice: "If you have anything to do, you can ask Miss Wen for help. If you have nothing to do, you can also take people around the neighborhood. I think Miss Wen is very willing."
After being teased by various people every day for a few months, Li Qingdong became thicker and thicker. He just blushed slightly, coughed slightly and said, "Okay, I understand."
These words were spoken in a relatively low voice, and Wen Hong probably couldn't hear them. However, after traveling all over the country over the years, he could roughly understand Li Qingfeng and Li Qingfeng just by looking at them. Half disdain and half agreement, I don’t know if Li Qingdong can understand.
After a few words of explanation, Li Qingfeng stopped delaying, said goodbye to several members of the clan, and promised to bring some sweets back to Li Qingqing, so he took the things he should bring with him into the air and headed straight for Da'anfang City.
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Lion's Mane Mountain, the valley where the original monster beasts rioted.
At some point, a huge city was built in what was originally a simple defensive fortification, completely blocking the entire valley. Above the city, ninety-nine and eighty-one huge ink-colored flying swords were flying. They were constantly rotating with the city as the center. There were a lot of blue and white sword energy circling and flying, faintly forming a hazy pillar, covering the entire city. .
Outside the city, there are several groups of monks patrolling and flying around the city in formation. They all have flying swords and are wearing white sword robes. They are obviously disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect. If you look closely, you can see that they are all at the foundation level or above. Monk.
But at this time, all the foundation-building monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect gathered together and formed a formation facing the southwest, all of them with solemn expressions. The two leading old men among them had wisps of true energy emerging from their sides. The green orchid patterns on their sword robes were more numerous and more complicated than those of other foundation builders. It was obvious that they were both real people in the pill formation stage.
But even these two real monks in the alchemy stage had solemn expressions on their faces at this time, looking toward the southwest with a straight face.
Looking along their line of sight, they saw a huge shuttle in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, flying in this direction.
The flying shuttle was extremely large, at least several hundred feet long, almost covering the sun's light. It was completely black and streamlined, with a strange pattern engraved on the shuttle bodies on both sides. It made no sound at all when flying in the air. It was obviously a flying shuttle, but for some reason it was like a black sea wave, silently advancing toward everyone.
On the other side of the city, two real people in the Danjing stage looked at each other, and one of them murmured: "Magic weapon-level shuttle."
The other person frowned, turned his head and told the disciple behind him: "Shoucai, go and inform Master Jinlin, he is from the Zhenyuan Sect, and I'm afraid there will be a real person at the Nascent Soul Stage."
"Yes!" The disciple named "Shou Cai" took the order and left. And the real person who was in the Danjie Stage turned around, frowning even more tightly, half talking to himself, and half saying to another Danjie monk: "They are from the Zhenyuan Sect, and their information is really well-informed. .”
"It's no wonder," another real person in the Danjie Stage nodded in response: "After all, Lion's Mane Mountain is still too close to his Zhenyuan Sect's Fengzhou. Even if we kill all the monks from his sect who know about it, we probably won't be able to seal it off. Stay informed.”
"Yes, I have called Master Jinlin. I hope he can deal with it."
The two real people in the Danjie Stage frowned, looked at each other, and let out a long sigh.
Lion's Mane Mountain is located at the junction of Ningzhou and Bingzhou. In fact, it is not very close to Fengzhou in the southwest. If the monks were to fly there alone, it would take at least several months without rest. But the giant shuttle that is coming towards us is at least a magic weapon-level shuttle. With it, we can get here from Fengzhou in less than a week. This is why the Danjie monk said it was "too close". .
The huge shuttle came like a huge black wave. This was not only a visual pressure, but also brought an inexplicable spiritual pressure.
The foundation-building monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect were all staring at the flying shuttle. They all looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, with beads of sweat dripping from their foreheads. The two Dan-formation monks also frowned, feeling a wave of pressure. It's working on yourself.
"snort."
At this moment, a cold snort came from the city behind the Xuantian Sword Sect monks, causing the eighty-one giant swords in the sky to scream. Following this cold snort, a golden light filled the city, dyeing half of the sky into a different color, which offset most of the pressure caused by the shuttle.
At the same time, the monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies lighten. They looked up and saw an old man wearing a white sword robe with gold edges appearing not far away in the air. He has a square face, black temples, and deep and lively eyes. There is a long sword hanging on his waist, which is simple in style. There is a five-clawed golden dragon tattooed on the scabbard. The golden dragon's eyes are lit by something, as if it is about to fly out. The scabbard looks like it is rising into the sky.
"Uncle Jin Lin!"
With the appearance of the old man, the two real people in the Danjie period spoke in unison, with joy on their faces.
