"Stay still and use the techniques yourself, otherwise you will fall down later!"
As soon as he regained consciousness, Zhang Weihe, an old man in the late stage of Qi training from the Zhang family, began to instruct everyone to stabilize their bodies. He had been here once last year and had some experience - this may be the reason why the Zhang family sent him out again.
After listening to his words, everyone quickly made magic formulas to stabilize their bodies. Sure enough, after only a few moments of rest, there were screams from the monks around them, and some monks who had not recovered yet fell downwards. Go, but fortunately, they are all cultivators after all, and they can stabilize their bodies in the end. They just have to hold their chests and take a few breaths.
In fact, before they entered the secret realm, special monks had come to explain these things to them. However, for these monks who were using the space channel for the first time, they would definitely be confused the moment they came out, unless they reacted quickly enough. , or someone reminds me, otherwise, it is normal to be unable to react.
"Everyone, keep steady and keep flying forward!"
Just when a group of monks in the Qi-training period had not yet recovered from the aftereffects of passing through the space passage, a cold command sounded suddenly in everyone's ears. The voice contained spiritual power, and it directly caused the monks who had just come out of the space passage to The monks were all calm, and for a moment, there was a smell that could be smelled.
Li Qingfeng looked up, and sure enough, the source of the voice was a real person in the Danjie stage, but the clothes he wore were not the white sword robe that symbolized the Xuantian Sword Sect, but a light blue robe. There were some patterns of unknown meaning painted on the robe, but since it was worn by a real person in the Danjie stage, it was unlikely that it was simply used for decoration.
There are also many monks stationed on this side of the passage. There is a huge puppet on both sides of the passage. There are several camps of different sizes on the ground not far away. There are formations on them, and there is a slight yellow light. , should all be earth attributes.
"Senior, I'm Gong Dazhi of Jindingmen..."
In the crowd, a foundation-building monk from the Golden Cauldron Sect flew towards the real person in the Dan-formation stage, bowed his hands, took out a token and handed it over, showing great respect. The Master Jiedan Stage glanced at him, waved his hand to call the token, threw it back after looking at it, turned around and called out: "Fellow Daoist Wang, he is from your Xuantian Sword Sect, come and see."
After that, he flew straight towards a camp, ignoring what was going on here, and then a ray of light flew over and stopped in front of Gong Dazhi's eyes.
The person who came looked like a middle-aged man, wearing a white sword robe and carrying a long sword on his back. He was indeed a member of the Xuantian Sword Sect.
He checked the token in Gong Dazhi's hand again, and then glanced at the crowd. He roughly estimated the number of people and nodded. Without saying much, he waved and there was a group of Xuantian Sword Sect monks in white sword robes. Fly to his side and wait for his orders.
"Guangping, Xiaoyong, take them to the camp to find Senior Brother Chen." He gave instructions to the monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect. After receiving the reply, he turned to Gong Dazhi: "Follow the disciples of our sect and restrain them. Your subordinates."
"I understand." Gong Dazhi bowed deeply, and the middle-aged man stopped looking at him, turned around and left like a ray of light.
"Follow us." A Xuantian Sword Sect disciple flew in front of Gong Dazhi, glanced at the monks behind him, and added: "Restrain your people and don't mess up."
"Understood, understood." Gong Dazhi bowed again, turned around and shouted to the disciples of Jinding Sect: "Everyone organize yourself, don't be chaotic, follow the Shangzong monks."
A group of more than three hundred people scattered in the air, heading southeast.
"Third brother, it's so hot here."
In the air, Li Qingqing flew to Li Qingfeng's side and whispered to him in a low voice.
"Yeah, indeed."
Li Qingfeng glanced at her and nodded in agreement.
This is true. Unlike the winter outside, which is already December, the air in this secret realm is humid and hot. Even the wind blowing in the face is hot and humid, making people feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, everyone is a cultivator and is more adaptable to the environment than ordinary people. This change in temperature will not have much impact on them.
As for Li Qingqing, Li Qingfeng knew that she was accustomed to come here to play coquettishly with him, so he cooperated quite well. He reached out and touched her head, and formed a small ice pick for her to hold to cool her down. Sure enough, Li Qingqing said nothing after taking the small ice pick. He held it with his left hand and his right hand, and followed Li Qingfeng obediently. He did not look like a monk in the middle of Qi training.
After flying for less than a stick of incense, a large continuous cloud appeared in everyone's eyes.
The clouds and mist are white, very thick and very wide across the area, and the two wings extend continuously towards the southwest and northeast. If you look carefully with luck skills, you can faintly see a camp appearing in the rolling clouds and mist.
The strange thing is that even though the cloud and mist are right in front of everyone's eyes, the camp in it is still vaguely visible, but even in Li Qingfeng's spiritual sense, it is empty there. How can there be anything there?
The fourth-level formation... this is the camp, Li Qingfeng thought to himself.
He saw a group of monks flying out of the camp, all of whom were disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect. After the leading monk had a few words with the Xuantian Sword Sect monks on Li Qingfeng's side, he cast the "Qingyin Curse" and ordered: "Everyone falls to the ground. I will release the restrictions for you. After entering the camp, you must register first. You are not allowed to make noise or cause chaos, otherwise you will be killed on the spot!"
His words were more like a routine matter than making a show of force. After all, he had already made two rounds of blows before, and no one wanted to touch Shang Zong's brow. Therefore, Li Qingfeng and others followed the other party's command and landed. On the ground, people lined up to enter the camp and register their identities.
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"Are you from the Jinding Sect?" In front of the long table, a rather old middle-aged man looked at Gong Dazhi in front of him, waved his hand to summon a file, looked through it twice, and asked: "Who are you in front of the Jinding Sect?" A wave of sun has come, and the leader is Guo Yuan, right?"
Gong Dazhi in front of him quickly nodded: "Yes, Guo Yuan belongs to my Jinding Sect."
"Everything has been settled? Have you finished registering?" The middle-aged man turned to the Xuantian Sword Sect disciple next to Gong Dazhi. The disciple bowed his hands in salute and replied: "Back to Master, everyone has been registered. This time, Jinding Sect has sent a total of two hundred Eighty-five people, plus the 122 people from last time, there are 407 people in total, including four foundation-building monks and the rest are all Qi-training monks."
"Four... OK." The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and then ordered: "Ignore the foundation-building monks for now. The remaining people will be divided according to their belongings. Then arrange for someone to tell them about the habits of the Elephant Clan. This You go and make arrangements.”
"Yes." The disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect bowed, and the middle-aged man turned his eyes to Gong Dazhi: "Go and help, and then come over with the other three foundation builders. I have other arrangements."
"I understand." Gong Dazhi bowed his head and saluted, then followed the Xuantian Sword Sect disciple down.
