Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

As the two demons of the Yin family of Baicao Gate retreated, Qin Fengming did not stop driving the drumsticks but moved toward the people at Baicao Gate who were blocking the entrance to Biyou Valley.

The huge war drum moved accordingly and the sound of the drum was still heard. No monk dares to stay within a hundred feet of it.

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 were suddenly excited and swaying around, following Qin Fengming as they rushed toward the entrance to Biyou Valley.

When the two evil spirits of the Yin family saw this, they knew something was wrong, but the two of them were unable to stand in front of them. The yellow-faced middle-aged man stood in front of them, and they had no intention of resisting. The opponent's spiritual weapon is too sharp for the two of us to resist.

Yin's Shuangsha led the people of Baicao Sect while retreating and waving their hands to offer a teleportation note.

The entrance to Biyou Valley is not very long, only a few miles. Qin Fengming moved quickly and covered it in just a cup of tea.

Suddenly, a huge and vast valley appeared in front of Qin Fengming. Tall peaks stand tall on both sides of the valley and stretch into the distance.

Within the valley, many peaks are faintly visible in the distance, showing green grass and green trees. The entire valley is full of colorful butterflies and hundreds of birds, making it a paradise full of vitality.

As soon as they entered the valley, all the cultivators shouted and immediately dispersed and flew towards the distant mountains and forests. Everyone in Baicao Sect tried to intercept him but had no way of doing it.

As everyone flew into the distance, Qin Fengming immediately put away his spiritual weapon, looked at Yin's Shuangsha blankly, and then stood up and left.

Although Qin Fengming left the Yin family, Shuangsha was angry, but he knew that he was no match for the opponent. He could only glare for a moment and then waved his hands to lead everyone in Baicaomen to fly in a certain direction.

Just after Qin Fengming led many casual cultivators into the Biyou Valley, two groups of cultivators flew in from two directions. 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 judging from their cultivation level, there is no doubt that they are all foundation-building monks.

"Brother Nanyu never thought that our Lingxu Sect would get the news so quickly, even earlier than our Qingliang Mountain."

Everyone stood still and an old man with a white beard chuckled and said to the other group of monks.

"Hahahaha, who should it be? 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 Lingxu Sect. Although Lingxu Sect has moved away from here, the foundation is still there. Some news. You can get it sooner.

"

An old man with gray hair among the monks opposite also laughed twice and said to Yan, as if the 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's face changed and he asked solemnly.

"I don't know the details, but my disciples have said that there are indeed strange phenomena coming out of this place. I don't know whether it is the birth of a psychic treasure."

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 here.

"It's really strange. There were many monks here just now, so why is there no one here at this time? Could it be that old man Cangwu changed his temper and let those casual cultivators enter the valley?" The white-haired old man paused for a moment. He glanced 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 Cang Wuzi, who relies on the local landowner, can't even think of blocking the entry of so many cultivators."

The monk surnamed Zhou smiled slightly and said.

"In this case, both of us must enter the valley as soon as possible. Otherwise, Cang Wuzi will be the first to get there if there is any real treasure." The old man with gray hair answered immediately after hearing this.

"Brother Nanyu also tried to negotiate with Brother Nanyu."

Just when the crane-haired old man from the Lingxu Sect wanted to get up, the monk surnamed Zhou spoke up and stopped him.

"Oh, I don't know when Brother Zhou came to discuss it. The two families have been friends for generations, but it doesn't matter." The white-haired old man stopped immediately and asked.

"Haha, it's just that this treasure hunting trip is a little touching for me. Although there are no alchemy monks nearby, there are a lot of casual cultivators nearby, and there are still sects. If there is a melee, it will be difficult for one sect alone to do anything."

"It's better to form an alliance between Qingliang Mountain and Lingxu Sect. No matter who captures the other one later, they will definitely protect each other together. This can superimpose the strength of the two sects and provide more self-protection in the face of subsequent crises."

The old man surnamed Zhou smiled slightly and slowly said what was on his mind, waiting for the gray-haired old man's reply.

Hearing this, the old man with white hair nodded secretly in his heart. Zhou Bo is worthy of being called the divine fortune teller, and he is the enemy of all things. He nodded lightly first, and then the old man with white hair smiled and replied:

"What Brother Zhou said is that the sect can still deal with Old Cangwu if we meet him alone. If we face thousands of casual cultivators, it will be difficult for us to resist. Brother Zhou's proposal is exactly what I want."

The two of them signed an offensive and defensive alliance in an instant, and without further delay, all the monks got up and flew into the Biyou Valley.

Qin Fengming left the crowd, turned around and disappeared into a hiding place. He quickly changed his clothes and his face into the appearance of a dark-faced young man. Then he moved towards the depths of the Biyou Valley again.

Although thousands of monks entered the Biyou Valley, the number of people in such a vast place still seemed too sparse. The entrance that was bustling with people 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 without a 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 and immediately turned around and headed in that direction at full speed.

The location of the psychic thing is not known, but because at the entrance of Biyou Valley, two monks said that they were the first to discover the vision and did not want to be expelled by Baicao Gate later.

Qin Fengming remembered the appearance of the two people at that time, and immediately found them after searching. There will definitely be no mistakes if they fly in the direction they are traveling.

After a meal, Qin Fengming had already passed by the wave of monks where the two people were. The speed did not slow down at all and went straight forward.