After Ye Yang announced the rules, he began to issue tokens. The tokens were just ordinary jade tubes with their own identity marks inside.
Su Fan took the jade tube and threw it casually into the storage bag. He smiled and said, "It's best not to hand this thing into other people's hands."
After a few joking laughter, everyone entered into meditation at this moment, and an extremely nervous mood rose during the meditation.
It was already bright before the first ray of morning light appeared. After a night of preparation, everyone was at their peak at this moment. Some people's plans may have been formed, and some people's strategies were already complete.
Su Fan quietly put his spiritual thoughts into his storage bag and quickly retrieved the legendary broken sword that had been preserved intact during the catastrophe. After confirming that it indeed existed, Su Fan finally smiled at Yu Ming with confidence.
Yu Ming said with a helpless smile: "It's not yet time to start, are we really going to listen to the Yongle Sect's progress?"
Su Fan patted Yu Ming's shoulder lightly and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter whether it's one or the other."
It is indeed not a problem, but what Yu Ming doesn't want is this kind of self-action of the Yongle Sect, which ignores the other two parties and makes opinions in order to please the other parties.
"If he were allowed to go in like this, it would definitely boost their morale."
Su Fan was startled, this is indeed a problem. When the strength is roughly equal, morale is extremely important. If one side's morale is higher than the other's, then the chance of winning is extremely high.
"Ye Yang must have thought so too. This two-birds-with-one-stone strategy is indeed a clever one, but we don't necessarily lose, right? Our people... it's better for us to go back."
"Go back?" Yu Ming suddenly turned around and looked at Su Fan. He didn't know what he meant. It took him a long time to recover and sighed: "Yes, let's go back." After saying this, Yu Ming smiled knowingly at Su Fan.
In the early morning, the mist rises outside the Qingming Valley, making it look like a fairyland on earth. This misty and hazy scene is somewhat similar to Luoxian City.
The rapids of the river stir up layers of water, and there are fish swimming in a suddenly formed pool. The green grass on the shore is lush, calling for the chicks flying in the sky to come down and play.
Su Fan was watching this scene from beginning to end, completely ignoring the valley gate that was about to open, as if all this was more interesting than the competition. Fortunately, the disciples of the Xuanji Sect had long been accustomed to being so indifferent and did not say anything.
Ye Yang, who was not far away, glanced at Su Fan coldly, looked at Su Fan with his spiritual mind in an extremely rude way, then snorted softly, patted the storage bag and held a dagger in his hand.
Suddenly, Su Fan felt that the jade pendant that had disappeared for a long time seemed to have feelings again. Previously, the jade pendant had merged into the Nascent Soul, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it.
At this moment, there was sudden movement. Su Fan quickly reached into his spiritual mind, searched several times, and finally found the familiar figure somewhere in the Nascent Soul. The guilt he felt towards Lan Yifeng in his heart finally subsided.
At this moment, the jade pendant was emitting an extremely dazzling light, which seemed to be related to his promotion to Yuanying. But in the flickering of the jade pendant, Su Fan had a very clear feeling about something in his heart.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a dagger floating in the air. It was an extremely ordinary dagger, without even a sheath. It was inlaid with a tacky ruby, but that clear feeling clearly came from this.
Su Fan believed in Yu Pei's judgment, and every time Yu Pei made a judgment, he was right, so Su Fan had made up his mind to get the dagger, but how to get it, speaking of Su Fan's current cultivation level, he couldn't even hurt Ye Yang.
After sighing secretly, he made precise calculations and plans. Su Fan did not tell anyone about this matter, because no one could tell anything about the jade pendant.
Su Fan couldn't help but pay attention to the opening of the dagger because of his peek. The members of the Crazy Knife Sect were standing not far away with great fanaticism, as if they were waiting to enter and start a killing spree to console themselves for this silent night.
As for the disciples of Tiannan Temple, they stood there with cold expressions, staring at the dagger without any expression, silently waiting for the opening of Qingming Valley.
Ye Yang opened his hands slightly and placed the dagger in front of his chest. The tip of the dagger pointed vertically at the ground and rotated rapidly. For a moment, thunder continued around the dagger, and the rays of light kept flashing, which was extremely clear even under the sun.
The power of the thunder was not that powerful. It was like a strike from an ordinary Foundation-building thunder cultivator, but it contained something that Su Fan couldn't detect, and he didn't even dare to look at it for a long time.
"That was brought out by the power of the Yongle Sect from the Qingming Valley."
During Yu Mingjian, Su Fan had been looking at the dagger and hurriedly explained.
Su Fan nodded slightly and asked, "Why was that sect in Qingming Valley destroyed?"
Yu Ming frowned slightly and seemed to have thought about it for a long time, but in the end he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How could we know about such secrets related to the imperial capital? Besides, it has been a thousand years."
As a thunder echoed through Qingming Valley.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Ye Yang, and they saw his fingers moving slightly, and the dagger was gently slashed in the direction of his fingers, and a crack suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Suddenly, the water mist in the mountain rolled up in an instant and rushed straight into the crack. The crack was pushed bigger and bigger, and a whirlpool with a height of one foot suddenly emerged.
Ye Yang smiled proudly, quickly put the dagger into his storage bag, and said with a smile: "This is a teleportation formation that can be teleported directly into Qingming Valley, which is the venue for this competition."
"Perhaps people in the Gezi faction have also learned that Qingming Valley was originally a ten thousand year old sect, but it has been abandoned long ago. However, being abandoned does not mean that it has disappeared. There are still ruins within it."
"So this competition can also be said to be a treasure hunt. There are many magic weapons in it. Even the remains of the sages may exist. Everyone will get all the magic weapons according to their own strength."
"One more thing, after thousands of years of transformation, this formation now has some problems. Only fifteen people can be teleported out at a time, and then fifteen more people can be teleported. The first fifteen people can be teleported to the same place."
"When the next group teleports, it may not land where the previous fifteen people landed, so if you encounter danger, you need to be careful."
After saying that, Ye Yang chuckled lightly, looked at everyone in the Xuanji Sect, and said with a smile: "Do you have any questions to ask? If not, I can enter."
Su Fan smiled lightly and said: "No problem, Fellow Daoist Ye, your Yongle Sect is a big sect, so go ahead."
Ye Yang was startled, and glanced at everyone in the Crazy Blade Sect with an invisible gaze. After seeing that there was nothing strange, he said coldly: "In that case, I will go in first, and all fellow Taoists will meet later.
Please include more.”
Afterwards, Ye Yang raised his fist towards the Crazy Blade Sect and was the first to enter the whirlpool. Then all the Yongle Sect disciples followed him in. The three Nascent Soul stage monks were at the end of the team.
When the last Nascent Soul cultivator walked into the vortex, a beam of light rose up, followed by a sharp roar, the beam gradually faded, and the vortex returned to calm again.
The short man from the Crazy Sword Sect glanced at Su Fan with great fear, and entered the whirlpool first. Behind him, the extremely burly monks wearing animal skins also followed closely, waving their swords and shouting as they entered the whirlpool.
Su Fan smiled faintly, walked towards the disciples of Tiannan Temple, held his fists respectfully, and said: "Fellow Daoist Li, please take care of me after you go in. Maybe we are not enemies."
Li Mingxuan looked as usual, still cold, and said: "It's too early to say this at this time. Let's talk when we meet after entering."
Su Fan nodded and left with a smile.
One of the disciples of Tiannan Temple suddenly asked, "Senior brother, the Mobei Kuangdao Sect and I are originally hostile, and the Yongle Sect has severely suppressed other factions. However, I think the Xuanji Sect has the intention of becoming friends.
Why did senior brother refuse?"
Li Mingxuan's words suddenly became cold, and he said in a cold voice: "According to what I heard, the Xuanji Sect is a sect affiliated with the Yongle Sect. The two must be involved. If you rush to make friends with them, you won't be fooled."
The disciple was puzzled and said: "I think there seems to be some disagreement between Su Fan and Ye Yang. We should seize this opportunity."
Li Mingxuan looked angry and shouted softly: "Don't forget the real purpose of our coming this time. There can be no mistakes in what the master of the temple has explained. The more people know about it, the more dangerous it will be."
After all, the disciple couldn't resist the pressure of the word Guanzhu, and finally had no choice but to shake his head and sigh.
"Don't think that I can't let those disciples of the Crazy Blade Sect come and go without anyone's help. I remember all the killings they made along the way, and the only one the temple master said to be careful about is Su Fan."
After Li Mingxuan spat out these words coldly, he stepped into the whirlpool, completely ignoring the Xuanji Sect disciples who were watching on the sidelines. The Tiannanguan disciples had no choice but to follow closely behind.
After it calmed down again, the water vapor in the mountains had long been sucked dry, and the bright sun rose into the sky again.
Su Fan then walked into the whirlpool unhurriedly. There was another space in the whirlpool. There was a slot the size of a spiritual stone on the four walls, waiting for everyone to enter and stand.
Su Fan took out a low-grade spiritual stone and placed it in the card slot. Then an extremely dazzling light spread across the crowd, and a sharp roar sounded in his ears.
When I opened my eyes again, the environment had changed drastically. It was extremely dark, very hot and humid, and a layer of mist quickly adhered to my body.
There were layers upon layers of rotten dead leaves beneath my feet, and the sky was blocked by tall trees. The ray of sunlight that could vaguely penetrate was also swallowed up in mid-air and disappeared.
Therefore, the sun could only be seen above the head, but there was no sunshine under the feet. This strange scene made the disciples marvel for a while, and then they should move on.
Since it is said to be a treasure hunt, it must be a treasure hunt. This kind of good opportunity does not happen every time, at least that's what Su Fan thought, because his storage bag was already empty.
After resting for a while, everyone moved aimlessly in a certain direction. Due to the strange environment, Su Fan did not allow everyone to fly. Yu Ming also strongly agreed with this point.
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, but I’m already far away from where I landed.
Suddenly there was a loud roar.
Yu Ming's eyes widened, and he suddenly said in a cold voice: "It's the breath of wild beasts."