All the monks who have reached the Great Perfection stage of Zhenqi have shown happy expressions. They have been waiting here for a long time to choose the team members. Yun Jinfeng, the son of Yun Kaitai Biaotong, Xu Zhengdong, the son of Xu Fubiaotong, etc., these are the most prestigious high-level disciples.
, immediately came to the crowd and selected team members to act with them.
What happened next was much simpler. The Zhenqi stage monks found that the strength levels of these thirty or so Zhenqi stage monks were not much different, so they could just pick a few.
Yuwen Zhouyuan, Tan Zhengping, and two other monks were randomly selected by a Dzogchen female cultivator named Fang Yu'e who was in the Zhenqi stage.
After Yun Kai Taibiaotong gave some instructions to the monks, the monks came out of the tent and made final preparations for the cave exploration.
Tan Zhengping followed Fang Yu'e with a smile and said flatteringly: "It's a great honor for me to follow Senior Sister Fang. Senior Sister Fang, which battalion do you belong to? How come I haven't seen you before?"
Fang Yu'e looked very arrogant in front of them, the first-level monks of the Zhenqi stage. In addition, she was so beautiful and cold that she had many suitors in the sect, and she never looked down upon ordinary male disciples.
Fang Yu'e said sternly: "Shut up, you don't need to know these things."
Tan Zhengping suddenly shrank his head and did not dare to ask any more questions. However, he seemed to be unable to hold back without speaking for a while, and soon asked again: "Senior Sister Fang, are we going to Lingshiling Cave in No Return Mountain at noon?
How to arrange it?"
"You are the first to enter the cave!" Fang Yu'e said.
"What, why me?" Tan Zhengping said in shock.
Fang Yu'e sneered and said: "You are so smooth-talking and don't act like a serious person. If you are not allowed to do it, who else can I let you do it? Do you want to let a few other honest junior brothers do it? Look at these three junior brothers, how honest they are, half a sentence
Don’t talk much and ask more questions.”
Yuwen Zhouyuan and two other monks who followed him out silently almost burst into laughter.
This Tan Zhengping talked too much and accidentally bumped into Senior Sister Fang's horse hoof. It is wrong to talk too much, but this is really a good thing. Now that the people are taking the lead, at least they don't have to worry too much about themselves before Tan Zhengping is killed by the monster.
safety.
Fang Yu'e took four people, including Yuwen Zhouyuan, Tan Zhengping, and two other monks in green clothes, to a small tent in the camp to make final preparations.
Fang Yu'e is not very old, about ten years old, but she has the arrogant and delicate air of a high-level disciple of the sect, and she hardly looks at the four monks.
I don’t know which sect this Fang Yu’e is a disciple of.
However, Fang Yu'e was unambiguous in what she did and was quite neat. She directly asked the four of them to take out their weapons, equipment and various items they carried with them, and asked her to check them over, so that they knew each other's strength well.
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The success or failure of this mission to explore the cave is related to the ownership of Zhuyuan Dan, which has a great impact on her, and she dare not be careless.
Fang Yu'e stared at Tan Zhengping. Tan Zhengping had been crying and listless ever since being named by Fang Yu'e to take the lead.
"Here, Senior Sister Fang, this is all my belongings. A low-grade spiritual knife, a demon-binding rope, five low-grade spiritual stones, and a small stack of talismans. The rest is gone." Tan Zhengping put his storage bag
I took out the thing, flashed it, and then quickly stuffed it back.
Fang Yu'e didn't pay attention and turned to look at the other two monks in green clothes.
The two monks in green were quite silent from beginning to end. They introduced themselves.
One of them is Han Xuefeng, a young man in his thirties who is at the eighth level of Qi stage. His words are very polite, respectful and cautious, without showing off his edge.
The other person's surname was Meng, who was at the ninth level of Qi level. He was a skinny old man in his fifties with gray hair. He didn't say his name. When Fang Yu'e asked a question, he only answered half of the sentence, which was so sloppy that it made people uncomfortable.
Fang Yu'e asked a few questions and then lost the patience to pay any more attention.
However, after a few simple interrogations, everyone finally understood why Old Meng wanted to participate in this bloody and cruel cave exploration.
Yunzibiao monks usually do not stay in the monastic camp all the time. If they do not have the hope of advancing to the true essence before the age of 60, and they do not hold any group leader or other deacon positions in the monastic camp, they will usually be sent out to retire.
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Old Man Meng is now in his fifties. He has stayed in the monk camp for a full twenty or thirty years. He has never made any achievements and has no status. He is definitely someone who will be kicked out.
This expedition to Lingshiling Cave in Bugui Mountain can be said to be his last chance.
The two of them were very well prepared. Each of them brought three or four low-level and mid-level spiritual weapons, a small stack of talismans, and more than a dozen spiritual stones, which were essential items.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was the last person to take out the items.
Yuwen Zhouyuan thought about it and took out an intermediate spiritual weapon, the Ice Sword, and a pair of intermediate defensive spiritual weapons, a fine steel shield. Although these two items were snatched from Liu Yunli, they were both sold by street vendors.
There are many people using them, and no one will doubt their origin. In addition, there are more than ten low-level talismans and seven or eight low-level spiritual stones.
Yuwen Zhouyuan estimated that he would definitely use this item after entering the cave. There was no need to hide it. This was basically consistent with his current strength.
As for the seeds of the cage grass, the poison of fire, the low-level magic weapon Silver Light Sword, the top-level spiritual weapon the Soul-Breaking Sword, the top-level spiritual weapon Han Xue obtained from Han Dongyan, the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect, the elixir wine, the turtle shell shield, and the advanced quasi-techniques
Yuwen Zhouyuan did not take out these items such as weapons, wings, and spiritual weapons. This was his trump card at the bottom of the box, just in case something unexpected happened.
What really allows him to save his life in cave exploration depends on these things.
Moreover, Yuwen Zhouyuan is sure that Tan Zhengping, Han Xuefeng, Old Meng and others must have kept their secrets and will not reveal their real trump cards.
As for Fang Yu'e, she had no intention of showing her things to the four Tsing Yi monks. She was the captain, so she only had to know what she knew. The Tsing Yi monks who were serving as cannon fodder didn't need to know so much.
Soon, the morning passed, and each team member got to know each other and was ready.
At noon, Yun Kaitai Biaotong and several other masters from the True Yuan Period came out of the camp tent and gathered together the first seven teams that set off to Lingshi Ridge of No Return Mountain to participate in the cave exploration.
More than forty disciples.
The first refinement was personally led by Yun Kaitai Biaotong and others.
Yun Kaitai patted the storage bag on his waist, and a palm-sized magic weapon flew out from it. It was a scroll, floating in mid-air.
"Open——!" Yun Kaitai drew a scroll with his fingers, waved it far away, and shouted loudly.
The palm-sized scroll flew toward the sky, opened up in the wind, and then swelled wildly. In an instant, it swelled to a diameter of ten feet, whirled in the sky, covering a large area of shadow, and a strong wind blew.
I don’t know what kind of material the scroll is made of. It is as pure white as jade and brilliant. There are many patterns and spells painted on the picture. The clouds and mist are filled and billowing. These clouds and mist suddenly turn into green mountains and beautiful water, and then turn into flying places in the blink of an eye.
Rare birds and galloping spiritual beasts bite each other and eventually form whirlpools and disappear. All these changes attract the attention of all those who watch, as if they are a fairyland in the painting, and people can't help but want to take a closer look.
Hundreds of monks in green clothes who gathered nearby were dumbfounded. Many monks who recognized the treasure exclaimed in a low voice, "Pictures of Stormy Mountains and Rivers, high-level magic weapon!".
"That is Yun Biaotong's most powerful magical weapon!"
"Come on, follow me to the Lingshi Ridge of No Return Mountain!" I don't know when, Yun Kaitai Biaotong was already standing on the tip of the scroll in the wind, his white clothes fluttering, indescribably proud and refined. He looked towards
The monks on the ground shouted coldly, waking up the shocked monks in green.
All the disciples who participated in the expedition jumped up to the mountain and river map one after another.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were gradually drawn into the whirlpool of the wind and clouds, mountains and rivers. He suddenly bit his lips subconsciously and bit out a few drops of blood. Then he suddenly woke up, but he had already been exposed.
Cold sweat.
This magical weapon is so powerful that when I first saw it, I was shocked and was attracted to it unconsciously.
Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't dare to look anymore, and thought to himself: "When I use the Silver Light Sword and instill the true power with all my strength, I can only grow to more than one foot at most, or only two feet at most. Compared to Yun Kai Tai Biao Tong
I don’t know how many times my skill is inferior.”
Under normal circumstances, the size of a magical weapon is itself a symbol of power. The larger the magical weapon, the more materials are consumed, and the more real power is consumed when using it, and the power it exerts is naturally more terrifying.
With such a painting scroll instrument that is more than ten feet long, it is estimated that a monk like him in the Zhenqi stage can be beaten into a pulp with just one shot.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was shocked, and for the first time he felt the terror of a Zhenyuan monk who possessed a magical weapon.
Yuwen Zhouyuan fell into hard thinking for a moment.
Since Yuwen Zhouyuan joined the monk camp, he has devoted himself to training, just to improve his strength quickly, so that he can finally break the void and return to the original world.
He almost never considered other aspects, wealth, power, and women.
Unknowingly, through some strange combination of circumstances, he had managed to become a monk who reached the twelfth level of the True Qi stage. Although he had not been promoted to the True Yuan stage with this level of cultivation, he knew that the ordinary True Yuan stage monks were not his because of his strength.
Opponent, because he jumped up a level and challenged several true essence masters, and also conquered Jiang Gaosheng.
But for this expedition, the senior management of the monk camp wanted him to be cannon fodder, so he had to bite the bullet and become the cannon fodder.
"To live, you must control your own destiny, not others. Only by living can you have a chance to advance and return to your own world!" This thought kept tumbling over and over in Yu Wen Zhouyuan's heart.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were reddish and bloodshot, and his whole body was trembling slightly. He stared at the scroll of more than ten feet in the air, and secretly swore in his heart.
He knew that it was very, very difficult to do this.
In the world of cultivating immortals, only high-level monks are qualified to control their own lives and dominate the lives of low-level monks. The rest are just mediocre people who live in the shadow of high-level monks all their lives.