Yuan Lang and others came together, all curious about the contents of the Paper Crane Gospel.
"Nothing?"
Yuan Lang looked at a piece of white paper and was immediately stunned: "This old guy Zuo Qiu has nothing to do and is posting some paper crane gospel. Is it just for practice?"
"Lao Yuan, if it were you, would you practice the Gospel of Paper Crane on someone else's territory during such an important time as the competition?"
Yang Chen raised his head and asked.
"Junior brother, you mean... what technique did this old guy use to hide the content?"
Yuan Lang lowered his voice and murmured: "Isn't it sending some news to the Soul Gate?"
"It's very possible, but it will take time to find a way to crack it."
Yang Chen put the note away, and then said: "Senior Sister, Third Senior Sister, we will stay here tonight and don't go out."
"We have a feud with Kunlun right now, plus we had a fight with the people from the Divine Medicine Villa last night, and Zuo Qiu is an undercover agent of the Soul Sect. We are now under attack from both sides, so don't go out easily."
"We will leave immediately after this big competition is over."
Yang Chen said with a serious face.
"Yes, Sect Master."
Yang Hehua clasped his fists and smiled.
"Sister, please don't make trouble..."
Hearing the elder sister call him the sect master, Yang Chen looked embarrassed and touched his nose: "Let's go back first."
Wait for a few people to enter the courtyard.
In the mountain forest not far away, the Kunlun Sect disciple who had just led the way quickly called to the disciples around him and lowered his voice: "Let Elder Chen tell the sect master that we have allowed the people from Longhu Mountain to live in according to the previous plan.
Thatched hut at the outer gate.”
"Yes, senior brother."
Another young disciple nodded and disappeared into the woods.
At night, the moon and stars are sparse.
The sky above Kunlun Mountain is dotted with stars.
Li Xiaoran, Situ Jing and others were sitting in the yard, eating their own snacks, heating hot pot, looking at the stars, and gossiping.
At this moment, Yang Chen was sitting cross-legged in the room, using his spiritual consciousness to constantly try to find the restrictions on opening the Paper Crane Gospel, but failed several times.
"This Zuo Qiu's cultivation is only in the middle stage of Qi Condensation Realm. I didn't expect that he could be so mysterious and proficient in barrier techniques. It seems that if he wants to crack it, he has to ask Master Ye."
Yang Chen slowly opened his eyes, turned his hands and put the note into the storage bag.
"Junior brother, what did you find?"
At this moment, Yuan Lang entered the door.
"There are restrictions, so there is nothing we can do for the time being."
"We can only talk about it tomorrow when we see Mrs. Ye."
Yang Chen said and changed the subject: "Is there any news about the old man?"
"Don't you know that old man? He was always elusive. In addition, the position of the sect leader has been handed over to you this time. Now there is no news at all, and I don't know if he has arrived."
Yuan Lang held a cigarette in his mouth and grinned.
"I always feel that the people from the Soul Sect will ruin the competition this time."
Yang Chen murmured.
"People from the Soul Sect can't be so brainless, right? This competition has brought together all the elites of the entire Qi Refining Sect. If he wants to catch them all, he has to see how many of the sect's most powerful people will be involved in this competition.
The alchemy masters will be there."
"Even the Soul Sect at its peak back then only had three powerful people at the Golden Core stage. No matter how powerful the Soul Sect is now, it only has one Golden Core stage at most."
"If he brings someone here, wouldn't he be seeking death?"
Yuan Lang said, throwing a cigarette away: "Don't think about it, these rubbish guys at Kunlun Gate didn't provide us with meals at night. Fortunately, the third senior sister brought snacks when she came, so I had some and drank a few sips.
Shocking."
…
The next morning.
Yang Chen was sleeping with Li Xiaoran in his arms when a rapid knock on the door came from outside.
"Junior brother, get up quickly, something big has happened!"
Yuan Lang kept banging on the door.
"What happened?"
Yang Chen walked out of the door, stretched and said: "It's only eight o'clock, isn't there still an hour before the big competition gathers?"
Li Xiaoran followed Yang Chen without saying a word, but was a little shy.
After all, I was really nervous when my door was knocked down after I slept until now.
"We seem to be trapped."
Situ Jing squinted his eyes and pointed at the sky.
"Um?"
Yang Chen also felt an invisible wave of pressure and immediately mobilized his consciousness.
Sure enough, an invisible energy shield enveloped the entire thatched house, and even Yang Chen's golden elixir stage consciousness was bounced back.
"Junior brother, how are you? We have an hour to go up the mountain to gather. It takes half an hour to hike from here to the top of the mountain."
"If we can't break the barrier now, I'm afraid we will be disqualified from the competition due to being late."
Yang Hehua asked a little nervously.
"This is a confinement formation. It is very mysterious and complex. It should be part of the sect's barrier formation of Kunlun Sect."
When Yang Chen spoke, he had already reached the entrance of the courtyard.
He stretched out his hand to explore, and sure enough, a golden light shield rippled, "It seems that the Kunlun Gate did it on purpose this time. It wants us to be unable to participate in the competition and give our old man a disgrace."