Although there is the cover of the Flying Cavalry Tribe, there are still a large number of monks from the Wangyue Realm, centered on the major camps near Wangyue City, infiltrating into the various spirit stone veins around Xuanye City, and from time to time, they have fallen into the hands of the foreign monks.
They launched an attack on the spiritual mines in the city and some areas rich in spiritual grass. Although there was the cover of the Flying Cavalry Tribe, they could not completely take care of it. Many places around Xuanye City are surrounded by high mountains and towering trees.
There are also some places that are densely covered with miasma, and spiritual birds are not willing to go to such places.
There are also some smoke-filled and mixed smells, and it is difficult to find traces of the activities of small groups of monks. It is naturally unrealistic to let these flying tribesmen land to the ground to search for them. Once they land on the ground, they lose their advantage in the air.
, they are like tigers with their teeth pulled out, no longer a deterrent to the monks of the Moon Watching World. By fighting on the ground, the monks of the Moon Watching World will have more experience.
"Why are there so many monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe, more than thirty knights? My God, they usually only have one team acting alone. Unless they encounter many people from our Moon Watching Realm, they will send out two or even three teams together.
Action, what is this going to do? Have you discovered us?"
At this time, no one noticed that there were several cracks of varying widths under the rich bushes on the ground. In the cracks, there were traces of earth spiritual energy emerging from the ground, and the breath of low-level spiritual grasses surrounding them filled the cracks.
The hidden monk's own aura is covered up. As long as the people inside do not take the initiative to expose themselves, even ordinary foundation-building monks will not notice anything strange inside if they get closer. The world of immortal cultivation is huge, and there are many strange terrains in front of you.
The cracks on the ground are just one of thousands.
One of the young monks among them shuddered when he saw how many flying warriors were flying in the sky.
"I'd have discovered it earlier. There have been several waves of flying knights before." The white-browed old man from the Qingdan Palace next to him said cautiously and cautiously, "Please pay attention to each other and try not to make any strange movements, in case these people are alarmed.
Flying Cavalry, if you provoke other foreign monks, we will be dead."
"No, senior sister, look, these people from the Flying Cavalry Tribe seem to be chasing that silver-haired young man." A monk in the cracks in the ground suddenly reminded him in a low voice.
"They are so fast!" There were many people in the cracks in the ground, but everyone was very careful, lest they alarm the monks above.
"No, that silver-haired young man is crazy. He actually rushed towards the monks of the Flying Cavalry Tribe. What is that mount of his? The aura is so powerful!"
"It should be a monk from our Wangyue Realm. I don't know which sect he belongs to. He can subdue such a flying silver corpse. He must be very powerful. However, he was discovered by several monks from the Flying Riding Tribe. He must also be doing something.
It is impossible to survive the dying struggle, but it is a pity." The white-browed old man who had spoken before couldn't help but sigh at this time.
"Senior Sister Zhu, why do I look like that silver-haired young man looks like Senior Brother Lu?" A female cultivator in green pulled Zhu Ling next to her.
"Senior Brother Lu? I also think it's a bit similar, but I'm not completely sure." Zhu Ling's eyes were a little suspicious at first, but in her memory, Lu Xiaotian looked calm and indifferent most of the time. The only time they interacted was
The experience of entering the bloody forbidden land.
At this time, although the silver-haired young man looked equally indifferent, it was rare for him to face the soaring fighting spirit of dozens of flying cavalry alone. Lu Xiaotian rarely stayed in Lingxiao Palace since the foundation was established.
During that time at Qingyue Peak, they were either refining alchemy or in seclusion. Even Su Qing, Wu Yan and Lu Xiaotian's best friends could hardly see each other, let alone her and Leng Qiaoyu, who only heard about them occasionally.
There were some rumors about Lu Xiaotian. Coupled with his silver hair, Zhu Ling couldn't fully recognize him for a while.
"Why, the other party is your fellow sect?" the white-browed old man asked in a deep voice.
"There is some resemblance, but I'm not completely sure yet." Zhu Ling said truthfully.
"The opponent is directly exposed to the attack of dozens of flying warriors. In this situation, let alone the strength we have in front of us is far from enough. Even if it is enough, it is too late to go out to save people now." The white-browed old man shook his head and said, "No matter what is happening outside.
Whether it’s you people from Lingxiao Palace or the monks from Qingdan Palace, you can’t ruin the overall situation for one person, otherwise once our whereabouts are exposed, no one will be able to leave here alive.”
"That's right, we can't put so many of us in danger just for one person."
The young monk next to him suddenly turned out to be Meng Yu from the Xuan Bing Sect. Seeing the white-haired young man in front of him overlap with the figure of Lu Xiaotian who ruined his good deeds in the cave of the Bloody Forbidden Land, his eyes couldn't help but be a bit resentful. His treacherous behavior back then
After the news spread, Meng Yu's status within the Xuan Bing Sect was also affected a lot. After all, Lingxiao Palace and the Xuan Bing Sect had a good relationship. If something like this happened, even if the people behind him were still protecting Meng Yu
He, but due to pressure, had to treat him coldly for several years. Meng Yu naturally blamed Lu Xiaotian for this debt. Even if the silver-haired young man in front of him only had some imagination with Lu Xiaotian, Meng Yu felt unreasonable in his heart.
A moment of disgust.
Hearing Meng Yu's voice, Zhu Ling, Leng Qiaoyu, and the five monks from Lingxiao Palace didn't have a good look at him, and they didn't bother to talk to him.
Meng Yu looked a little ugly, but he was not very lucky. The team of monks he was in was attacked by foreign monks and suffered heavy losses. Now he and two other fellow disciples who were seriously injured were the only ones left in the team. In comparison,
Zhu Ling's team is in a much better situation. There are currently seven people, only one of whom has been slightly injured, and overall they still retain strong combat power. The three from Qingdan Palace, Xuanbingmen, and Lingxiao Palace
Each team of monks suffered some losses of varying sizes. Out of coincidence and the need for self-protection, these damaged teams temporarily came together and used this unexpectedly discovered crack to hide and avoid the foreign monks.
Manhunt and pursuit.
At this time, neither Lu Xiaotian nor the dozens of flying knights in the sky noticed that there were still some eyes staring at the battle in the sky at high altitude. At this time, their attention was on the opponent, and they had no time to notice such a fight.
Many. Coupled with the concealment effect of the crack and the deliberate caution of the monks in the crack, it is difficult to detect even with the strength of Lu Xiaotian's spiritual consciousness.
"Such a strong fighting spirit." Wu Hong, who was responsible for leading the tribal soldiers to intercept in the sky, was secretly frightened, and at the same time he had a bit of respect on his face.