There is only one person who can represent the Black Mountain Crystal Stone and is inseparable from this thing. The Yanxian in the entire Heaven Realm under the Zhenwuyang Seat, and even the top cultivators, know that there is only one person - Young Master Yan.
At present, in this Beitian Xianzhou, there are several stalls selling Black Mountain crystal stones, which seems to be carrying out some kind of subconscious momentum building.
Jian Wushuang had already faintly noticed the undercurrent surging beneath the calm lake water.
"This time, I'm afraid our whereabouts will be even more secretive. Let's hold off on approaching Young Master Mo for now." Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.
Chunqiu glanced at the young monk who was packing up and leaving, "Did something happen?"
He shook his head, and then said, "The current situation is unknown. Let's follow him to find out."
Chen Qing and Chun Qiu nodded. At this time, the young monk had packed up, but he did not leave in vain. Instead, he put his hands on his back and started touring the city with great interest.
Jian Wushuang and the other three also kept a certain distance and explored his whereabouts.
This young monk, carrying a bag of broken flowers on his shoulders and wearing a not too luxurious but decent gown, looks like he has traveled a long distance to come to Xianzhou to experience the ultimate pilgrimage.
Jian Wushuang was a hundred meters behind the young monk, watching his every move with his spiritual consciousness.
But this situation did not last long, and soon hundreds of cranes suddenly came and flew at low altitude overhead, disturbing Jian Wushuang's gaze.
After the cranes all over the sky soared and left, there was no trace of the young monk in front of them.
Jian Wushuang said something bad in his heart, and looked behind him. Chen Qing and Chun Qiu understood, and their figures immediately ran towards different directions.
The disappearance of the young monk's figure means that the clues are interrupted. At this sensitive time, Jian Wushuang will never allow any mistakes.
Three figures were tracking in different directions.
The number of people coming and going gradually became sparse, and Spring and Autumn rushed forward along a street.
At the same time, the fairy mansion pavilions on both sides of the road began to blur.
Chunqiu, who was full of anxiety, was completely unaware of the changes happening around him. By the time a crisis suddenly emerged in his heart, it was already too late.
A piece of broad floral cloth suddenly strangled Chunqiu's neck from behind, and then an irresistible force came over him.
He was caught off guard and suffered such a severe injury. His vision went dark and he almost fainted. Even if he wanted to move his fingers, it was difficult.
And the figure holding a broad cloth of broken flowers and tying Chun Qiu's neck was the young monk who had disappeared before.
At this moment, he only had fierce murderous intent in his eyes, and he was carrying an unprecedented amount of coercion, which was definitely beyond the control of a top ancestral cultivator.
One hand controlled Chunqiu, and the other hand carried the general trend and pointed like a knife, slashing towards his origin without hesitation.
However, a sudden change occurred at this time!
"laugh--"
The sound of gold and iron clashing resounded, and the barrier set up by the young monk shattered, and a bit of cold light shone.
When the young monk noticed this scene, his palm that was originally slashing at the source of Spring and Autumn suddenly changed, and he directly blasted forward with great force.
The two collided, sending out a shock of emptying and canceling each other out.
A middle-aged figure with a vicissitudes of face then appeared, holding an invisible sword and staring at him with sharp eyes.
When their eyes met, the murderous intent in the young monk's eyes quickly disappeared, and then he suddenly threw Chunqiu over and took advantage of the opportunity to escape.
Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand to catch Chunqiu, staring ahead, but did not catch up.
"Ahem, Brother Jian, you saved my life again..." Chunqiu covered his neck, and his frightened purple complexion gradually recovered.
In the brief exchange just now, Jian Wushuang judged that the opponent was extremely powerful and could never reach the ancestral level he had seen before.
If the young monk was determined to accept the challenge, I'm afraid he would also be severely injured.
At this time, Chen Qing also rushed over. Seeing this scene, he quickly asked, "How is it? Did you catch that guy?"
Jian Wushuang shook his head, "I'm afraid our situation will change this time."
"Could it be that they are the hawks and dogs of Prince Mo?" Chen Qing frowned.
"It would be fine if Master Mo was a hawk and a dog under the throne. I'm just afraid, but he is not." Jian Wushuang said slowly.
Chen Qing reminded, "Brother Jian, let's leave here first. It would be really bad if we bump into Young Master Mo's men."
Jian Wushuang nodded. At this moment, they were already on the top of a fairy mountain far away from the Celestial City.
The young monk seemed to have some kind of unique magical power, and he was actually lured out of the Celestial City as early as when the scene in Chunqiu's eyes was blurry.
If Jian Wushuang hadn't felt his aura moving away and rescued him in time, Chunqiu would have never been able to survive.
The three figures then left without leaving any trace.
After Jian Wushuang decided to postpone approaching Young Master Mo, the three of them settled in a celestial city in the North Heaven Immortal State.
"Brother Jian, how about we find out where Young Master Mo is in Xianzhou during this period, so that we won't be ill-prepared when we go straight to his lair."
In a fairy mansion pavilion, Jian Wushuang was sitting by the window, quietly listening to Chen Qing's complaints about loneliness.
Finally, he said calmly, "Let's wait for a while first. We are not going to kill Young Master Mo. If we have a choice, try not to fight."
"Having said that, I'm afraid that when the time comes, I will enter Young Master Mo's palace and have no choice." Chen Qing sighed.
Chunqiu covered his neck and said, "No matter what, you must be careful. I also feel that we are not at peace this time."
While the three of them were talking, a trace of dust quietly rolled up on the ground, and then seven figures wearing raincoats and bamboo hats stepped into the fairy mansion one after another.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were also locked on these visitors for an instant.
Looking through the bamboo hats, he saw the figures of these seven old customers. They were all middle-aged and had an indifferent look in their eyes, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.
After entering the fairy mansion pavilion, these seven old guests did not stay much, but walked to the top floor wing to rest.
"Don't tell me, these coir raincoats and bamboo hats are dressed in style, and they have a sense of being independent from the world." Chen Qing analyzed the backs of the old customers as they watched them leave.
Jian Wushuang said nothing, his eyes were already attracted.
He saw that the old customers wearing coir raincoats had an extremely secretive and sharp aura under them.
Only Jian Wushuang can keenly detect that unique sharp aura.
"They are all good swordsmen, interesting..."
The leader, an old customer, seemed to have all the senses and cast a very secretive glance in his direction.
Their eyes met for just a moment before the old guest looked away, and then all seven figures disappeared into the side room.