Above the Immortal Cultivation

The two men were very skilled and moved very fast, ignoring the crowds. Few people could sense their presence, and only felt a breeze blowing in front of them.

In less than an hour, they arrived at the North Gate Square of Xianglan City.

Three cultivators, two women and one man, were waiting here. Seeing the two men coming, they looked at the newcomer calmly.

Peng Yong did not speak, but opened his hand, and "whoosh", a red bird with wings flapped high and proudly flew in the air.

"Let's go."

After saying that, he raised his body.

The four people did not make eye contact and rose from the ground one after another.

Although the people coming and going in the North City Square were like a swarm of crucian carp, they were all far away under the cover of the five huge auras.

Seeing that the big bird treasure boat was pointing directly to the north without any concealment, dozens of Yuanying stage cultivators and two early stage Huashen strongmen present cast envious eyes.

The rumors were true, and Qingshuibo really had an ancient sect in the world.

But they didn't have the entry token, so they could only sigh helplessly.

The big bird shuttled through the clouds at a speed of two thousand feet, almost teleporting, and lost its trace in an instant.

On the big bird, whether it was a coincidence or Peng Yong's intentional arrangement, there were exactly five rooms.

Peng Yong walked into the first one without saying a word.

Wang Lu and the other three found their own rooms, and he smiled, not bad, not bad.

He stepped into the middle one.

The room was very spacious, without a formation. A fist-sized moonstone was placed in the corner, and the clean white light illuminated the room in every detail. An ordinary futon was located in the middle.

"Swish, swish, swish."

Being on guard against others is indispensable, and three formations were imposed by him.

"Bang."

He didn't even look at it, let alone practice on it. With a move of magic power, the futon turned into ashes.

Since learning that Peng Yong had two souls and two lives in his body, such a mysterious person and endless miraculous achievements, in order not to reveal any information about himself, he simply destroyed it once and for all.

"Hehe."

When the futon in Wang Lu's room turned into ashes, Peng Yong in the first room narrowed his eyes and smiled, muttering to himself: "I have to admire your vision. You chose the person very carefully. You didn't care and directly destroyed our careful arrangement. However, as you said, this game is quite exciting. Let's guess who this person is."

"Huh."

Before he finished speaking, a surprised voice sounded, and then continued: "You are awesome. The second person of the same kind appeared. Good guy, this time the ancient sect seems to be quite complicated. It actually hooked out two big fish that can't be hidden. It's very interesting, but it's also difficult. But the more the better, there will be more room for choice, right?"

However, what Peng Yong could not have imagined at all, if he came to Wang Lu's room, he would definitely be shocked.

I saw Wang Lu sitting cross-legged in the void, his body wrapped in a circle of black light, without touching anything in the room, even the moonstone was tightly locked by the Kuiniu black light, and the light was completely covered.

The room was as dark as ink, and one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

The big bird was a speed treasure, and it seemed that the current speed was two thousand feet per breath. According to his calculation, it could at least increase by another thousand feet.

Ninety-nine percent of the large sects did not have a flying treasure with a speed of three thousand feet per breath. How could Peng Yong have it? Could it be that his foundation was stronger than that of the large sects?

This was pure nonsense.

Just this point alone showed that he was very abnormal.

The two women, one male cultivator, although he had never seen them, gave him a very strong feeling.

The middle-aged man in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit in gray clothes looked stupid, but the deep and solemn eyes in his eyes showed that he was a master who was not easy to mess with.

The dignified and beautiful woman in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit in a red skirt and willow eyebrows, behind her smile was a touch of indifference to people and things, and she was indifferent to everything. Only those with extremely strong strength could be so light and detached from external things.

The last woman in a flowery dress with skin as white as snow and a face as beautiful as the moon left a deep impression on him. This woman was also in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit. It was not her beauty that shocked him, but the circle of shallow rippling water waves condensed from her body that made him look sideways. This was a profound understanding of the waterway technique.

Although they were not as strong as the ten people in Yinluanxuan, they were not much worse.

Although the three people were carefully selected by Peng Yong for two years, it can be seen from the side that Zhongzhou is indeed a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden, and strong people are everywhere.

Putting this aside, Wang Lu's consciousness probed into the spirit beast bag. The breath of the little butterfly was still rising steadily. It should take a long time to pass the ninth-level heavenly demon tribulation.

He, Zijiu, can you go slower, slower.

Wang Lu calmed down. In the darkness, it was a little scary.

In the fifth room, the gray-clothed male cultivator changed his previous silly look, his eyes flickered, and he stood straight.

I still remember the time when I was called by Peng Yong two years ago.

Hearing that an ancient sect had appeared in the world, he was tempted but did not immediately agree.

After asking around, he found out that it was true.

Half a year later, he agreed.

And strangely, Peng Yong did not mention any conditions, but solemnly said that if he met it, he could help him once when he was in trouble.

All the fortunes in it belonged to him personally.

He wanted to refuse, but the temptation was too great, even if it was a bait, he had to bite it.

In his mind, Peng Yong's request was extremely weird. If they could enter the ancient sect, there would be no limit. They would be broken into pieces, like fish swimming in the sea, and there would be a day to meet again?

When the probability was too small, why did he swear so confidently that he could meet?

If he could not figure this out, he might lose his life.

What did Peng Yong want?

It seems that he has no desires or requests, but in fact, the conspiracy has been slowly spreading from the beginning.