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After waiting for more than an hour, a white, slender head poked out from somewhere in the forest of Lingxiu Peak.

He glanced around and saw that all the Yu family monks around him had dispersed, so he got out of the whole body.

It was a beautiful crane with snow-white wings, it was Lin Chen. He flapped his wings and flew into the air.

Soon, he approached the warning formation outside Lingxiu Peak. This formation was not aggressive, but when it was triggered, the disciples guarding the mountain below would be sensed.

Lin Chen looked around and saw that everything was quiet. After pondering for a while, he decided to leave first.

As long as he could fly out of the Yu family's sacred mountain and land anywhere, he could escape smoothly.

He had gained enough benefits this time.

With this in mind, Lin Chen flapped his snow-white wings and crashed into the formation.

Whoosh!

It was like applying water to the face, and he got out in an instant.

Lin Chen's eyes flashed with joy, and then he flew away.

In a hidden pavilion at the foot of the mountain, a middle-aged cultivator looked at the sky with a very gloomy face, and a disciple who was guarding the mountain stood beside him.

"Is it this spiritual crane that broke into Lingxiu Peak three days ago?"

"Reporting to the Third Elder, I dare not say that I am 100% sure, but I am 70% to 80%. Three days ago, there was indeed such a beautiful spiritual crane flying into Lingxiu Peak."

"At that time, another disciple and I were surprised. We just don't know which uncle in the sect raised the spiritual crane and didn't stop it."

"Okay, you go down first."

The middle-aged cultivator waved his hand and let him go down.

He suspected that the theft of the warehouse this time was most likely done by the foundation-building cultivators in the sect.

He murmured.

"I want to see who in the sect dares to attack my Yu family."

The middle-aged cultivator's eyes flashed with anger, and he flicked his robe sleeves. A group of blue clouds emerged, and immediately turned into a beam of light to chase the spiritual crane in the air.

......

Lin Chen, who had just flown not far away, suddenly sensed something.

He only heard a sound of breaking through the air, and a blue light shot up from Lingxiu Peak, and it seemed to be heading towards him.

He turned his head and his hair stood on end.

"Is it a coincidence or is he here to chase me on purpose?"

A question appeared in Lin Chen's mind.

But when he felt the power of the spiritual consciousness, which was more than ten times stronger than his own, firmly locked on his body.

He instantly determined that the other party was coming for him.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen's eyes showed a look of horror, and he flapped his wings and flew towards the mountain in front.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

The two sides flew wildly in the mountains for half a cup of tea. One white and one blue figure quickly passed through the air, but always kept a distance of dozens of feet.

Lin Chen's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look, and found that the middle-aged cultivator had been keeping a close distance, but he had not yet made a direct move.

He muttered in his heart.

"With his strength in the foundation building period, how could he not catch up with me?"

"Could it be that he thought I was a spirit beast with an owner, and wanted to use me to lure out the people behind him?"

When Lin Chen thought of this, his body shook, and he turned back to the mountain he had just flown over.

He circled a big circle in the air in an instant.

The middle-aged cultivator quickly chased after it, but when he saw the spirit crane in the air turning, his brows slightly frowned.

His spiritual sense swept around, could it be that the owner of this spirit crane was nearby, watching his pursuit.

After circling twice, the middle-aged cultivator's face flashed with anger, and his right hand quickly wiped towards his waist, and a white light flashed, and several silver long needle magic tools appeared.

Looking at the spirit crane flying in front of him, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his right wrist shook, and with a whoosh!

The silver long needle shot out instantly.

In a flash, it flew near the spirit crane.

When Lin Chen used his spiritual sense to sense the silver needles, his wings fluttered, and he instantly changed direction and flew to the other side.

Whoosh!

Several more silver long needles were shot out.

Puff! A moment.

A cold light flew past, and a touch of blood splashed.

At the same time, a sharp cry of a spiritual crane was heard, which was very shrill.

Three silver long needles were hit on Lin Chen's right wing, directly piercing his body, and even his flying speed was greatly reduced.

The Qi-refining disciples in the mountains below obviously recognized the identity of the foundation-building uncle behind them.

A beautiful Qi-refining female cultivator stood under a pavilion somewhere in the mountains, raised her head, and had

said with some surprise.

"Isn't this Uncle Yu? Why is he chasing a spiritual crane?"

After a closer look, he murmured.

"Why does this spiritual crane look so familiar? It looks like the one Uncle Gu lost."

"I heard that if you find this spiritual crane, you can get two bottles of Gathering Spirit Pills as a reward. I have to go and inform Uncle Gu."

Thinking of this, the beautiful female cultivator's face moved, and she waved her hand. A red cloud suddenly rose under her feet, and flew away towards a mountain in front.

......

The middle-aged cultivator flew a little closer, chasing within a few feet of the spiritual crane, turned his head, and shouted in a low voice to the mountains.

"Come out, otherwise your spiritual crane will be killed by Yu~"

Seeing that no one came out, he flipped his right hand, and three more silver long needles were aimed at the right wing of the spiritual crane, and his wrist flicked.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

Three cold rays shot out instantly.

Lin Chen was immediately frightened to death, and despite the pain, he flapped his wings and flew towards the unknown sacred mountain in front.

Puff!

Three more cold rays penetrated his right wing, and Lin Chen was sweating coldly in pain. He just hoped to land on the ground as soon as possible to see if he could escape underground instantly.

He just didn't know whether the opponent's spiritual power would lock the changed handwriting. If so, his transformation technique would be exposed.

The left wing of the spiritual crane transformed by Lin Chen flapped wildly, and the right wing drooped slightly. There were six or seven blood holes on it, and blood was spurting out, which looked very miserable.

......

After half a cup of tea, there were more than a dozen blood holes on Lin Chen's right wing, and he looked at the man who was still chasing him from behind.

Suddenly, he screamed, closed his eyes, and fell downwards.

He had already thought about it. The moment he landed on the ground, he would escape underground and didn't care about exposing his transformation technique.

The middle-aged cultivator swung his right hand, and three more cold rays shot out.

Suddenly, a very shining purple figure flew over from a distance, and with a swing of his hand, a purple long sword flew out, and with two clangs, all the silver needles and magic tools shot out were cut off.

Then he shook his body, stretched out his hands, and held the falling spiritual crane in his arms steadily.

"Why is it so soft? Shouldn't it fall to the ground?"

Lin Chen opened his eyes in some surprise, and then he found that he was in the arms of a female cultivator.

A cold female voice came out.

"Brother Yu, why did you chase my spiritual crane and hurt it like this."