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The two bells are short and the other is long, which is the signal for the Lingyun Sect to summon the disciples to gather urgently.

Ye Chunyang frowned. He had never encountered such a situation since joining the sect. Could something have happened?

So he put away the scroll and hurried to follow the sound of the bell.

Along the way, many handyman disciples also gathered, and even Lin Yu, who rarely worked as a chef, was summoned, which made Ye Chunyang even more confused.

"Junior Brother Lin, the sect called us so urgently, do you know what happened?"

He stopped Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's face darkened when he was suddenly stopped, and when he saw that the person who stopped him was actually Ye Chunyang, his face became even more ugly.

Two months ago, Ye Chunyang, Sun Quan and others did not return to the kitchen after going out on a mission, which increased their workload day by day. Lin Yu had already been resentful about this.

But when they said goodbye outside the magic pavilion last time, he didn't dare to provoke Ye Chunyang after he knew that Ye Chunyang's cultivation was far superior to his own. Later, the other party actually became qualified to take on the task, which surprised him and made him even more timid.

At this time, Lin Yu's face was pale, and when he complained, he swallowed it alive, with an embarrassed look on his face that he wanted to please but was unwilling to do so.

"Senior Brother Ye, you don't know something. Some time ago, monks in the Qi Refining Stage disappeared one after another from nearby countries. I think the summons from the sect is also related to this matter."

"The monk is missing? What's going on?"

Ye Chunyang had already seen clearly the cultivators' tendency to follow others' influence, and found it very funny when he saw Lin Yu's change. But the important point at the moment was that he was surprised by what he said.

Lin Yu shook his head and said he didn't know much about it.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang had no choice but to give up, patted Lin Yu's shoulder with a smile, and walked with him to Zongmen Square, but Lin Yu's smile became stiffer along the way.

The square was already full of people. In addition to the handyman disciples, there were also many talented people who had been accepted as disciples by the elders. Among the crowd, Ye Chunyang also saw two acquaintances, Su Xueyuan and Su Hu.

At this time, Su Hu was standing next to Su Xueyuan, with a respectful look on his face, and his eyes seemed to be looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Chunyang walked forward and greeted Su Xueyuan respectfully: "Chunyang pays homage to Uncle Master."

Su Xueyuan nodded slightly, calmly, but as usual, she asked about Ye Chunyang's cultivation progress when they met. Ye Chunyang naturally made nonsense about it and then fooled him.

Seeing that he was still stopping at the sixth level of Qi Refining, Su Xueyuan frowned. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she didn't say much. She only said a few words of encouragement and then turned her head coldly.

But Su Hu on the side heard Ye Chunyang talking nonsense, but his heart felt like it was full of mixed emotions.

When the three people gathered together, there was a flash of light in front, and five elders, three men, two women, appeared. Ye Chunyang could not tell the cultivation level of these people, but to be able to become an elder of the sect, their cultivation level was at least in the late stage of magic power.

The place became quiet, and everyone was solemn and solemn, waiting for the lecture.

For some reason, when these elders arrived, Ye Chunyang vaguely felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him somewhere, but with his spiritual consciousness, he could not sense who was spying, which made him wary. stand up.

"Everyone is summoned today to discuss something."

At this time, an old man with a long beard walked out.

This man's attire is unusual. He is actually dressed in coarse linen. His appearance is simple and simple, like a kindly old man in the world, giving people a natural affinity.

"The leader heard the news that in recent months, immortal cultivators from nearby countries have disappeared one after another, and the four major sects of the Demon Sect are also preparing to make moves recently. I guess this matter is probably related to the Demon Sect. I am afraid it is not good for my righteous path. We have unanimously discussed sending disciples there. The various countries investigated and called you to come and select those who would travel."

The old man has a stern look in his eyes. Although he has a kind face and kind eyes, he still has dignity.

"Choose someone to travel?"

"So, you want to spy on the magic sect in various countries?"

"Hmph! The demons are just Xiaoxiao, but after experiencing the war between good and evil thousands of years ago, they are rampant again. How can I allow them to run wild in my land of righteousness?"

There was a sound wave in the field, and all the disciples looked at each other. Some were confused, some were anxious, and some were gearing up, but then they were all suppressed by the old man who raised his hand.

He looked around the field, smiled slightly, and said: "According to the information currently available, the missing immortal cultivators from various countries are all in the Qi Refining Stage. It seems that the Demon Sect is afraid of my righteous masters, so they only order those in the Qi Refining Stage. The disciples took action, but no masters above Foundation Establishment came. However, to be on the safe side, this mission of going down the mountain to find out information must be carried out by disciples who are above the sixth level of Qi Refining. "

As soon as the old man said this, some disciples stood up with strange expressions. Among them were either disciples who had reached the foundation establishment level, or those below the sixth level of Qi Refining.

But even so, there are still thousands of disciples between the sixth and tenth levels of Qi Refining, which shows the vastness of Lingyun Sect.

Lin Yu, who was standing next to Ye Chunyang, looked at him strangely and then kept his distance from him.

Ye Chunyang smacked his mouth and stood there in a daze.

He didn't know what others were thinking, but his mind was like a mirror, and he cursed secretly.

What kind of spying information is this? It’s clearly a cannon fodder mission!

There are many rogue cultivators with high levels of cultivation in various countries. However, the disappearances not only did not stop, but occurred frequently under their eyes, which proved how difficult their opponents were. These old foxes were afraid of alarming the magic sect masters who were in the same realm as them, so they took them. These disciples who are in the Qi refining stage are sent out to serve as cannon fodder!

Ye Chunyang regrets that he only suppressed his realm to the sixth level of Qi Refining. If he had known better, he should have suppressed it even lower!

Su Hu also smacked his lips, looking like he was in trouble and couldn't express it.

He looked at Ye Chunyang, his eyes full of help, and now he could only rely on this mortal enemy to save his life.

Ye Chunyang's face was gloomy, thoughts flashing in his mind, trying to formulate a countermeasure to avoid this trip.

What the old man said next made him completely confused.

The old man looked at the remaining Qi Refining Stage disciples with a smile on his face, but what he said shocked everyone: "I didn't expect that our Lingyun Sect would have so many good seedlings in recent years. It is a blessing to the sect, but this Since the purpose of the trip is to inquire, too many people would alarm the other party, so we unanimously decided to draw lots to select a hundred disciples for the trip."

As he spoke, the old man waved his sleeves, and thousands of light groups floated in the air.

"The light group is engraved with the word 'Xing' and the word 'Liu'. Those who draw the word 'Xing' will accept the mission of this trip, and those who draw the word 'Liu' will stay with the sect. Now the lottery begins."

The disciples couldn't calm down anymore. There were only one hundred "Xing" signatures, which meant that less than one-tenth of the thousands of people were selected. For a while, everyone was happy and sad. The happy ones were naturally those who didn't want to go out. People, Bei, are those disciples who are full of ambition and want to enter the world and experience it.

"The chance is less than one in ten. No matter how lucky you are, it won't be my turn, right?"

Standing under the light sign, Ye Chunyang grinned. He hoped to get the "remain" sign, so that he could stay in the sect and study the art of making talismans with peace of mind, but as of now, he could only rely on luck.

But he was not in a hurry, but waited quietly in the field. After most of the light lots were taken away, he slowly stretched out his hand and selected the farthest light lot.

Just when he was about to open it, a burst of laughter suddenly came from beside him. Looking back, he saw Su Hu holding a word "leave" in his hand. Seeing this, he couldn't help but secretly cursed that this guy was really unlucky. You can avoid this trip and save your own life.

"How can you make progress if you are timid?!"

Su Xueyuan's cold voice came, and Su Hu's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked at Ye Chunyang eagerly, praying over and over in his heart that the latter could draw the "OK" sign and let him die in the hands of the Demon Sect.

Ye Chunyang looked motionless, frowned and was about to open the light sign, but at this moment, a sound from the front stopped his actions again.

"Strange, why are all the numbers opened, but only ninety-nine people got the 'OK' number?"

A disciple whispered. Although his voice was not loud, it fell clearly into everyone's ears, including the elders. Everyone looked around, and finally fell on Ye Chunyang.

In an instant, Ye Chunyang felt thunder rolling from the sky.

He looked at the unopened light lotteries in his hand with an ugly expression. He clearly chose the last one, but he still managed to win. What a blessing, right?

At this time, Su Hu's eyes became gloating, and he secretly thought that it would be best for Ye Chunyang to meet the master of the magic sect during this trip, so that he could never come back. However, he was extremely conflicted in his heart. What if Ye Chunyang really died? If he falls into the hands of a demon, no one can cure his poison.

"Be careful when you go this time."

Before Ye Chunyang could open the last optical sign, Su Xueyuan had already given him instructions, but as usual, she cherished her words like gold.

Ye Chunyang smiled stiffly. It was obvious that the last lucky person was him. As for whether the optical signature was opened or not, it no longer meant much.

He cursed her over and over in his mind, how could such a small chance happen to him?

Sighing, he put away his light lottery and walked forward silently, preparing to stand with the ninety-nine disciples who had drawn the "OK" lottery to accept this extremely deceptive cannon fodder task.

"slow!"

A voice came over, and an old man in green clothes holding a whisk suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chunyang.

"Are you Ye Chunyang?"

The old Taoist stroked his fly whisk and looked at Ye Chunyang with a sharp gaze.

Ye Chunyang was shocked. Under the expert's inspection, hallucinations kept appearing in front of his eyes, and there was even a suffocating heaviness.

Since his cultivation, even Su Xueyuan could no longer suppress him like this. This veteran's cultivation was obviously far superior to Su Xueyuan's.

His heart sank. This person must also be an elder of the sect, but he didn't know what the purpose of stopping him was. However, he did not dare to be careless. He cupped his fists at the old Taoist and said, "Yes, the disciple is Ye Chunyang. I wonder what the elder's instructions are?"

"Very good." The old Taoist nodded, looked at Ye Chunyang and suddenly sneered: "I think you must have heard of my name, Qing Chong Taoist Li Xuanguang."