Knowing the true strength of the devil's devil in the Star Moon Palace, the four Yunlan Palace disciples were extremely shocked and felt that they had suffered a huge psychological blow. They originally thought that they had reached the level above the level of the Mansion of Knowledge, but they did not expect that they had reached the level of virtualization at the same age, which was simply incredible.

Zhou Xuelian was even more arrogant. She had outstanding talent and had been practicing hard in Yunlan Palace for many years before she achieved her current achievements. However, she met a disciple of the Star Moon Palace who had reached the realm of virtualization. It was really a failure!

"But she looks like she is only under 20 years old. How could she be a super strong person? Even if she starts practicing at the beginning, she cannot be in such a state?" Zhang Yanran raised the question in her heart, and always felt something was wrong.

Qiu Yu shook his head and said, "I don't know the specifics, but her cultivation is indeed very high. We should try not to provoke her. Under the current circumstances, we can quickly find three prisoners to solve this problem."

Another female disciple Feng Xiaoli suggested: "Let's just go away and fly high, and leave Fenglingdu first."

The girls thought they had a good idea and looked at Qiu Yu's face to see what he said.

Qiu Yu shook his head and said with a serious expression: "No, even if we can't leave the spiritual realm except Fenglingdu, we can't leave the spiritual realm at this time. If we are caught by her, it is very likely that our lives will be lost. In my opinion, we should be safe to catch the prisoners."

Zhang Yanran nodded first to agree, "I said it well, let's listen to him."

Before he knew it, Zhou Xuelian also became a little trusted with the young man who sacrificed his life to save him, and said, "Okay, let's do what you said. Just divide the troops into two groups, and the chances will be greater. If you meet other disciples of the sect, you can contact them with a whistle."

The disciples of Yunlan Palace have always regarded Zhou Xuelian as their eldest sister, so naturally they had no objection. They quickly divided them into two groups to go their separate ways and disappeared in the wind and snow.

Qiu Yu followed one of the groups forward. The two girls were Zhang Yanran and Feng Xiaoli who had dealt with before. They were very familiar with each other and were not unfamiliar with each other.

They walked in the wind and snow until dusk, but they met a few people, but they were disciples of Songyun Sect wearing blue robes, including men and women, all with sharp eyes and looked difficult to mess with.

Qiu Yu had no intention of provoking the other party. After all, the beggar elder of Songyun Sect once gave him the token, which was quite a source of origin.

Compared with other sects, the disciples of Songyun Sect are more abide by the rules. Even if they forcefully rob the herbs, they will not kill people to silence them. They basically give up just by snatching things.

Now that we have arrived at Fenglingdu, the seven Songyun Sect disciples have not gained much. When they see three Fengming Valley disciples appear, the young man who leads the lead looks dark and said in a deep voice: "These guys should have herbs, so everyone just robs them."

Other disciples also thought the same way and nodded. After all, they had to collect corresponding herbs when entering the spiritual realm. They had gained little recently, and they also carried out looting like other disciples of sects and took extraordinary measures.

As the black-faced young man waved his hand, six disciples of Songyunmen rushed over quickly, and showed off their weapons to surround Qiu Yu and the other three, and a terrifying aura appeared.

The two female disciples of Yunlan Palace also took out their weapons, and looked at these people with a cold light flashing in their bright eyes. Although they were alone, they were not afraid.

Qiu Yu really didn't want to fight with him, and the other side had many people, so if they really fought, they might not be able to get a advantage. If they were not good at both sides, they would be a little inappropriate. He smiled friendly and said in discomfort: "Senior brothers and sisters, why are we blocking our way?"

Seeing him like this, the black-faced young man said in a deep voice: "Friend, I'm sorry, our group of people are not lucky and have not picked many herbs. In order to get a job when going out, they can only force them to rob them. If you hand over the herbs, you can let you go, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

Qiu Yu smiled, "Do you keep your word? I'll let us leave if you hand over the herbs to you?"

"It's true, we don't want to hurt others." The black-faced young man said solemnly.

"Okay, please accept this herb first to see if it has any weight." As Qiu Yu's wrist trembled, a heavy item was thrown out.

As soon as he glanced at the shocking glance, the face of the black-faced young man changed drastically. He hurriedly reached out and held it in his hand. He turned his back and looked at it carefully. But he saw that he was catching a token. The dark, seemingly ordinary cast iron was actually made of extremely rare black iron. The back was a pattern of clouds and pine trees, and the front was carved with three seal characters, "Songyun Ling."

Who would have thought that the other party actually owns an extremely important token in this sect, and where is it?

The black-faced young man was very confused. He hurriedly put the token into his sleeve, turned his body, and clasped his fists to Qiuyu and said kindly: "Brother, please borrow a step to speak. I have something to ask."

Such actions surprised the others, especially the two Yunlan Palace disciples, who didn't know what Qiu Yu threw over just now, and actually made the enemy polite.

The disciples of Songyun Sect were far away and could not see clearly what was flashing through the air just now, and they were also confused.

Song Yunling has been treasured by Qiu Yu, and it is useless on weekdays. At this time, Qiu Yu showed it out and felt that it seemed to work. He smiled and said, "It's easy to say, but please wait patiently, don't hurt them."

The so-called them refer to two female disciples of Yunlan Palace. The black-faced young man nodded quickly, "Don't worry, our people will never take action before the matter is clear."

"That's good." Qiu Yu walked over.

A look of worry flashed in the two women's eyes, for fear that he would be hurt, Zhang Yanran shouted: "Be careful, don't be assassinated by others."

Qiu Yu turned around and smiled, and said confidently: "Don't worry, I won't have anything to do. I'll be back later. You guys wait for a while."

The black-faced young man also told his fellow brothers not to take action for the time being, and then walked side by side with Qiu Yu to the distance. After stopping, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he scolded with a bad expression: "Who are you?"

Qiu Yu said calmly: "Of course it's your own person. Didn't you recognize this Songyun Ling?"

Seeing that he was so light, the black-liang young man took out the Songyun Order and said fiercely: "Where did you stolen the token?"

Qiu Yu snorted coldly: "What a joke, this is my token. Brother, we are all a family, don't you understand?"

The black-faced young man was stunned. The token was indeed accurate. Suddenly he remembered something and said suspiciously: "Are you also from our Songyun Sect?"

Qiu Yu laughed in his heart, but climbed up the pole and nodded, "Of course, I've said a long time ago that we are in the same group."

The black-faced young man looked at him and asked a little doubtful: "But why have you become a disciple of Fengming Valley?"

Qiu Yu looked around, seemed extremely careful, and whispered mysteriously: "I tell you this secret, you must not be rumored, I am an undercover..."
Chapter completed!