Soon when we arrived at the entrance of the valley, the aggressive eyes of the disciples of the two sects gradually gathered over.

On the one hand, the magical demon was standing in front of me. She looked like a charming woman, with red cheeks, charming figure, gauze dress like snow, and a pair of naked jade feet, especially fair-looking.

Coincidentally, a woman stood in front of the Yuling Sect. The woman was wearing extremely bold clothes, with her upper body only surrounding her animal skin strapless, and half of her thighs were wearing a short skirt of animal skin, which was extremely hot and wild. The contrast was that the woman's face was always tense, not only without any charm, but also showed a cold look.

"Oh no, it's these two witches. Now it's a big trouble." Cui Ren whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.

Are these two women very famous? Zhang Fan quickly asked him for advice.

"Brother Zhang, don't know if you go out too much. These two witches are famous among the younger generation of monks in Qinzhou, and are not easy to mess with." Cui Ren introduced them carefully to Zhang Fanzai.

It turns out that the woman in the gauze dress is named Xiruo, who is born with charm and practices the classic scriptures of the Heavenly Demons. She can often lead a man into a illusion without knowing it, and she will be defeated in her dreams and die from the yang.

The woman in the beast-clothed clothes is not simple either. Her name is Yun Yiyi. She is naturally deaf and mute. She has lived alone in the mountains of 100,000 since she was a child. She is good at communicating with monsters. Later, she was attracted by the monks of the Yuling Sect and brought back to the sect to teach. It is said that Yun Yiyi’s favorite thing is to feed the enemy’s corpse to her natal spirit beast.

The Illusion and Demonic Dao is a lineage of the Demon Sect. The Yuling Sect is both good and evil. They believe in the prey of the weak and do not protect low-level disciples as the Dharma-Synthesist. Instead, they encourage their fellow disciples to attack each other. As long as they are not caught on the spot, it is not wrong.

Those who survive in this way are naturally elites, and they deserve great training from the sect.

With the unparalleled appearance of the two girls, it is not an exaggeration to be able to survive in such an environment and become the leader of the younger generation. It is a very talented and ruthless comment on them.

After a rough understanding, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be alert to the two girls Xiruo and Yun Yiyi.

Not everyone is as knowledgeable as Cui Ren. Many disciples of the Faxiang Sect around him sneered without hesitation and muttered words such as the yin is strong and the yang is weak and the two sects are gone.

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly when he heard this. It would be fine if he didn't understand the enemy, but if he didn't even understand his own situation, it would be a joke. He laughed at the two sects for relying on women to stand up, but he didn't know if the other party was laughing at the Faxiang Sect's leaderless dragons?

Unlike the Yuling Sect and the Fantasy Demonic Dao, although the Faxiang Sect sent many elite disciples this time, the top players at the same level as the two witches did not appear, so that the senior brothers with the eleventh level of the Qi Refining Stage refused to give in to each other, and each united the several senior brothers to form their own sects, and there was a vague idea of ​​separation from each other.

There are also people who understand the elite disciples. They probably felt that their sect was laughable. Through many eye contact, a young monk dressed in a core disciple suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of all the disciples of the Dharma Xiang Sect, and formed a three-legged tripod with the two witches.

This young monk is famous in the sect, and Zhang Fan can recognize it.

His name is Nangong Yi, and his parents are a grand master of the sect. The Nangong couple was obsessed with practicing, and they did not intend to give birth to Lin'er after the golden elixir was completed. This is how Nangong Yi was born. It is conceivable that he was so popular that he was so arrogant that he was all talking about it.

I don’t know if it was because of the two masters of the Killing Stage behind him or because of the Faxiang Sect’s face, the other high-level cultivators who were qualified to represent the Faxiang Sect showed disdain, but at least there was no abnormal movement.

Zhang Fan looked at the drama coldly and said intimately that the crowds of people suppressed the idea of ​​cooperating with everyone, and made up his mind to act on his own.

There is nothing else, if you are with them, there is not necessarily any help, and the black hand is inevitable.

Three groups of people confronted each other quietly, the atmosphere was suppressed and frozen, and everyone was no longer able to whisper. They just wiped the magic tools, checked the talismans, closed their eyes and rested, and silently prepared for the upcoming fight.

Only the sound of flutes faintly coming from afar was slightly rippling in the air, slightly relaxing and hostile, making the three sides with tight bowstrings not accidentally hit.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and everyone felt nervous. No matter what they were doing, they hurriedly stood up and stood quietly.

In a moment, four masters of the alchemy appeared together.

"It's almost time." The old man holding the flute looked at the sky and said lightly.

Seeing the other three masters nodded, the old man smiled slightly, used the flute as a sword, and pointed to the mouth of the valley.

Suddenly, a strong wind suddenly erupted, and a giant dragon roared, and a three-person hugged a thick and thin wave, like a substantial sound wave coming out of the jade flute, hitting the valley entrance ban, causing countless ripples of chaos.

At the same time, a crystal blood-red branch-like magic weapon flew out of the hand of the red-faced old man. A green light flashed from the mouth of the old man surnamed Chen. The next moment, a fine green needle arrived first, and nailed it to the light curtain formed by the prohibition before the blood-red branches.

The three masters of the alchemy masters' magic weapon were not easy to hit. The restriction at the entrance of the ban valley trembled violently. As visible to the naked eye, countless spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered, turning into wind blades, fireballs, lightning, earth and stones entangled and collided with the three magic weapons, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had cracked.

"It's right now." The three old men suddenly shouted in unison.

The old man named Ge, who had never taken action, sat cross-legged and slapped the Qiankun bag and saw dozens of black lights flying up, all of which were inserted into the open space where three magic weapons were lined up in the restriction. Then the black light gathered, and then the true appearance was revealed, which was actually eighteen flags covered with mysterious figures.

"Break the formation with the formation!" Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to have realized something as if he was enlightened as he looked at the movements of several masters.

At this time, seeing the flags falling into place, the ban at the valley entrance was gradually arranged by the formation. The three masters of the Dan Jie breathed a sigh of relief, waved back their magic weapons, and sat in four directions with the old man named Ge.

With the four masters sitting down, the center of the formation formed by eighteen flags made a cracked sound, and then a pitch-black entrance appeared.

"Wait until you go in. This formation can protect the passage for three months. If you don't come out in three months, stay for another hundred years!" The old man surnamed Ge explained and stopped talking.

Since the channel restrictions have the function of teleportation, each group of people entering will arrive at different places, and there is no possibility of sneak attacks, and there is little difference between entering first and then entering.

So, the disciples of the three sects flew into the passage in groups, silently, single or in groups.

He politely declined Cui Ren's colleague's request. After his classmates all entered, Zhang Fan slowly stepped into the passage alone.

The moment he stepped in, Zhang Fan seemed to see Ge, who had been as motionless as a stone carving since sitting cross-legged. The two masters Chen suddenly looked up at him. Before he could judge the intention in his eyes, he felt his head confused, and then the sky turned dizzy, as if he had crossed a thin film, and the world had changed.
Chapter completed!