3184: C3184 Depart

C3184 Depart

When Jiang Ting heard Qi Yang's explanation, his eyes narrowed. Profound Yang Fruit?

The escort mission this time was indeed different.

When he was at Maple Leaf Peak, Yu Ze did not say much. If he had not sensed that something was wrong and had chosen to agree. . . If he continued to reject, he was afraid that he would have missed the opportunity of getting the Profound Yang Fruit.

Qi Yang was still speaking. "Senior Brother, don't spread the news after you leave. If Senior Brother hadn't become Senior Qing Feng's disciple, and now that Senior Yu Ze is taking care of him, Junior Brother might not even dare to say it. "

Jiang Ting revealed a smile. "Of course. . . But I wonder, how long more will it take before we set off?"

Qi Yang estimated the time and shook his head. "It's still early. We still have a month before we leave. "

One month. . . It was neither long nor short. But it wasn't very short either.

Then next. . .

After thinking for a while, Jiang Ting turned around. "Since it's still early, I'll leave first and come back in a month. "

Qi Yang got up to send him off. "Take care, Senior Brother. "

After sending Jiang Ting out of the main hall, Only after Jiang Ting left on his sword did Qi Yang turn around and return to the main hall.

The envy in his eyes intensified.

Although Qi Yang's cultivation base was not high enough and his status was strictly speaking, he was only a person who handled miscellaneous matters. But, after all, he had the title of Sect Master.

There was quite a lot of information that he knew. . . . It was precisely because he knew a lot of information that he was envious.

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In the cave.

After Jiang Ting returned to the cave, the first thing he did was to take a look at the transplanted Dragon Feather Flower. It had come to life, and it looked like it had grown quite well.

However, it was still a long way from maturing.

When he had enough contribution points, perhaps he should go to the sect and find a spell to accelerate the growth of the spiritual herbs.

After that, Jiang Ting sat by the lake and started to cultivate quietly. . . A month was not a long time, and he was too lazy to go out and hunt. He cultivated for a while and then went to escort them.

Since the escort mission this time wasn't simple. . . Perhaps, it wasn't safe either.

…………. .

Maple Leaf Peak.

Within the waterfall, in the depths of the cave.

Daoist Qing Feng, who had been in seclusion for a long time, silently sat on the hassock in the cave. His body was like a statue, motionless.

Beside him, there was a thick layer of Spirit Stone powder, as well as many bottles and jars.

After an unknown period of time.

Daoist Qing Feng's body trembled, and the corner of his mouth silently filled with blood. At the same time, his eyes, ears, nose. . .

Blood flowed out of his seven orifices.

After a while.

"Cough cough. . . "

Along with a violent cough, Daoist Qing Feng suddenly opened his eyes and fell down. He covered his chest with one hand and supported himself on the ground with the other. He was half lying on the ground and his face was deathly pale.

After a long time.

"Am. . . Have I failed?" Daoist Qing Feng murmured. He gritted his teeth and sat down again. He held the orchid with both hands and closed his eyes again.

He seemed to be unaware of the blood flowing out of the orchid, and completely ignored it.

Outside the waterfall, in the courtyard of the bamboo house.

The marshland, which had been waiting here all this while, suddenly raised its head. It could not help but clench its hands tightly, and its breathing became rapid.

Others might not be able to sense the changes in the air. However, Yu Ze sensed that something was wrong.

Because he noticed it, his expression became slightly unsightly.

There were many people in the Purple Frost Sect that Jiang Ting had never seen or heard of. They all looked toward Maple Leaf Peak, as if they had sensed something.

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Mountain Gate, Main Peak.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Ting returned to his cave abode and went into seclusion. He seized the time and returned to the main peak of the sect.

There were many people in the main hall today.

When Jiang Ting arrived, there were already close to ten people in the main hall.

As soon as he entered the main hall, a fat and white man greeted him, "Junior disciple Jiang. "

Jiang Ting raised his head and smiled, "Junior disciple Fan. "

The person who greeted him was Fan Bowen, but his cultivation level wasn't high. He was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment. . .

Except for him and Jiang Ting, the cultivation base of the people in the hall wasn't low.

They were all at the fifth or sixth level of Foundation Establishment. Perhaps it was because they were going to the Autumn Water Pavilion, but most of them were women.

His and Fan Bowen's cultivation levels were almost the lowest.

Fan Bowen continued to speak passionately: "I didn't expect senior disciple Jiang to participate in this mission as well. "

After getting to know each other for a while, Jiang Ting started to size him up. The others. . . Well, he didn't know any of them, and he had never seen any of them before.

The number of Foundation Establishment realm cultivators in the Purple Frost Sect was really not small. Thinking about it carefully, excluding today, the number of Foundation Establishment disciples he had seen in the sect had already exceeded a hundred.

But today, he actually saw so many Foundation Establishment disciples that he did not know, and their cultivation levels were not low.

He did not know how many disciples of the Internal Sect were there in the Purple Frost Sect.

While observing, Jiang Ting and Fan Bowen chatted. The others. . . Probably thought that Jiang Ting and Fan Bowen's cultivation levels weren't high enough, or that they weren't familiar with each other, so no one paid attention to Jiang Ting. At most, they nodded and greeted him.

As they talked, more people arrived in the main hall.

However, after about an hour, the main hall became lively. There were more than twenty people. . . And two people that Jiang Ting knew.

Ye Shiyu, who was at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, and Yin Hanyu, who was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.2

Well, except for Jiang Ting and Fan Bowen, it seemed that. . . The weakest one was at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

Of course, there was also Qi Yang, who was at the second level of Foundation Establishment. . . Qi Yang did not participate in the mission and did not count.

Fan Bowen secretly sent a voice transmission. "Junior Brother, how does it feel to go through the back door?"

"Going through the back door. . . Cough cough. . . " Jiang Ting started coughing as if he had choked on something.

It seemed like Fan Bowen was right.

Ye Shiyu suddenly spoke in a swift and decisive manner, "Junior Brother Sect Master, it should be about time. "

Qi Yang, who was pretending to be deaf and mute in the depths of the hall, hurriedly nodded. "It's about time. "

Then, Qi Yang suddenly took out two storage bags and threw them out. "Senior Sister Ye, Senior Brother Wu. According to Elder Fan's instructions, you will have to take care of this mission. "

One of the two storage bags fell into Ye Shiyu's hands. The other fell into the hands of a man Jiang Ting did not recognize.

That man looked like. He looked like a delicate and pretty boy, but no one could tell what he looked like.

"Yes. " Ye Shiyu nodded slightly.

The man nodded: "Thank you, Junior Brother Sect Leader. "

His voice was gentle and also filled with a strange magnetism. . . . Looking at his appearance and voice, he should be a person who was easy to get along with.

Qi Yang smiled and did not say anything.

The man with the surname Wu turned around and said, "Fellow junior brothers and sisters, if there's nothing else, let's set off. "

"Let's go. "

"Leave early and end early. "

"I have a feeling that the journey this time won't be simple. "

The others naturally wouldn't have any meaning. Now that it was time to set off, the questions they had heard could only be considered polite.

Jiang Ting and Fan Bowen followed behind everyone and left the hall.

After that, Ye Shiyu spoke again. "Senior Martial Brother Wu, my flying boat was destroyed in the fierce battle with the devil cultivators not long ago. Next, I'll have to trouble you, Senior Martial Brother. "

"Junior Sister, what are you saying. . . " With a chuckle in response, the man surnamed Wu waved his hand and retrieved a flying boat, which rose with the wind.

The flying boat was quite gorgeous, about fifteen meters long. It had a three-story cabin, and was entirely silver-white in color.

The man with the surname Wu entered the flying boat first. The rest. . .

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