The eyes of the elite disciples suddenly became eager!

Xie Xiang looked at Elder Xuanqing with blank eyes, and pleaded, "Senior Aunt, how about your old man leading us to Butterfly Valley to win the thousand-year-old Hanqiong Flower?"

Elder Xuanqing looked embarrassed, shook his head, and sighed lightly: "It's not that the senior aunt is ruthless, it's really the experience of Donglingze, each sect has an appointment in advance, we, as the elders of the foundation building period, are only responsible for sitting in the camp, and we must not interfere with the experience of the disciples of the sect." ”

"Otherwise, once the disciples of other sects know that we have broken the rules, it will inevitably cause disputes between sects, and the foundation building elders of several other major sects will also come to the door, and then the camp of our Medicine Valley Sect will become the target of public criticism, and the consequences will be serious, it is simply unimaginable!"

Zuo Boming, Xie Xiang and other elite disciples from civilian backgrounds listened to it, like a deflated ball. Without the help of the elders, they would never have had the courage to re-enter the Butterfly Valley.

Only Ye Ling was silent, secretly calculating: "Hanqiong Flower is one of the medicinal materials for brewing Zhuji Dan Yao Yinqionglu Wine, since there is one in Butterfly Valley, you must get it!

Thinking of this, Ye Ling made up his mind, no matter whether they went or not, he was going to go anyway. If Qionglu wine can be brewed, with Zhuji Dan in the future, the probability of impacting the foundation building period will be greatly increased, how could Ye Ling miss the opportunity!

In addition to him, the six children of the Immortal Cultivation Family, led by Yuan Hao, all looked eager to try.

In their opinion, the reason why Zuo Boming's team failed and buried the two junior disciples was because the overall strength of the team was too weak and there was no top-quality magic weapon magic clothes, and the children of their immortal cultivation family were different. The two elders can't go because of the rules, and they have to go too!

So Yuan Hao, the young master of the Yuan family, set his eyes on his master, Elder Song, patted his chest and took the initiative to ask for help, and wanted to go to Butterfly Valley to practice.

Elder Song coughed in a deep voice and said coldly: "No! Butterfly Valley is extremely dangerous, two disciples have already died, and even the Zuo Senior Nephew of the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation has been seriously injured, and you can't go! In case you make a mistake, how can you face your Yuan family ancestor? What's more, what do you want Han Qionghua to do? According to your qualifications, a foundation building pill is enough to impact the foundation building period! At that time, even if you can't get a ranking in the Fengqiao Town Qi Cultivation Disciple Competition, and you can't win the foundation building pill, your Yuan family ancestor will also find a way as an immortal sect elder. ”

Yuan Hao was helpless, so he had to nod and respond. His original intention was just to be competitive and show off in front of everyone, letting them know that he could do what Zuo Boming couldn't even do in the ninth layer of Qi cultivation. However, due to Elder Song's strong opposition, he simply pushed the boat down the river, happy to be heroic.

Seeing that the elders were opposed, and thinking that they didn't have that strength, everyone fell silent and went back to their tents to rest.

Ye Ling quietly returned to his tent, meditated cross-legged, and began his daily cultivation.

The next day, when the sky was just dawning, before the elite disciples could leave to go out to practice, Ye Ling got out of the tent, walked through the camp flag, and walked north.

Elder Xuanqing, who was sitting in the tent, found that he was going north and didn't pay much attention to it.

Who knew that Ye Ling had just walked out of Lixu, looked back and saw that no one was following, and immediately drove the fourth-order demon dragon, went around in a circle, and turned to the Butterfly Valley sixty miles west of the Dusk Maple Forest!

Along the way, Ye Ling did not find any trace of the monk, but occasionally encountered a few third-order demon birds, but these birds and beasts, when they saw Ye Ling's fourth-order demon dragon mount, they all ran away without a price, hiding in the mountains and forests and did not dare to come out.

Ye Ling calculated the distance, and waited until he could see the traces of the deep valley in the morning dew in the distance.

"This is it, it's the same as what Zuo Boming said!"

Ye Ling was about to drive the fourth-order demon dragon directly into the Butterfly Valley, when he suddenly saw a black butterfly shadow flying out of the valley from a distance, and the brilliance of flames flowed around his body, almost bluffing him!

"There are so many third-order fire butterflies! No wonder Zuo Boming's team will lose. ”

Ye Ling hurriedly pressed down the fourth-order demon dragon, the flying target in mid-air was too big, if he rushed into the butterfly group, he was afraid that the fourth-order demon dragon would not be able to withstand the siege of many fire butterflies. Therefore, Ye Ling simply ran along the rugged mountain road and used the wind control technique, so that he could shuttle through the forest and the mountain road, and it was not easy to be targeted by the fire butterfly.

When he gradually approached the mouth of the butterfly valley, he suddenly found that there were many monks gathered in front of him!

Ye Ling's heart sank, it must have been a monk from another sect who arrived in advance! He immediately stopped, cast the Water Concealment Technique, hid in the dark blue blister, and quietly approached.

When he got closer, Ye Ling found that there were more than two hundred monks gathered at the mouth of Butterfly Valley. The female cultivators of the Fengchi Sect and the elite disciples of the Yuncang Sect only accounted for a small part of the number, most of the monks were dressed in different colors, and there were no jade plaques hanging from their waists, obviously they were loose cultivators from Fengqiao Town, presumably they also listened to the letter, and specially rushed to hunt demons to find thousand-year-old cold Qiong Flowers.

Some of the squads with insufficient numbers were recruiting teammates temporarily, and there were even many casual cultivators who set up stalls at the mouth of Butterfly Valley to sell third-order spirit runes and pills.

Ye Ling finally put his mind at ease, since there were so many people here, why should he care about the elite disciples of the Yuncang Sect! So Ye Ling took off the leaf-shaped jade plate on his waist that represented the identity of the disciple of the Medicine Valley, appeared from the water hidden, and floated into the crowd.

To Ye Ling's surprise, no one was surprised by his arrival. No one even looked at Ye Ling more, because there were too many treasure hunting monks who arrived one after another, and Ye Ling's cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation was relatively low among everyone, and he was not wearing the best magic robes, which was too inconspicuous.

Ye Ling comforted himself and sighed in his heart: "There are tens of thousands of monks in Fengqiao Town, and it is normal to meet strange monks you don't know. But among these people, there are two familiar faces. ”

Ye Ling caught a glimpse of the team of female cultivators of the Fengchi Sect, and there were two familiar shadows, which were Song Qiong's two junior sisters, Han Xiang and Fang Liu. Ye Ling had seen them twice on the edge of Fengchi and in the Fengchi Sect, so he naturally recognized them.

However, it was impossible for Ye Ling to go over and team up with them and join the team of the Fengchi Sect, so he could only wander around among these scattered cultivators.

"Hey, little brother, you don't have a team yet, do you?

A yellow-faced man thirty miles away greeted Ye Ling warmly.

Ye Ling looked at their team, the highest cultivation was this yellow-faced man, who practiced qi at the eighth level, and the rest practiced qi at the seventh level and even had a sixth layer of qi training, Ye Ling shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't plan to form a team." ”