Lei Zhen's magic boat was several times faster than Xuanhu's, and it took a few days to come, but it only took a day to go back, which also made Xiang Yang feel that it was actually not bad to let him follow.

But they came for that place, but what was that place?

According to the analysis of the existing situation, that place should be much stronger than those real overlord sects in the Mountain and Sea Realm, otherwise it would never let a true monarch be like this.

This thing is like a powder keg, you don't know when it will be lit, so you still have to be more wary of this thunderstorm.

But then again, what is a powder keg? Is there such a thing in the mountains and seas? Tianyan has instilled something in his consciousness...

The endless soul cultivation techniques along the way, he didn't know how much he could use Zhenjun, but gathering sand into a tower, there was always some effect under the subtlety.

When Xiang Yang left, the momentum was huge, and the entire Jiuding Immortal Sect knew that a certain guy who had died had provoked a true monarch power, and except for the people close to him, almost no one would think that he could come back alive.

When the thunderous magic boat slowly landed at the station of the Floating Jade Sect, the entire Jiuding Immortal Gate was shaken, first breaking the sky and hurrying over, and then Mengmi, Baili...

As for the other large and small sects, they didn't even have the qualifications to come to the audience.

The following days were spent in intense drills.

Xiang Yang's two old apprentices worked tirelessly for two months, and they hurried to produce hundreds of sets of magic weapons, both offensive and defensive, one of them was still a low-level treasure weapon, and the other were also magic weapons, which were just right for today's Floating Jade Sect monks.

As a reward, Xiang Yang passed on a few more formation patterns to them, and the two couldn't help but be overjoyed, adding a little respect to this cheap master.

Among the sects gathered this time, there were also a few who were good at refining, and Xiang Yang took out a 'huge amount of money', almost sweeping away people's inventory, and really armed the group of monks of the Floating Jade Sect to the teeth, and even the male monks had several magic rings on their hands.

Where have these poor guys enjoyed this kind of treatment, they are more energetic every day, and they practice as if they don't want to die, for fear of being compared to others and losing the face of our master.

Xiang Yang's improved battle formation has also been transmitted to various places through the Sanqing Plain, except for a few places that are too remote, almost all the monks have practiced, although there is not much time, but the grinding of the spear in the battle is not fast and bright, and it can always have some effect.

Besides, how can a person who cultivates immortals be a real fool? The learning ability is super strong, and in a month, it can actually be basically formed, and if it is really not good, there will be some opportunities to continue to temper when it comes to the front line.

Less than two months after Xiang Yang returned to the Jiuding Immortal Gate, the order to open finally came.

......

The magic boat shuttled in the clouds and mist, and a dragon-like mountain range flickered in front of him, Xiang Yang stood at the bow of the boat, looking from afar, and Lei Zhen pointed ahead behind him.

"Childe, that's Beige Peak, the mountain here is steep, there are only a few mountain passes for the barbarians to attack, but even if it is a mountain pass, it is often thousands of zhang high and low from the ground, there are a total of eighteen large fortresses there, and there are more than seven hundred small fortresses on the opposite side. ”

After he followed Xiang Yang, he has been thinking about what is more appropriate to call him, and finally chose the word 'childe', which shows more respect, and he can also leave some dignity, Xiang Yang has also heard a lot of stories of 'son, miss' in the mouths of those storytellers since he was a child, and he felt that this title was not bad, so he went with him.

Lei Zhen's magic boat was extremely fast, and Xiang Yang took a few of his closest people to walk in front, and had already started a few days away with the large army in the rear and arrived first.

The Qitian Mountain Range is worthy of its name, and the peaks above 10,000 zhang abound, compared to them, whether it is the main peak of floating jade or the main peak of Jiuding, it can be called a small hill at most.

Beige Peak is the highest peak in this area, and it has towered into the clouds before reaching the mountainside, and the mountain pass between it and a giant peak next to it is also more than 3,000 zhang high, and one of the largest fortresses in this area is built here.

Although it is not as good as the two cities in Sanqingyuan, the scale of this fortress is not small, the city wall in front of it is built according to the mountain, it is enough to have a height of 100 zhang, and the thickness is more than 100 zhang, it looks like a spacious square.

Lei Zhen Zhenjun arrived, naturally someone had already reported that several real people with some masters of the peak of the Nine Turns had already greeted them, and before they got off the boat, Xiang Yang had already seen an acquaintance, bowed slightly towards Jing Mo in the crowd, and took the lead, Lei Zhen followed behind.

Two months have passed, and the news of his appointment with Lei Zhen has already spread, and even those ancestors on the Sanqing Plain have not concealed the origin of the battle array, Xiang Yang's name has already spread throughout the entire barbarian front, at least everyone knows about them, and naturally no one will wonder why a little monk in the Yudan period walked at the forefront, but they were all very respectful.

What are you kidding, this is a pervert who can kill the real human realm during the Dan period, and the battle array has been improved, and the entire Northern Shenzhou monks have to remember the person, if you insist on adding an identity, the dream lover of the Northern Shenzhou nun is also more suitable.

"I've seen Xiang Worship, I've seen Lei Zhen Zhenjun, I'm the Tiger Spring under the Tianhu Immortal Sect, Xuanhu Zhenjun is my master, his old man has to wait for the barbarian tribe's first attack before he can come, and he told me to come here first to listen to the worship send. ”

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard greeted him first.

Lei Zhen followed, but he said hello with a few dispensable hums.

"Huquan Zhenren, I am polite, I hope to take care of it in the future!"

Xiang Yang was full of spring breeze, first chatted with Huquan, and then said hello to a group of real people next to him, and then hugged Jing Mo, of course, he would not forget the other monks who were at the peak of the Nine Transformations.

His words were earnest, and his posture was extremely low, without the slightest hint of the rampant sense of youthful triumph, which made these monks breathe a sigh of relief, and the smiles on their faces were much more real.

"This is the wilderness, and it's no wonder that there is a need to build such a fortress... ”

After greeting for a while, Xiang Yang paced to the edge of the city wall, and looked up, in front of him was a lush grassland, close to the wild side, the mountain was gentle, obliquely down to the plain, on the slope, not a single grass grows, all brown rocks and soil.

His nose twitched, and he smelled the same fishy smell as Sanqing's original place, but it was much lighter.

"These mountain stones were not originally of this color, for ten thousand years, I don't know how many barbarians and the blood of our Northern Shenzhou monks have flowed here, and this has been dyed brown, and there have been good deeds who have dug it up, and it has dried up to the bottom of the mountain. ”

Hu Quan stood beside him, with a hint of embarrassment in his words.