Both options have pros and cons, and what to do depends on Ling Xian's own considerations.

In all fairness, it was really difficult to say clearly, at least for a moment, Ling Xian couldn't make up his mind.

The stakes are big, and Ling Xian doesn't want to make a choice easily, he needs to think carefully and weigh the pros and cons clearly.

Thinking so in his heart, Ling Xian began to meditate, for immortal cultivators, it doesn't really matter if they sleep or not, meditation can restore physical strength, and the effect is even better.

Time passed slowly, and the sound of the insects chirping was muffled, as if everything had fallen asleep.

At some point, a dark cloud drifted across the sky, and the moonlight suddenly became dim.

However, at this moment, the sound of a fight came to my ears, faintly mixed with whistling and shouting.

Ling Xian's expression moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, with a bit of surprise on his face, the campsite, when he chose, he thought about it a lot.

There are few people here, and the aura is thin, not to mention that there are no immortal cultivators, and it is difficult to find the whereabouts of demon beasts, how can someone fight here in the middle of the night?

"Seniors. ”

"Master. ”

The second daughter also noticed that something was wrong, although their cultivation was not very good, but as time passed, the sound of the fight had gradually become clear, and it was obvious that it was not far from here.

Ling Xian shook his head, he didn't know what was going on, although he didn't want to meddle with it, but the place where the fight was fought was not far from here, God knows if there would be a fire at the city gate and affect the pond fish.

After thinking about it, Ling Xian decided to take the initiative.

You can ignore idle things, but you have to figure out the twists and turns, and if there are really any changes at that time, you won't be in a hurry and difficult to deal with.

This thought turned, and Ling Xian was ready to leave.

However, with a shake of his body, Ling Xian turned his head again.

Wait, although the possibility is very small, but in case it is a strategy to divert the tiger from the mountain, go by yourself, and leave the two little girls in the foundation building period here, wouldn't it be just falling into the enemy's tricks.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and several colorful array flags flew out.

With the sound of "whooshing" reaching the ears, the flags had sunk into the dirt from different directions.

Ling Xian then took out a formation disk and handed it to Qin Xuan's hand.

"Master, this is ......"

"This is the 'Xuanbing Snow Formation', the array equipment is inadvertently obtained by the teacher, although it is not so great, but even in the face of the attack of the Yuanying monk, it can withstand for a while, you stand in the formation and don't come out, if there is really something wrong, the teacher will rush back immediately." To make a long story short, Ling Xian explained the purpose of this move in a few words.

"Master rest assured, the apprentice knows that he will not let the bad guys take advantage of the loophole. Qin Xuan took the array plate with a smile and made a grimace at Ling Xian.

As time passed, the master and apprentice became familiar with each other, and although the little girl still respected Ling Xian very much, she was no longer so rigid in her daily actions, but showed the lively side of the girl.

Seeing that the master and apprentice were happy, a trace of envy flashed in Qingyu's eyes, but it soon disappeared, and she still had a deep hatred of blood......

The subtle change in this expression fell in Ling Xian's eyes, Ling Xian couldn't help but sigh, there was no way to persuade this matter, only to go with the flow, I hope that one day, she can fulfill her wish and restore her lively side.

Explaining the matter of the formation clearly, Ling Xian did not delay any longer, his figure flashed, and he had already melted into the darkness, and he wanted to figure out the whole story, he didn't want to startle the snake.

Performing the technique of qi gathering, even if it is a god-level immortal cultivator, as long as he does not deliberately search with his divine sense, it will be difficult to discover his whereabouts.

In this way, Ling Xian was like an assassin in the dark, silently, and had approached the place of the incident.

The sound of shouting and fighting became clearer and clearer, and Ling Xian quietly released his divine sense.

As far as the eye could see, it made him feel a little stunned, there were more than ten people fighting in front of him, men and women, young and old, and they were fighting each other.

The sword light and sword shadow are shining, and the palm wind and fist strength are even more awe-inspiring.

Warrior!

However, it has reached the point of transcending the innate and the strength is equivalent to that of an immortal cultivator at the foundation level.

Ling Xian couldn't help but sigh, it was better to see it than to hear it, the ancestor's record was not wrong, and the martial artist could indeed embark on the immortal path.

Although it was difficult and bumpy, it was indeed able to survive the catastrophe, which was far from being comparable to the three thousand worlds.

Although Ling Xian was amazed, he was actually relieved in his heart, he was just some little guys who had just survived a Heavenly Tribulation, and they were just ants to themselves, and they would not pose the slightest threat.

I just don't know why they fought in the middle of the night?

Once the doubts are gone, all that remains is curiosity.

But Ling Xian still didn't act rashly, it was still the same sentence, he was not familiar with the place, Ling Xian didn't want to cause trouble, and watching the changes was the smartest choice.

So he remained hidden in the shadows, watching coldly.

Although the strength of these guys was not worth mentioning at all in Ling Xian's eyes, the fight was extremely tragic when they caught and killed.

Never die!

"Ahh

From time to time, screams came to the ears, and almost every moment, someone fell, but the rest did not flinch, but fought more and more fiercely.

Ling Xian watched quietly like this.

After another meal or so, there were only two people left alive.

One is a white-haired old woman, holding a dragon's head cane in her hand, an old dragon clock, but her movements are as flexible as an ape.

The shots are extremely tricky, and the moves are extremely ruthless.

As for the other one, it was an eight-foot-tall man in the prime of life, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, holding a huge machete that was more than one or three feet long.

The strength of the two is obviously much higher than that of their peers, and they are about the same as immortal cultivators in the late stage of foundation building.

It is rare for a martial artist to be able to cultivate to such a point.

The sound of clanging collisions kept coming into his ears, and the two were still fighting with each other, and Ling Xian had already seen clearly at this time that these martial artists were fighting for a piece of jade talisman.

But it's about the size of half a palm, and it's lying in the dirt at the moment.

What kind of treasure is this jade talisman that makes these warriors who are not weak put their lives at risk?

Ling Xian's heart became more and more curious, but he still stood quietly in place.

In this way, after another quarter of an hour, the big man accidentally revealed a gap, and was hit on his chest by a white-haired old woman with a cane.

This is not an ordinary crutch, but it is made of deep sea cold iron, and its power is comparable to that of the best spiritual weapon.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the big man, and half of his body was also frozen in ice.

The white-haired old woman's face was happy, and she rushed forward without saying a word, it seemed that she wanted to finish her work in one battle, and take advantage of this opportunity to kill the strong enemy. (To be continued.) )