Soon came to the mouth of the valley, and the aggressive eyes of the disciples of the two sects gradually converged.

On the side of the Illusion Demon Dao, standing at the forefront was a charming woman, I saw that her face was like a childish girl, her cheeks were red, her figure was enchanting, her dress was like snow, and she was bare-skinned with a pair of jade feet, especially fair.

Coincidentally, the Imperial Spirit Sect was also headed by a woman. This woman is dressed extremely boldly, with a bandeau around the upper body and a short skirt on half of her thighs. In great contrast, the woman's face was always tense, not only was there no flattery, but she showed a cold color.

"Oops, it's these two witches, it's a big trouble now. Cui Ren whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.

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

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

It turns out that the woman in the gauze dress is named Xiruo, who is naturally charming, and refines the true scriptures of the Heavenly Demon Yinnu, and can often unconsciously introduce men into the illusion, and in the dream, they will kill and die.

The beast-clothed woman is not simple, her name is Yun Yiyi, born deaf and dumb, since she was a child, she has lived alone in the 100,000 mountains, and is good at communicating with demon beasts, and then she was favored by the monks of the Imperial Spirit Sect and brought back to the sect to teach. It is rumored that Yun Yiyi's favorite thing is to feed the natal spirit beast with the corpses of enemies.

The Illusion Demon Dao is a vein of the Demon Sect, and the Imperial Spirit Sect is also good and evil, they believe in the law of the jungle, and they do not give more protection to low-level disciples like the Faxiang Sect, but encourage the same sect to play black hands against each other, as long as they are not caught red-handed, it is not wrong.

Those who survive in this way are naturally elites, and they are worthy of great cultivation by the sect.

With the unparalleled appearance of the two daughters, they can survive in such an environment and become the leaders of the younger generation, and it is never an exaggeration to put comments such as talent and ruthlessness on them.

After a general understanding, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be wary of Xiruo and Yun Yiyi's two daughters.

Not everyone was as well-informed as Cui Ren, and many of the Faxiang Sect disciples around him sneered out loud without scruples, muttering things such as the prosperity of yin and the decline of yang, and the absence of the two sects.

Zhang Fan smiled bitterly when he heard this, it's just that he doesn't understand the enemy, and if he doesn't even understand his own situation, it's a joke. On his side, he laughed at the two sects that relied on women to get ahead, but he didn't know if the other party was laughing at the Faxiang Sect for having no leader?

Different from the Imperial Spirit Sect and the Illusory Demon Dao, although the Faxiang Sect sent a lot of elite disciples this time, the top players at the same level as the two witches did not appear, so that the senior brothers who cultivated at the eleventh level of the Qi refining period did not give in to each other, and each united a few senior brothers to form their own faction, and there was a faint meaning of parting with each other.

Among the elite disciples, it is not that there are no people who understand, it is estimated that they feel that their sect is making people see jokes, and I don't know how much eye contact, a young monk dressed as a core disciple suddenly took a step forward, standing in front of all the disciples of the Faxiang Sect, and formed a three-legged posture with the two witches.

This young monk can be said to be a well-known name in the sect, and Zhang Fan also recognizes it.

His name is Nangong Yi, and his parents are a pair of sect masters in the sect. Nangong and his wife were obsessed with cultivation, and it was not until after Jindan Dacheng did they give birth to Lin'er. Nangong Yi was born like this, you can imagine how favored she is, and she is all talking about it.

I don't know if he was afraid of the two Sect Masters of the Dan Stage behind him, or for the sake of the face of the Faxiang Sect, although the other few high-level Qi Refining Stage cultivators who were qualified to represent the Faxiang Sect showed disdain, at least there was no change.

Zhang Fan looked at this big drama coldly, secretly said a rabble, suppressed the idea of cooperating with everyone, and made up his mind to act on his own.

Without him, with them, there may not be help, and the black hand is only indispensable.

The three groups of people confronted each other quietly, the atmosphere was depressed and stagnant, and everyone was no longer in the mood to talk to each other, but they were just wiping the magic weapon, or checking the talisman, or closing their eyes to recuperate, silently preparing for the upcoming battle.

Only the faint sound of the flute in the distance rippled slightly in the air, slightly loosening the hostility, so that the three sides of the bowstring would not accidentally fight.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and everyone's hearts tightened, and no matter what they were doing, they all hurriedly stood up and stood quietly.

In a moment, the four Sect Masters of the Sect appeared in front of him.

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

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

Suddenly, the wind suddenly rose, the dragon roared, and a sound wave of three people hugging each other, like a substance, emanated from the jade flute, hitting the Taniguchi prohibition, stirring up countless chaotic ripples.

At the same time, a handful of crystal blood-red branch-like magic weapons flew out of the red-faced old man's hand, and a green light flashed in the mouth of the old man surnamed Chen, and the next moment, a green needle came first, and it was nailed to the light curtain formed by the prohibition one step ahead of the blood-red branch.

The powerful blow of the magic weapons of the three Jiedan Grandmasters was not idle, and the prohibition of the forbidden valley mouth trembled violently, and it was visible to the naked eye, countless heaven and earth spiritual qi gathered, turning into wind blades, fireballs, thunder and lightning, earth and stone and the three magic weapons entangled and collided, as if the sky and the earth were cracked.

"Right now. The three old men suddenly shouted in unison.

The old man surnamed Ge, who had never made a move, sat down cross-legged when he heard this, and as soon as he patted the Qiankun bag, he saw more than a dozen black lights flying, all of which were inserted into the open space where the three magic weapons were lined up in the prohibition, and then the black light gathered up, and then his true appearance appeared, which was actually eighteen flags full of mystical patterns.

"Break the formation with the formation!" Zhang Fan's eyes froze, watching the movements of several grandmasters, as if he had an understanding.

At this time, seeing that the flag was in place, and the Taniguchi ban was gradually lined up by the formation, the three Jiedan Grandmasters breathed a sigh of relief, beckoned to take back the magic weapon, and sat next to the formation with the old man surnamed Ge on four steering wheels.

As the four grandmasters sat down, the center of the large array composed of eighteen flags made a cracking sound, and then a pitch-black entrance appeared.

"Let's wait in, this formation can protect the passage in March. If you don't come out in three months, you will stay for another hundred years!" The old man surnamed Ge confessed, and said no more.

Due to the prohibition of the passage has the effect of transmission, the place where each person who dials in arrives is different, there is no possibility of a sneak attack, and there is not much difference between the first and the last.

As a result, the disciples of the three sects silently, individually or in groups, flew into the passage in batches.

politely refused Cui Ren's request from his peers, and after all the people entered, Zhang Fan was alone and slowly stepped into the passage.

At the moment of stepping in, Zhang Fan seemed to see that the two grandmasters, Ge and Chen, who had been standing still like stone carvings since they sat cross-legged, suddenly looked up at him, and before he had time to judge the intention in his eyes, he felt that his head was clouded, and then the sky swirled, as if he had crossed a membrane, and the world had changed its appearance.

Zhang Fan propped himself up on the ground with his hand, just stood firmly, raised his eyes, and suddenly his expression changed greatly.