Time passed little by little. People in the open space of the post station looked at each other. No one wanted to be the first person. Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin sat on the rocks and waited, while Master Mingzong kept standing.

, staring intently at the crowd.

Seeing that the sky was slowly getting dark, someone finally couldn't help it and said loudly: "Everyone, please stop wasting your time. We are all here to look for Dragon Teeth. What's the use of standing here."

Shortly after this person finished speaking, someone else in the crowd said: "That's right, we are not the first group to arrive at Jing Waterfall Cliff. The people who came earlier have already arrived at the place where Long Ya was born. If you continue to wait, what will happen?

Aren’t you giving up your divine weapons?”

These words made the originally quiet crowd become lively. The cultivators discussed with their companions one after another. Soon, some people shouted in agreement.

"It makes sense. We can't waste time here. We should get to the place of birth first."

"That's how it should be. When the Dragon Tooth comes out, everyone can grab it according to their abilities."

Even though he said this, no one was willing to leave, and no one wanted to bet their lives.

At this time, a group of cultivators stood up, and the young man at the head suggested: "Everyone, since no one is willing to take risks, why not set a rule. Everyone sets out together. As long as someone strikes first, the rest will kill him together..."

"Huh, what's the point of talking about rules? It's not about taking risks."

Even though his words were interrupted, the young man did not get angry. He raised his hand and saluted: "This comrade said it well. Someone really needs to take this risk."

Then he pulled out the long sword on his back and flashed the cold light on the sword blade: "There are twelve disciples of the Wenjian Sect here. Let's take the risk. If anyone wants to break this rule, they can try the Wenjian Sect's

Swordsmanship."

After saying that, the young man led the disciples of the same sect behind him, set up the streamer and flew down to the top of the mountain first. Since some people were the leader, why would the rest of the people continue to waste their money? Everyone took out their magic weapons and weapons, and also set up the streamer to follow.

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Mingkong Zilin looked at Master Mingzong and whispered: "Old man Mingzong, they are leaving."

Master Ming Zong nodded: "Well, let's go down the mountain and take the mountain road."

Mingkong Zilin felt strange about this decision, but she did not dare to object for fear of making another mistake.

Under the mountain peak of the inn, the water vapor became thicker and thicker. After walking a long way, I felt a wet feeling on my face. There were practitioners flying overhead constantly. Even if they saw someone walking on the mountain road, they had no time to stay or pay attention.

After walking forward for about an hour and a half, Zheng Qiu could vaguely hear the rumbling sound of water in the distance. He must have arrived at the waterfall cliff soon.

Suddenly Master Mingzong stopped, he opened his hands to block Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin behind him, and kept scanning the woods in front of him. Click, Mingkong Zilin stepped on a dead branch, and the dead branch broke.

The crisp sound was so obvious in the dark mountain forest at dusk.

"Who is it?" A snow-white light shot out from the bushes under the tree trunk in front of him on the left, and came straight towards the door of Master Mingzong. Sure enough, there was someone, the apprentice and the girl behind him, so he couldn't hide from this move.

Master Ming Zong took two steps, pressed down with his right hand, and swept his left hand towards the side of the white light. In an instant, a light yellow halo lit up from his Dantian, quickly moved to his left palm, and then a burst of light exploded from his left palm.

The earthy yellow flash struck the side of the white light heavily.

There was a bang, like a wooden hammer striking a gong, and the white light suddenly dispersed, and a long ruler-shaped knife flew out in a circle and was nailed to the tree trunk in the distance.

The long knife was released from his hand, and the man holding the knife hurriedly turned over in the air and stopped his forward momentum.

While falling into the bushes, the man shouted to his companions: "He is a master, let's all come together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bushes in front began to shake again. Master Mingzong was shocked. If there were others, the two children would not be able to protect him. He shouted: "Wait a minute! We are not here to compete for the dragon's teeth!"

When the opponent heard this, he immediately raised his hand and signaled his companion who had just rushed out of the bushes to stop attacking. One, two, three, four... Master Mingzong counted seven, plus the one who was shot Fei Chang The one with the knife, there are eight people in total, which is quite a lot.

The first person took a few steps forward. He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue-gray tight-fitting shorts. He wore an iron-gray metal mask on his face, with only half of the mask revealing the other half of his face.

The man slowly leaned toward the tree with the long knife nailed on it, and asked cautiously: "Who are you? Why should I trust you?"

Master Mingzong tugged on his sect uniform and showed the cloud-like pattern on his chest to the other party: "We are from the Qianyun Sect, look at this. You must know the Qianyun Sect, we never participate in any fights. ."

The man's footsteps stopped, but he still did not relax his vigilance: "Of course I know about the Qianyun Sect, but how can I confirm the authenticity based on the clothes?"

Seeing that the other party was willing to communicate, Master Mingzong breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and pointed at Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin: "Look, I have two children with me. These children can't be fake."

The man looked at the two children carefully, then asked his companions to put away their weapons, and the tense atmosphere disappeared.

The man raised his hands and saluted Master Mingzong: "Senior, I offended you so much just now, I'm really sorry."

Master Ming Zong waved his hands repeatedly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. What are you doing hiding in the bushes? Why don't you go to the waterfall cliff?"

"We must go to Jing Waterfall Cliff. To be honest with our seniors, our sect is at war with Mo Shadow Valley, and we are here to avoid the masters of Mo Shadow Valley."

As he said that, the man took out a bulging bag from the bushes and said, "Senior, do you have any pills for healing injuries? I'm willing to pay a lot of money to buy them."

Master Mingzong shook his head and pushed the bag back, took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it to the man: "I have pills to treat injuries, but they are not of high quality, so I won't accept the money."

He pulled Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin away and said, "Since you are avoiding the enemy, we won't stay here and we will meet again if we have the chance."

The man bowed deeply: "Senior, my sect has remembered this kindness, and I will definitely repay you when we meet again."

After walking forward for a while, the sound of rumbling water became clearer and the waterfall cliff was right ahead. Master Ming Zong stopped again and raised his head to look left and right.

Seeing this situation, Mingkong Zilin was very nervous. A faint halo appeared on her body, obviously she was practicing martial arts: "Ming, old man Mingzong, is there another enemy?"

"No."

Master Mingzong's answer was like cutting a knife into Mingkong Zilin's tight nerves. She was immediately stunned, blinking her eyes and wondering if Mingzong was comforting herself.

"There are really no enemies."

"Then, what are you looking at?"
Chapter completed!