"I told you, Hehuan Sect has indeed admitted a few male cultivators in recent years," Jing Feng whispered, "I have never seen this one before. He is unfamiliar and not charming enough. There is a female disciple who is very annoying to other sects."

Those who are sought after, their cultivation can be said to be rapid."

The Hehuan Sect practices dual cultivation. The higher the opponent's skill, the more profound the cultivation gained from dual cultivation. It can be regarded as a mutual benefit between you and me. Although many decent monks openly despise them, behind the scenes, they are infatuated with these female monks.

Moreover, cultivators have different thoughts from ordinary people, especially female cultivators, who do not expect to marry a happy husband like ordinary women.

Looking for a person who enjoys dual cultivation and can help his cultivation, naturally the female cultivators are also willing to do so.

However, the Hehuan Sect had previously stated that it would only accept female cultivators. In recent years, the world has become uneasy, and the Hehuan Sect has also lost a lot of people, so it began to relax its boundaries and accept male cultivators as well.

After Jing Feng said this, Feng Ruqing really remembered that he had indeed told her about the male cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, saying that he was a lovable and stunning person.

Everyone did not wait for the people from Qingyuan Sect. After working together to open the barrier, they walked inside. Feng Ruqing took her eyes away from the face of the male cultivator who was walking with his head down and started to follow everyone towards the inside.

Because no one from other sects could get out after coming in before, everyone was extremely vigilant.

As soon as they entered the palace, the dazzling golden light made everyone squint their eyes. There was a water-mirror-like door in front of them. It was very narrow and could only fit one person through at a time. Everyone knew this kind of thing.

Someone said out loud, "It's the Yajing Gate."

Many sects will use this kind of pressure gate when testing their disciples' basic sword moves, in order to suppress the spiritual power of the disciples' cultivation and keep them at the same level, so that it can be more fair when testing the use of sword moves.

, will also be used for disciples to form sword formations and select disciples with similar realms.

But it's a bit sinister for something like this to appear in such a relic.

This requires people to suppress their own realm before they can enter it. But if the realm is suppressed through this realm-pressing gate, they must come out from here before they can restore their realm. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome. If you encounter danger inside, you will not be able to use it.

Fight with all your strength.

No one moved rashly for a while. Jing Feng came closer to check, turned around and said to everyone, "You have to press yourself under the four realms before you can enter."

"Wouldn't it mean that if you encounter a high-level monster, you will be chased away?" A female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect said, "I don't want to be chased by a beast and run around everywhere!"

Feng Ruqing could no longer hold back her joy. Compared to the swordsman from Qingyuanmen who had a vertical wrinkle on his eyebrows over the years, the indifference of Xuanyunshan covered in ice, and even the stagnant water of the monks from Fuluomen, these people with comfortable temperaments

The female nuns of the Hehuan Sect, who are charming and colorful but not shy at all, are more attracted to Feng Ruqing, the master of the underworld who is already full of demons.

Jing Feng heard Feng Ruqing's chuckle and glanced sideways at her. Feng Ruqing looked away and listened to the female nuns from the Hehuan Sect complaining for a while, but she followed the disciples from Xuanyun Mountain one by one.

Going in, the fear is all in your mouth.

Feng Ruqing was not in a hurry to enter. Jing Feng also stood at the door of the Yajing Gate. Seeing all the disciples going in one after another, he told everyone not to get separated for the time being after entering, and was also on guard for anything unusual in the Yajing Gate.

In the end, there were only a few Xuanyun Mountain disciples with relatively low realms left. Jing Feng directly stopped them outside, "You have not reached the Fourth Realm, and the dangers here are unpredictable. Moreover, there must be people waiting here for the Qingyuan Sect."

Monks, you guys will stay here and be on guard."

Several disciples took the order. Feng Ruqing saw that a few of the Hehuan Sect had left behind. She glanced over there and found a female cultivator persuading the only male cultivator, "Junior brother, you have just started and you are not diligent.

, if your level is too low, don’t go in.”

The male cultivator was always sandwiched in the middle by the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, with his head lowered and his eyes closed. Feng Ruqing took another look and found that he was quite stubborn. He refused to listen to advice or talk, and ignored the kind-hearted senior sister.

, walked straight into the pressure gate.

Tsk.

Feng Ruqing let out a "tsk" and followed the male cultivator in. Her cultivation was different from that of a cultivator. When she had completely restrained her ghost energy, she was no different from a mortal. This realm-pressing gate had no effect on her.

In other words, it's just a decoration.

This is the advantage of having a soul but no body. Feng Ruqing went in with her arms crossed, and Jing Feng followed closely behind her.

Jing Feng has a special body. The true body is the Double Marriage Grass. Even if his realm is suppressed, he only needs to risk his life to be shameless. The demonic power of the Double Marriage Grass's true body is also very useful, but it is really unsightly. The last time he was on Fen'an Road

, he used his true form once, which Feng Ruqing had seen.

It was just that it was too tragic at the time and I didn't have time to laugh. Now that Feng Ruqing thinks about it, she can't help but let out a "poof".

Jing Feng followed her, "Sister, why are you laughing?"

Feng Ruqing turned around in the dark passage of the Realm Gate and whispered to Jing Feng, "I remembered the last time I saw you using your body vines, like a big spider."

Especially the hair looks like vines spreading out in all directions. How can I put it... Anyway, it hurts my eyes just to look at it.

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing. Jing Feng slapped Feng Ruqing from behind and covered her mouth. In a low voice that only she could hear, he shouted into her ear, "Little senior sister!"

He was very concerned about this. After all, he was also very handsome now. Everyone who met him would respect him as an elder of the Immortal Lord's sect. He wanted to lose face.

Feng Ruqing patted him quickly to indicate that she would stop talking. She and Jing Feng were whispering here. When the male cultivator who was walking ahead was about to leave the door, he looked back.

Feng Ruqing met his gaze and tilted her head slightly. Her face could not be seen clearly behind the ghost aura, but she could clearly see the coldness in the male cultivator's eyes, and she suddenly felt as if someone had poured water on her head.

A basin of cold water made Feng Ruqing stand up straight with excitement.

What does this person mean?

However, before Feng Ruqing could interpret it, she saw the man stepping into a bright light at the entrance of the cave. Feng Ruqing followed closely and stepped out. As soon as he stepped out, he was hit by a heat wave. If she hadn't seen it clearly quickly,

Seeing everything in front of me, I suddenly thought I was in a lava field.

"Here..." Jing Feng pointed at the bloody Ganoderma lucidum on the ground behind him and said, "There are really treasures everywhere."

The disciples of Xuanyun Mountain were quite obedient. Although they were all eager to give it a try, they all listened to Jing Feng and did not go anywhere. They stood guard at the entrance of the cave.

However, the female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect had already begun to lift up their skirts and happily picked the blood lingzhi that could be seen everywhere.

This thing is indeed extremely rare. A small plant is equivalent to a powerful elixir that can be refined to improve one's realm. Scenes like this everywhere make it really difficult for people to control themselves.

However, Feng Ruqing does not need this thing to improve her cultivation. She also knows the origin of this thing. Although it is a great supplement, it grows in the land of evil.

Next to the criminal case of traitor in the Underworld Ghost Prison, there are many growths one after another. They absorb Yin Qi and blood to grow. She usually asks the ghosts to pick them and exchange them with the monks.

Jing Feng naturally knew this and explained in a low voice to his disciples. Just as he was about to remind the senior sister of the Hehuan Sect who was leading the sect, he saw the only male pedicurist stepped on a blood Ganoderma lucidum plant, crushing blood all over the ground.

Then, he drew out his sword again, poked at the place where the Blood Ganoderma grew, and quickly stopped the Hehuan Sect disciples and said, "Stop picking it."

His voice was not loud, but it sounded like it was in the ears, making people's ears itch. The group of Hehuan sect sisters temporarily stopped, and he exploded a spiritual light on the ground with his sword.

Soon, a man's skull popped out of the ground, half empty, and the other half still had dirty and smelly flesh and blood. On the flesh and blood were sprouts of Blood Ganoderma, which looked evil and disgusting.

The female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect were all "glorified", but their hands that put away the blood ganoderma were very nimble, but they just didn't pick it again. Obviously, the female cultivators are well-informed and know that this stuff can help their cultivation.

, but it grew up in a land of blood evil.

Soon, the disciples all moved, and in this small area of ​​​​the world, pieces of spiritual light began to explode along the places where the blood lingzhi grew.

The air was filled with blood and stench, and there were many corpses lying on the ground. Most of them still had flesh and blood that had not yet had time to rot. Many of them were still identifiable by their clothing. Soon some Hehuan Sect disciples identified him.

Those sect disciples who came in before but failed to get out.

"Everyone, remember not to act rashly. It is said that there are many sects coming in, and it is impossible that these are the only monks who died." After Jing Feng finished speaking, the senior sister of Hehuan Sect also said to the people behind her, "Sisters, you have heard it, right?

, don’t be greedy for those little good things, it’s not like we haven’t seen them before.”

All the female cultivators said in unison, "Okay..." The tune was repeated a thousand times, and even Feng Ruqing felt a chill down her spine after hearing it.

This collaboration will definitely be interesting. If those serious and violent sword cultivators from Qingyuan Sect come later, I don’t know what kind of sparks will be created.

The disciples checked around and confirmed that there were no more corpses buried underground in this small world, and then they gathered together to discuss which way to go next.

Jing Feng did not participate in the discussion. He led his disciples out and only rescued people when they were in danger. The rest, whether right or wrong, was entirely up to his disciples.

Only in this way can their cooperation, team thinking, and even their individual ability to judge dangers be infinitely improved, and they can ultimately stand alone.

Independent thinking can always train people better than blindly following tasks assigned by superiors.

"Do you want this thing?" Feng Ruqing and Jing Feng seemed like experienced outsiders.

Feng Ruqing had long been accustomed to the bloody scene of corpses all over the ground. She even stretched her arms calmly and pointed at the trampled blood Ganoderma lucidum on the ground.

The things in the ghost realm at the back of the hall are definitely more effective than what is here."

In the whole world, there is no place more sinister than the underworld ghost realm.

Jing Feng heard this and looked at Feng Ruqing, "Do you think I need this thing to practice?"

Feng Ruqing shrugged, "Then how would I know that you haven't been stuck at the peak of the Seventh Realm for several years?"

"I..." Jing Feng smiled, with a serious and indifferent smile that turned into two crescent moons, "That's what you said about me."

Jing Feng smiled like this at Feng Ruqing. He was a fool in the true sense. He was always cold-faced and cold-hearted. He was not the kind of monk who pretended to be noble. He was really emotionless. He even smiled at his own father.

He doesn't give much face either. In the sect, prestige is very important.

But what Feng Ruqing said was right. His realm was very fast in the early stage, but he became completely motionless in the later stage. Feng Ruqing knew that he was stuck because he didn't understand love, or even big love or small love, so she thought maybe

Can I make further progress by eating some of this stuff?

Even the rain that blessed the heaven and earth when Mu Liang ascended to the Rain God could not let Jing Feng enter. This is the bad thing about the nature of grass and trees. If he can't understand anything, he will be stuck here for the rest of his life.

.

However, Jing Feng's current level, at his age, is also among the best in the world of cultivation. No one can say anything bad about him. Even Jing Chengyin is very satisfied. Only Feng Ruqing is not afraid of irritating him if he is displeased.

.

"What's the use of this thing?" Jing Feng's curly hair was half tied behind his back, and it was very fluffy and playfully wrapped around his waist, "I might as well eat some of myself."

Feng Ruqing clicked her tongue, "Forget it, I'll look for anything else for you..."

In the middle of her words, she suddenly stretched out her hand to pull away a disciple not far from her. The next moment, a tentacle stretched out from the ground, filled with blood, red and wrapped in the strong wind. When it got closer, a tentacle stretched out.
To be continued...