In the lush forest, an old man in black robe sat cross-legged on an ancient cross-shaped altar.⊙,
The altar is surrounded by a large number of green vine branches, the crisp sounds of birds and insects are lingering around, and tiny bits of sunlight are falling from above.
The old man remained motionless, his eyes closed tightly as if he was adjusting his breathing.
Not long after, a group of people walked through the forest in the distance. They were all dressed in white, but they had a little scarlet bird symbol on their shoulders. The leader of the group held his hand towards the old man from a distance.
"Chen Yangjing, Xiao Yi."
The people in white behind him all had solemn expressions, extraordinary skills, and looked very neat.
The old man nodded.
"Yingdong Territory, Huang Kun." He also returned with his hands in hand.
"It turns out to be Brother Huang Kun." Another voice came from afar, a little vague.
"The voice from several miles away arrived first. Brother Hu Nan's ability to transmit sounds over thousands of miles has become more and more sophisticated." Xiao Yi, the man in white, said with a smile.
"Are we the only ones?" Huang Kun in black robe whispered.
"We have arrived, but many people are resting in the distant town and have not come." Xiao Yi explained.
"How many people are here this time?"
"Didn't you mean ten suppressors in one region?"
"Just checking, how many regions have been mobilized in total? Maybe each region is divided so that we can choose a leader in advance?" Huang Kun said with a frown.
"It's possible." As he spoke, a yellow shadow suddenly appeared on the edge of the altar and landed on a thick vine.
"Brother Hu has been guarding the border for many years, but it is much more difficult than those of us in the mainland. I guess his cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds, right?" Xiao Yi said with a hint of compliment.
The yellow shadow appeared, and it turned out to be a man with a mustache. A series of figures suddenly appeared behind him, all of them dressed in yellow.
"Although I, Jingxiu Villa, have accumulated many years of experience, it is still far inferior to the rest and recuperation of the people from the mainland."
The man Hu Nan said in a deep voice, "I wonder if there is a record of the list in our region?"
"Of course there is, there is a record in the second decree." Huang Kun, an old man in black robe, stretched out his hand and shot out a little white thread, which fell on Hu Nan's hand and unfolded into a piece of paper.
He took a look and saw that the names of different forces were carefully arranged on it. After reading it, he was slightly stunned.
"Unexpectedly, Lingxin Villa is also among us. I wonder if the owner of Lingxin Villa has arrived?"
"Although the master of Lingxin Manor is not high in cultivation, he has profound knowledge in formation, talismans and talismans. If he is here, the safety of this mission will be greatly increased," Xiao Yi said happily.
"It's just five regions that are responsible for sweeping out the insect master's lair here. Isn't it a little difficult?" He changed the subject.
"Perhaps there is a shortage of manpower above?" Hu Nan shook his head, "We are okay. Some regional suppressors have been passed down from generation to generation and accumulated for a long time, especially those forces that have experienced many twists and turns and are safe and sound. They are becoming stronger and stronger, like a vassal king whose tail is too big to lose. Presumably
The higher-ups are probably planning to take the opportunity to tidy things up this time."
While the few people were talking, several more waves of people soon arrived in the forest. They all had restrained auras, were dressed in smart clothes, and all had the symbols of the Pine Forest Sword Sect in large or small sizes on their bodies.
By the time it was close to noon, seven or eight groups of people had gathered at the altar and were waiting.
Everyone in the group is an old and cunning person. They look at each other, but they only compliment each other and look at the other suppressors.
After recuperating for many years, these power masters all have hidden cultivation methods, and their true strength cannot be judged just by looking at their auras.
But among them, the suppressors guarding the border are definitely stronger than those in the mainland. After all, the frequency of demonic opponents invading the border is very high, and there are many actual battles. However, some of the suppressors in the mainland have been at peace for a long time, and some even have some swordsmanship.
Feeling unfamiliar.
In this way, the two suppressors guarding the border each occupied one side of the altar. The rest of the suppressors from the mainland naturally spoke without comment and gathered together. For those suppressors who had a strong smell of blood on their bodies, they were faintly concerned.
Some rejection. Maybe it's awe, maybe it's fear.
It was almost noon, and another group of people came faintly from the distance in the forest. They were all white horses, carrying two swords on their backs. The leader of them had a smile with a hint of indifference. There were two long swords hanging on his waist, and embroidered on the edge of his white clothes.
A heart word.
This man looked to be in his early forties, with slightly white temples. He had a vague air of being well-read in poetry and erudite scholars.
A group of knights on white horses were flying through the forest, but they were walking freely, crossing at high speed, with little hindrance from the trees.
"stop."
The person in the lead shouted to stop.
Immediately, the thirty riders were ordered to stop and all stopped quickly.
"But Master Lin Xinlin?"
A voice came from the mainland suppressor side.
Lin Xin looked over and saw clearly distinguishable lines on both sides.
There were also several suppressors he knew on the mainland side. Almost all of them were dressed in fine clothes and made up, and they looked like they were worth a lot of money and were pampered.
On the other side are two suppressors stationed at the border.
The two people, each in a group of ordinary yellow clothes, stood on one side and talked to their own people. Everyone had a strong murderous intention on their bodies, and their clothes were simple.
The other side was even more strange. There were only three of them, and even their clothes were a little torn. They were all wearing gray and rough clothes. If it weren't for the pine forest logo on the chest of the clothes, I would have thought they were begging for food somewhere. But
The hands of the three of them were casually holding the sword hilts at their waists, and their faces were as stiff as ice.
After thinking about it for a moment, Lin Xin also remembered that he had heard people say that it was extremely difficult to suppress the garrison of a certain type. Different from the general suppression of the garrison, the places they went to were the most bitter and cold places, and the conditions were difficult, and it took a long time to see them.
There was only a small amount of manpower to suppress the fighting, and supplies were naturally extremely difficult. In fact, it was more likely that he was sent there because he offended someone in the sect.
"Master Lin, why haven't you come over yet?" Xiao Yi from Chen Yangjing among the mainland suppressors laughed loudly, looking very familiar.
Lingxin Villa has a great reputation, and the Talisman Sword is also widely circulated within the sect. As one of the suppressors who have played a great role in the sect, Lin Xin is naturally also very famous. Compared with many other suppressor forces that change frequently
It is said that he has been able to be as stable as Mount Tai for more than 20 years, which is because he has his own confidence and heritage.
After thinking about it, Lin Xin raised his voice and raised his hand.
"Thank you for your kindness. It's too crowded over there. I'll just wait here."
Over there, I heard that Xiao Yi, Huang Kun and others looked a little ugly with smiles on their faces. Xiao Yi wanted to say something else, but was stopped by someone next to him, so he didn't say more.
Lin Xin was resting where he was. Among the people setting out this time, Lin Zhen was coming. He did not let him go, but asked Lin Luo to follow him.
In addition, the villa's worship masters led 30 people, half of them were recruited from outside and half were trained by the villa itself. Among them, a woman named Ouyang Fei was the strongest, and she also followed the path of cultivating magical weapons. However,
It is a curved hook sword trained by the priest. It is Qiongyu swordsmanship. Huang Shit has tested its strength. It should be at the level of Qi refining, and there is even a hint of a trump card that has not been used.
Sensing the unhappiness over there, Lin Xin didn't care, and signaled everyone in the villa to dismount and prepare for cooking. Everyone was responsible for their own diet and breath regulation. Unlike the mainland suppressors and other groups who brought personal guards and servants to take care of themselves, as the owner of the villa, he
He didn't bring anyone to take care of him. He still ate ordinary nutritious dry biscuits and water.
Lin Luo glanced at the mainland suppressors beside him.
"They have lost their energy and have no vigilance. They have enjoyed themselves for too long."
"It's not enough to be with them." Ouyang Fei also nodded and said, "The other side looks shabby. But in fact, he has a strong murderous aura. It is obvious that he can develop it by walking between life and death for many years. If possible, I would like to get close to this side."
"I don't recommend getting close to him if his temperament is unclear." Lin Luo objected.
Ouyang Fei raised an eyebrow.
"This is the time to unite, and having more strength is valuable."
"What if you have ulterior motives?"
The two of them refused to give in to each other.
Lin Xin smiled.
"It doesn't matter. Just try it out when you have the chance."
He himself has been walking between life and death all year round, and he has a good impression of such people.
Seeing the two groups of people over there looking towards him, he smiled back and nodded as a courtesy.
The group guarding the border are the men in yellow.
The leader, Hu Nan, also immediately returned the greeting with a smile.
There were only three people on the other side. The middle-aged man who took the lead gave a stiff smile, but it looked like he was crying. It seemed that his expression had not changed for a long time.
Behind him were a man and a woman, who looked very young and seemed to be his nephews.
At this point, everyone from this area has arrived, and all the forces are surrounding the altar, waiting for the foundation-building elders leading the team to appear.
Time passed slowly, and it was evening before I knew it.
When the sun was about to set, a crane chirped in the sky in the distance, and a pure-colored white crane slowly flew over, carrying a man on its back with a giant sword on his back. He was wearing half-length exquisite black armor, and his hair was neatly combed into long hair under the strong wind.
The ponytail is at the back, but his expression is unusually indifferent.
The most conspicuous and unique thing about the man is that there is a delicate flower-like character on one side of his face. The red handwriting seems to have been carefully embroidered on it.
The white crane lowered its height, and the man jumped down, landing on the altar without any fancy.
"I am the leader of this area, Hua Lin. I will set off in three days, everyone, please be prepared." When he opened his mouth, his voice was like hoarse metal friction, which was extremely unpleasant.
"Senior brother Hua Lin," Lin Xin called. "Do you remember me?"
Hua Lin glanced over and saw him at first glance, and immediately there was a hint of familiarity in his eyes. He remembered Lin Xin when he asked him to teach Wuyan swordsmanship.
Because among all the people who asked for advice on Wuyan swordsmanship, Lin Xin's learning speed was so fast that it even shocked him. Therefore, he was deeply impressed.
"It turns out to be Junior Brother Lin. The situation is critical this time. Please cooperate fully!" He raised his hands and said politely to Lin Xin, clasping his fists.
"The situation is critical?" Lin Xin also felt that the situation was serious. Senior Brother Hua Lin was already a master of Qi training when he was still in the family, and now that he has reached the foundation building stage, he still says that the situation is critical.
"We need to join up with other people from other regions as soon as possible." Hua Lin said sternly. "At that time, you will see that masters from other sects may also be summoned nearby to help. It is related to the foundation of our four sects. This time only
You can succeed, you can’t fail!”
"It's so serious." Among the mainland garrison, Chen Kun said, his face a little nervous.
"It's more serious than you think." Hua Lin said lightly. (To be continued.)