Shen Fan stood in the courtyard with his spiritual sword in hand, staring at the surroundings with a serious face. At the same time, he extended his consciousness to the maximum, trying to find the mysterious messenger.
However, what surprised him was that his spiritual consciousness did not find any clues.
There are only two such situations.
One is that the other party is a mortal and cannot use spiritual power, so there is no spiritual power left behind.
The second is that the other party's realm is much higher than your own, and the suppression of strength prevents your own spiritual consciousness from functioning.
The former scenario is unlikely.
Not to mention that this is Qinglingmen, a holy land of the Immortal Family in the eyes of mortals, and there will be no trace of mortals.
Even if the other party is a mortal, he cannot approach him silently and then put the letter on his bed!
Then the second possibility is left. I am a Yuyang Realm monk. If the other party wants to leave no trace at all, he must at least be a strong man in the Desolate Realm!
Thinking of this, Shen Fan's originally nervous heart calmed down.
"Since the other party is a strong man in the wilderness and can send the letter to my room silently, I guess there is no malice, but..."
Shen Fan's heart moved, and he immediately returned to the house, opened the envelope on the bed, took out the letter paper inside, and read it carefully.
After a moment, he frowned slightly, because not only did the letter clearly state his name, but he even knew his relationship with Junior Sister Han Yan!
In addition, this person also said that he was an envoy of the Shangzong. Due to some reasons, it was inconvenient to show up, but he would enter the Falling Dragon Valley the day after tomorrow to attract the demon cultivators and let them respond well.
"Although this person knows my background, these are not secret matters. You can find out with a little inquiry. Moreover, he said that he is an envoy of the Shangzong, but how can he prove it with just a letter?"
After thinking for a while, Shen Fan decided to send this letter to his master tomorrow and let them make a decision.
While Shen Fan was still reading the letter in his room, Wang Tiezhu had already returned to his room, took off his night clothes and put on his day clothes.
"The letter has been delivered. Although it is unlikely that they will respond to it, I still have to remind them, lest they say that I, the envoy of the Shangzong, have not communicated with them..."
Wang Tiezhu deliberately delayed the action by one day in his letter. He was afraid that Qingling Sect would send someone to inspect tomorrow, and he couldn't tell it too late, so he had to set the time for the day after tomorrow.
According to his idea, the treasure hunting trip should last no longer than three days. During this period, he would try his best to attract the attention of the demon cultivator. However, if the demon cultivator was not fooled, he would have to find another way.
Time flew by and it was the evening of the next day in a blink of an eye.
Wang Tiezhu was wearing a dark robe, standing in the shadow of a big tree, quietly waiting for the arrival of the other three.
Not long after.
Two figures appeared from the direction of Cuizhuyuan, sneaking to Qingshi Square.
"Brother Dongfang, why is there no one? They won't come, right?"
"Can't you? Wang Daoyou is the director of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce, how can he have no credibility?"
"That's not necessarily true. You gave them the Thousand Miles Instant Talisman early. Maybe they felt that this trip was too dangerous and ran away secretly?"
"this……"
Just when Dongfang Wei was struggling, he heard a lazy voice coming from the nearby trees.
"You two are a bit slow! The ones waiting below are almost asleep..."
"Fellow Daoist Wang?!"
Dongfang Wei looked back in surprise and saw a figure wearing a monkey face mask walking out of the bushes.
Looking at the smiling monkey Wang Tiezhu was wearing, Dongfang Wei was a little confused.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, what is this?"
"Oh! Brother Dongfang, don't worry. I'm just afraid of meeting acquaintances. You don't need to pay attention..."
Hearing what he said, Dongfang Wei nodded. As the director of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce, he must have a wide network of contacts. This time he came here secretly, so there is nothing wrong with concealing his identity!
Qi Yuan was embarrassed and silent. Just now, he was worried that Wang Tiezhu would run away with the earth-grade talisman, but he didn't expect that he would arrive so early.
"I wonder how much he heard of the conversation just now..."
Just when he was in shock and doubt, another figure appeared in Qingshi Square.
"Eh? Are the three of you already here? I kept you waiting for a long time."
This person's voice is clear and sweet, and she is the only female cultivator among the four, Gong Yuping.
She caught a glimpse of the figure wearing a smiling monkey mask among the three, and couldn't help but cover her mouth with a smile, and her eyes turned into crescents in the night sky.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, why are you dressed like this?"
"Haha... you don't have to worry about personal hobbies, Gong Xianzi..."
Wang Tiezhu was too lazy to continue explaining, so he dealt with it casually, and then looked at Dongfang Wei, "Brother Dongfang, are you fully prepared?"
Dongfang Wei quickly patted his chest, showing a heartbroken look on his face.
"No problem! No one can enter the Falling Dragon Valley during this period, so some Taoist friends don't want to waste time here, so they choose to take action with the magic weapons they prepared before. Although it consumes a lot of spiritual crystals, they are still fully prepared...
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"Well, that's good, without further ado, let's set off immediately!"
After saying that, the four of them took advantage of the darkness and rushed towards the foot of Qingling Mountain.
Because the ancestral protection array of Qinglingmen is open to the public on weekdays, you need to show your identity jade badge when entering, but not when leaving.
Therefore, the group of people did not encounter any obstacles and successfully left the Qingling Sect. They each controlled the air-defying spiritual weapons and escaped towards the Fallen Dragon Valley.
Not long after they left Qingling Sect, the figures of two Qingling Sect disciples appeared at the mountain gate.
"Hey, it's hard to persuade that damn ghost!"
"No matter what they do, we take them in with good intentions, but they still insist on dying. That's fine, it saves us a waste of resources in our sect!"
"That's right! That's right! Senior Brother Shen Fan also asked us to guard the mountain gate. In my opinion, it's completely unnecessary! Let's go, I just saw a long-eared rabbit over there. It's very fat. Tonight
We brothers are really lucky!"
…
In the night sky, four streams of light flashed past.
Dongfang Wei looked at the pitch-black iron sheet under Wang Tiezhu's seat with a confused look on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, is this air-controlling magic weapon of yours... a bit out of place?"
Wang Tiezhu raised his eyebrows, and without saying a word, he immediately released the Jingfeng Sword.
In an instant, everyone felt their eyes blur, and his figure disappeared from the spot, leaving only an undetectable stream of light in the distance.
The next moment, another blur appeared before his eyes, and Wang Tiezhu appeared again, with a mysterious long sword under his feet.
"Swordsmanship?!"
The three of them were all shocked. Before they could take a closer look, Wang Tiezhu put away the Jingfeng Sword, sat on the black shadow cloud again, and flew forward with them silently.
In response to this, Dongfang Wei could only smile awkwardly, not wanting to ask any more questions, and followed him angrily, flying to the Fallen Dragon Valley together...