Netherworld Mountain is located in Xizhou and stretches for more than thousands of miles.
Because the mountain is filled with poisonous fog and miasma, it has become an inaccessible place.
On a small road at the foot of the mountain, there is a wooden sentry post, where several practitioners are leisurely drinking tea.
At this moment, the practitioner standing guard at the top of the sentry suddenly shouted: "Someone is coming!"
After hearing the shouting, the practitioners in the sentry jumped out one after another, looking up at the flying boat in the sky.
One of the white-bearded old men patted the storage bag on his waist and released a flying boat.
After the flying boat grew bigger, the white-bearded old man jumped onto the flying boat and galloped towards the flying boat in the sky.
"Stop! This place is closed to traffic!"
The white-bearded old man stood on top of the flying boat, blocking the direction of the approaching flying boat, and shouted.
There were three men on this airship, one of whom was a big fat man.
They were Chen Yang and his party who came to the treasure hunting conference in a flying boat.
Chen Yang, who was piloting the flying boat, slowly slowed down and stopped a few feet away from the white-bearded old man's flying boat.
Chen Yang stood up from the flying boat, bowed his hands and said, "Old sir, may I ask if you have any advice?"
"The Treasure Hunting Conference is being held ahead. In order to prevent the disciples of the sect from being affected, please leave here or take another route to avoid Netherworld Mountain."
The white-bearded old man said coldly.
"We are also here to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference, and we asked our seniors to let us in."
Chen Yang said calmly.
"Are you also a participant? Who are you from?"
The white-bearded old man frowned and looked at the clothes of the three people.
Wearing an ordinary white robe, with a tree-shaped mark embroidered on the chest, there is nothing more to identify him.
The white-bearded old man couldn't remember the origin of this mark for a while, so he asked.
"We are disciples of Baiyang Valley."
"Baiyang Valley? Is that the sect with few disciples?"
When the white-bearded old man heard what Chen Yang said, he thought for a long time before he remembered that there was actually a sect named Baiyang Valley that also participated in this treasure hunting conference.
"Do you have a token?"
The white-bearded old man looked at the few people warily.
There used to be some casual cultivators who fished in troubled waters in the Treasure Hunting Conference. They were disguised as those inconspicuous disciples of small sects, and caused a lot of trouble to the Treasure Hunting Conference. It almost led to a conflict and misunderstanding between the two sects, and almost started a fight.
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Since then, several sects that host treasure hunting conferences have required holding tokens before they can enter Netherworld Mountain.
How did Chen Yang know this? He turned around and kicked Tian Xingjian, who was sleeping soundly.
"What's going on? Are you here?"
Tian Xingjian rubbed his eyes and murmured.
"Someone asked us to provide evidence to prove that we are a disciple of Baiyang Valley."
Chen Yang shouted.
Tian Xingjian just woke up and quickly took out a letter from his storage bag.
I asked Elder Wu for this before leaving Baiyang Valley.