Knowing the true strength of the Demon Lady of Xingyue Palace, the four Yunlan Palace disciples were extremely shocked and felt that they had suffered a huge psychological blow. They originally thought that they had reached the realm of consciousness and above and were already the proud women of heaven. Unexpectedly, they
It is simply unbelievable that someone of the same age has reached the state of virtualization.
Zhou Xuelian is even more arrogant. She has outstanding talent and has worked hard in Yunlan Palace for many years to achieve her current achievements. However, she met the disciples of Xingyue Palace who have reached the realm of virtualization. What a failure!
"But she looks like she is less than 20 years old. How can she be a super strong person? Even if she started practicing right after she was born, she still wouldn't be in such a state?" Zhang Yanran raised the question in her heart, but she always felt something was wrong.
Qiu Yu shook his head and said: "I don't know the specifics, but her cultivation level is indeed very high. We'd better try not to provoke her. Under the current circumstances, we can quickly find three prisoners for her and we can solve this matter."
Another female disciple, Feng Xiaoli, suggested: "Let's just go far away and leave Fenglingdu first."
The girls thought it was a good idea and all looked at Qiu Yu's face to see what he would say.
Qiu Yu shook his head and said solemnly: "Absolutely not. Even if we can't leave the spiritual realm except Fenglingdu, if she is caught, our lives may not be saved. In my opinion, it is better to be on the safe side and arrest her."
Take prisoners."
Zhang Yanran was the first to nod in agreement, "That's right, everyone just listen to him."
Unknowingly, Zhou Xuelian also gained some trust in the young man who risked his life to save her, and said: "Well, let's do as you say. Let's just divide the troops into two groups. The chance will be greater.
The disciples of the sect communicate with each other with whistles."
The Yunlan Palace disciples had always regarded Zhou Xuelian as their eldest sister, so naturally they had no objection. They quickly divided into two groups and went their separate ways, disappearing in the wind and snow.
Qiu Yu followed one of the groups. The two girls were Zhang Yanran and Feng Xiaoli who had interacted with each other before. They were very familiar with each other and were no strangers.
Walking like this in the wind and snow, it was not until dusk that they met a few people, but they were disciples of the Songyun Sect wearing blue robes. There were men and women among them, all of them had sharp eyes, and they looked like they were not to be trifled with.
Qiu Yu had no intention of provoking the other party. After all, the beggar elder of Songyun Sect had given him the token, which was quite a connection.
Compared to other sects, the disciples of Songyun Sect are more disciplined. Even though they can rob herbs, they will not kill people and silence them. They basically just give up after grabbing things.
Now when they arrived at Fenglingdu, the seven Songyun Sect disciples had not gained much yet. When they saw three Fengming Valley disciples appearing, the young man in the lead had a dark face and said in a deep voice: "These guys should have medicinal herbs, so everyone just robbed them.
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The other disciples thought the same way, and they all nodded. After all, entering the spiritual realm requires gathering corresponding medicinal herbs, and they have gained very little recently. They also carried out robbery and adopted extraordinary measures like other sect disciples.
As the black-faced young man waved his hand, six Songyun Sect disciples rushed over and surrounded Qiu Yu and the other three with their weapons drawn. There was a tense and terrifying atmosphere.
The two female disciples of Yunlan Palace also took out their weapons and looked at these people with a cold light in their bright eyes. Even though they were alone, they showed no fear.
Qiu Yu really didn't want to fight with him. Moreover, the other party had a large number of people. If they really fought, he might not be able to take advantage. It might hurt both sides, which was a bit unreasonable. He smiled kindly and pretended to be puzzled: "
Brothers and sisters, why are you blocking our way?"
Seeing him like this, the black-faced young man said in a deep voice: "Friend, I'm sorry, a group of us are unlucky. We didn't collect many herbs. In order to meet the mission when we went out, we had to rob you. If you hand over the herbs, you will be let go."
, otherwise don’t blame us for being rude.”
Qiu Yu smiled and said, "Do you mean what you say? Just let us leave after I hand over the herbs to you?"
"It's absolutely true, we don't want to hurt others." The black-faced young man said solemnly.
"Okay then, please accept this herb first to see if it has any weight." As Qiu Yu's wrist shook, a heavy item was thrown out.
At a sudden glance, the dark-faced young man's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly reached out and held it in his hand. He turned his back and looked closely. He saw that what he caught was a token. It was dark and looked like ordinary cast iron. In fact, it was a token.
Made of extremely rare dark iron, the back has patterns of clouds and pine trees, and the front is engraved with three seal characters, "Pine Cloud Order."
Who would have thought that the other party actually possesses an extremely important token for our sect. Where does it come from?
The black-faced young man was very puzzled. He hurriedly put the token into his sleeve, turned around, and said to Qiu Yu with a fist in his hand and a very friendly attitude: "Brother, please take a moment to speak. I have something to ask."
This move surprised the others, especially the two Yunlan Palace disciples. They didn't know what Qiu Yu had just thrown over, which actually made the enemy become polite.
The few disciples of the Songyun Sect were far away and could not clearly see what was flashing in the air just now. They were also confused.
Song Yun Ling has been treasured by Qiu Yu, and it is of no use on weekdays. At this time, Qiu Yu showed it and felt that it seemed to work. He smiled and said: "It's easy to talk about, but please wait patiently, Qian Yu.
Don't hurt them."
The so-called them refer to the two female disciples of Yunlan Palace. The dark-faced young man nodded quickly, "Don't worry, our people will never take action until the matter is clear."
"That's good." Qiu Yu walked over.
Worry flashed in the eyes of the two women, fearing that he would be harmed. Zhang Yanran said loudly: "Be careful, you don't get assassinated."
Qiu Yu turned around and smiled, and said confidently: "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back later. Please wait a moment."
The black-faced young man also ordered his brothers not to take action for the time being, and then walked side by side with Qiu Yu to the distance. After stopping, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he scolded with an unkind expression: "Who are you?"
Qiu Yu said calmly: "Of course it's one of our own. Didn't you recognize this Songyun Token?"
Seeing his understatement, the black and bright young man took out the Songyun Token and said fiercely: "Where did you steal the token from?"
Qiu Yu snorted coldly: "What a joke, this is my token, brother, we are all a family, don't you understand?"
The black-faced young man was stunned. There was no doubt that the token was real. Suddenly he remembered something and asked suspiciously: "Are you also from our Songyun Sect?"
Qiu Yu secretly laughed in his heart, but climbed up the pole, nodded and said: "Of course, I have already said that we are in the same group."
The dark-faced young man's eyes fell on him, and he asked a little doubtfully: "But how did you become a disciple of Fengming Valley?"
Qiu Yu looked around and looked extremely cautious. He whispered mysteriously: "I'm telling you this secret. It must not be spread outside. I am an undercover..."