After Xingji finalized the plan, Xuan Caijun and Feng Moru both had a glimmer of light in their eyes and immediately agreed.
The reactions of the three people caught Li Yan's eyes, and he smiled in his heart.
"These three people are all cunning and cunning people, and they analyzed the results quickly.
They have other thoughts in their minds but don't say it out loud. If Jiang Baibi invites these people not to besiege and kill enemies, but to hunt for treasures, Xingbo and the others will have an unexpected harvest!"
Li Yan glanced at the people with smiles in their eyes, and felt a little hopeful in his heart. At this time, Xuan Caijun bowed his hand to Li Yan.
"Elder Zhang is very clever, otherwise we would still be at a loss here, hahaha!!"
Li Yan also waved his hand with a smile...
Before dawn, four figures quietly flew up from the Black Forest Villa and instantly disappeared into the dark night.
More than thirty breaths later, several more figures disappeared from a mountain peak and flew toward the southeast, which was exactly the direction of the previous four figures.
Song Rongdao was about fifty years old, with gray hair and a purple robe. He had a deep demeanor and looked like a great master.
This time, the three people he made an appointment with were all casual cultivators. In the Forsaken Continent, there are many races of monks, small aristocratic families, and small sects everywhere.
Since then, some declining or annexed aristocratic sects will have monks living outside, ranging from low-level monks to high-level monks, and many casual cultivators have also been created.
At the same time, there are also some aloof people and evil cultivators in the underworld who like to live alone, and their whereabouts are even more mysterious and erratic.
They are on the run, looking for their destiny to be immortals, and it is common for them to rob and kill immortal cultivators.
You can easily obtain spiritual stones, elixirs, and even some skill secrets from others, which sometimes gives you more freedom than joining a sect.
There are also some high-level monks who were hunted down and spent huge amounts of spiritual stones to come to the Lost Continent to escape the disaster. Most of them did not like to interact with others.
Therefore, the scattered cultivators on the Forgotten Continent are as diverse as the three religions and nine streams in the world of mortals.
These three casual cultivators were quite at odds with Song Rongdao, and after many years of interaction, they benefited from each other.
"Brother Song, are you sure that when we break the restriction in that place, the demonic armies on both sides will not notice the restriction fluctuations?"
As soon as they flew out of Black Forest Villa, one of the four people asked.
The four of them just gathered together today and discussed for several hours. Most of the time before was spent talking about how to distribute the benefits obtained.
After some bargaining, Song Rongdao, as the initiator and the only person who knew the place, left 40% of the share without hesitation, and the remaining 60% was divided equally among the three people.
As soon as the matter was settled, the four decided to set off immediately, not wanting to waste time and avoid complications.
So some other things were decided on the way.
The person who spoke was a female nun, about forty years old.
She has a plump figure, fair skin, round face and phoenix eyes, and a black hair with a hairpin. In the middle of the hairpin, a pair of plump buttocks hold the long skirt tightly and straight, and the sound is like an oriole, which is very beautiful.
The years of endless glory are the times that make men most want to stop.
"No, that place is not easy to find, and the surrounding environment will also eliminate most of the spiritual energy fluctuations. It will definitely be okay if we put a layer of barrier outside.
What's more, with Fellow Daoist Yang's attainments in formations, I don't think it will cause much commotion to lift those restrictions. We can all count on Fellow Daoist Yang then."
Song Rongdao answered with a smile, but his words were heard by the other three people, and they all cursed secretly in their hearts.
"Old man, at a time like this, it's better not to reveal anything!"
Of course they wanted to know where the place Song Rongru was talking about as soon as possible, but the other party didn't tell the truth at all, and the Yin Yang Tai Chi game was flourishing.
The female cultivator surnamed Yang is the one with the lowest cultivation level among the four people, and she is also the early-stage Jindan cultivator whom Li Yan and the others sensed.
She just seemed to be asking for her own safety, but everyone understood that she was trying to find out where the place Song Rongdao was talking about was?
Even though several people had already discussed the distribution of profits afterwards, Song Rongdao had only revealed the approximate location before, which was close to the border of the Black and White Demon Clan.
This is like saying nothing. The border between the black and white demons is endless, not to mention that they are actually within the border now. Fortunately, they know that the place where Song Rongdao wants to go is on this border.
At this moment, the female cultivator surnamed Yang suddenly snorted coldly. She turned her head with a frosty look on her face. Behind her, a middle-aged man in the middle stage of the Golden Core was flying half a step behind her.
"Yan, have you seen enough? I want to go home and see your mother!"
The female cultivator surnamed Yang scolded angrily in a low voice, her eyebrows raised, and the middle-aged man behind her curled her lips.
Then he calmly retracted his lustful eyes that had been staring at the other party's plump buttocks and a pair of proudly standing peaks, and at the same time chuckled softly.
"It's not impossible. How about...you be my mother?"
"you……"
The female cultivator surnamed Yang held a breath of anger in her chest. She had seen shameless people, but she had never seen such shameless people.
Ever since she saw her in the villa this afternoon, this person has been staring at her with lustful eyes. Although she is not a lover, she is still extremely unhappy with people who show their lust directly on their faces.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, this time we have to focus on major matters. We must cooperate and don't hurt Heqi.
Otherwise, Song will have no choice but to ask you to leave!"
Song Rongdao stepped between the two of them in a flash, separating the female cultivator surnamed Yang who was eager to make a move. At the same time, he said coldly to the cultivator surnamed Yan.
He knew that the monk named Yan he knew was as lustful as life.
If you meet someone better than yourself
The monks with high cultivation level just paid back. At most, they were thinking about how to secretly plot against the opponent.
But if you encounter a beautiful cultivator with a lower cultivation level than yourself, you may take action directly.
However, monk surnamed Yan is not a fool, and he is definitely not the kind of person who is greedy for food. He always has to find out the details of the opponent before deciding whether to take action.
This time, in order to enter that place, Song Rongdao invited the female cultivator surnamed Yang to come over. However, this woman was the one who had the best knowledge of battle tactics among all the people he knew.
Considering the dangers he encountered when entering that place for a short distance, he decided to invite a few more people to go with him, and the formation master was an indispensable and important part.
When Song Rongdao invites people to accompany him, he must not only be familiar with the person's background and personality, but he will also not invite monks from sects or immortal cultivating families behind his back.
He would only invite some solitary monks to go with him, and the monk surnamed Yan also met his conditions.
In addition to being lecherous, this person was also quite alert and had good combat prowess. The most important thing was that he listened to Song Rongdao's words.
Compared with the importance of the female cultivator surnamed Yang, if the cultivator surnamed Yan was really stubborn, Song Rongdao would have no choice but to keep the female cultivator surnamed Yang and drive him away.
After hearing what Song Rongdao said, the monk surnamed Yan had a fierce look in his eyes.
His cruel intentions were only directed at the female cultivator surnamed Yang, and he did not dare to think of revenge on Song Rongdao. Not to mention that Song Rongdao looked like a mellow old man, but he had suffered great losses at the hands of the other party.
The opponent's attack was extremely cruel. If the monk surnamed Yan had not taken advantage of him when his life was still at stake, he would have been killed by Song Rongdao that time.
Even if we don't fight, we don't know each other, but one thing about Song Rongdao is very good, that is, once he says something, he rarely regrets it.
Song Rongdao felt that monk surnamed Yan was a good sword, and monk surnamed Yan felt that Song Rongdao was fierce and trustworthy, so the two of them became friends.
"Bitch, you still pretend to be a good woman! Humph, just wait for me. After I use you to break the formation restrictions, I will turn you into a slut and make you beg me to fuck you. At that time, Song
It’s strange that Rong Dao would care about your life and death!”
The monk surnamed Yan was thinking bitterly in his heart, but after Song Rongdao finished speaking, he had already returned to the appearance of a gentleman and no longer looked at the female cultivator surnamed Yang.
"Fellow Daoist Song, can you tell me again the last time you encountered the 'Dark Spirit Monster Bat'?"
Just after everyone fell silent, a cold voice broke the silence.
It is the young man in Xuanyi who has never spoken among the four of them. This person has the same cultivation level as Song Rongdao and is in the late Jindan stage.
He looks a bit too young for his age, only 18 or 19 years old, his face is blue, and his thin lips are tightly closed most of the time.
The meaning behind his words was that everyone understood what his true purpose was.
When Song Rongdao invited them to come and tell them that he had discovered a secret cave that might be ancient or even ancient, they were very surprised. But then came deep doubt.
With such a good thing, let alone their relationship with Song Rongdao, if he had such a chance, he might not be willing to tell it even to his biological son.
But soon they understood why Song Rongdao was so generous. The formation restrictions in the secret cave he discovered were very powerful, and he even encountered an ancient magical beast "Dark Spirit Demon Bat" there.
But what made Song Rongdao feel fortunate was that the "Dark Spirit Monster Bat" he encountered only had four wings, which meant that it was still underage.
If it was really an adult "Dark Spirit Monster Bat" with six flying wings, Song Rongdao wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
Seeing the bad opportunity, Song Rongdao took the road and fled.
If there really is a "Dark Spirit Monster Bat" in that secret cave, it is most likely an ancient or ancient secret cave that has been sealed.
After all, very few people in the Forgotten Continent now claim to have seen this kind of ancient monster.
This was also Song Rongdao's explanation before, but they obviously wanted to hear it again.
The smile on Song Rongdao's face did not change, but he was already cursing in his heart.
"Damn, I've told you so much in detail, but I still don't believe it. This is because I wonder if I'm going to set a trap somewhere, waiting for them to jump!"
With a smile on his face, Song Rongdao told the story again as if he was considering it carefully, and finally he said.
"Even though the 'Dark Spirit Monster Bat' was underage, I couldn't kill it. However, in a hasty fight with it, I still cut off a piece of flesh from its sharp claws."
After saying this, Song Rong turned the knife over in his hand, and a small piece of black stuff with a faint light appeared on his finger.
The black thing was only the size of a small finger, wrinkled, and covered with fine hairs, each one like a sharp thorn.
The other side also had faint traces of flowing blood, which looked like it had been cut from some kind of creature.
What was even more surprising to the three of them was that they felt an aura of vicissitudes of life coming from this object, but there was no sense of aging.
This time, Song Rongdao directly showed this small piece of flesh to the three of them, just to completely dispel their concerns.
This is also where he is cunning. If he had revealed this piece of flesh from the beginning, these three people might have become more suspicious.
Amidst the constant expectations of others, giving the strongest evidence may suppress the last doubts in the other person's mind.
Because at that time, you believed some of the other party's constant explanations, but you just lacked the final affirmation.
At dusk on the fifth day, under the surprised eyes of the other three people, they flew over a sea.
Under the gray sky, with raging waves hitting the sky and strong winds raging, this is a wide bay connected to the sea on the border between the black and white ethnic groups.