The sharp light flashing across his pupils did not come from Bai Yi's eyes, but from the starry sky above his head.
The sharp light flashed by, extremely fast and silent, very much like a shooting star.
Maybe other outer disciples wouldn't see anything strange even if they noticed it, but Bai Yi's pupils instantly shrank, like the light of a needle.
"Cultivator" Bai Yi, who was whispering, dodged to the side of a tree.
At the same time, he activated the Hidden Spirit Art, collected his own spiritual energy, and held his breath to concentrate.
What flew by under the moonlight was not a shooting star, it was clearly the sword light of a cultivator.
After a flash of sword light, not long after, dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky above Ruyun Valley like a sudden shower of stars.
The end point of these sword lights pointed directly at the low-level spiritual veins in the valley.
Nearly a hundred sword lights flashed through, and the night sky returned to calm again.
Walking out from under the tree, Bai Yi frowned and whispered: "Nearly a hundred cultivators suddenly appeared in Ruyun Valley.
Could it be that they are monks from other sects who came to plunder spiritual veins?"
With so many cultivators appearing at the same time, Bai Yi didn't think that they were all inner disciples of Cangyun Sect.
There were no spiritual herbs in Cangyun Valley, and inner disciples would not arrive suddenly in the middle of the night.
So the most likely possibility was that cultivators from other sects would come to plunder spiritual vein resources.
The purpose of practicing Wenduwuwu in Ruyun Valley is to hone the minds of the outer disciples.
In fact, many outer disciples do not understand the so-called world of cultivation.
The real world of cultivation is simply a jungle where the weak and the strong prey on each other.
Whose?
Whoever has a high level of cultivation can obtain more cultivation resources.
The bloody battle between various sects to compete for cultivation resources is not comparable to the martial arts in Yuyun Valley.
That is the real fight, a cruel battle where you either die or I live.
Respecting the strong is a wise saying in the world of cultivation.
No one knows the world of cultivation better than Bai Yi, the Sanxian who is above all cultivators.
When he saw the sword light appearing in the sky above Ruyun Valley, Bai Yi had already guessed the disaster that was about to happen.
Jiang Dachuan ran somewhere unknown, and must have slipped back a long time ago.
Bai Yi glanced around and left quickly in the opposite direction of the spiritual vein.
There is no benefit.
Cultivators will not easily fight each other.
The purpose of those strange monks coming to Yungu is not to massacre some outer disciples of Cangyun Sect.
They must be here for that low-level spiritual vein.
A low-level spiritual vein is extremely huge, similar to a mine, but every spiritual vein contains spiritual vein essence.
The spiritual vein essence of a low-level spiritual vein can reach the limit of half a foot in length, and its weight is only a hundred.
As long as it is dug out, a cultivator in the foundation-building realm can easily carry it away.
Bai Yi's steps were fast, but not hurried.
Those sword lights were too far away from the ground, and he couldn't tell the other party's cultivation level.
However, judging from the speed of the sword light, those people's cultivation levels were not too high, at least not as high as the golden elixir.
Nearly a hundred foundation-building monks will never dare to take the initiative of the real Cangyun Sect.
The purpose of these people can only be to enter the low-level spiritual essence in the Cloud Valley, and they will never be willing to fight, otherwise as long as the Cangyun Sect comes.
Several elders and more than a hundred foundation-building monks must all be killed.
In a short period of time, Bai Yi had already deduced the true intentions of those strange monks.
Just as he deduced, those people really came to snatch the essence of spiritual veins.
Outside the spiritual mine deep in the Cloud Valley, nearly a hundred strange cultivators wearing black veils appeared at this time.
When their leader waved his hand silently, a low and short pitiful howl suddenly sounded around the mine.
The disciple who was mining was killed almost instantly.
Cao Yan, who was sleeping, was suddenly awakened by a strange sound.
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When the spiritual deacon rubbed his eyes and saw the man in black standing in front of him, his expression suddenly changed.
Before he could shout, a sword struck out.
Light had flown out from behind his neck.
After a brief killing, nearly half of the monks in black rushed into the mine, eagerly searching for the essence of the spiritual veins.
The remaining people scattered and hid around the mines.
As long as anyone was attracted by the sound of fighting, they would immediately Take action to kill them.
Entering a tall wooden house in Yuyun Valley, Lang Qianli was pacing in the room with a gloomy expression.
"This Yang Yifan is really ignorant.
He thinks he is still the true successor of Dan Pavilion, huh."
Yang Yifan's intervention made him very annoyed.
Lang Qianli shouted angrily: "You are just an outer deacon who has fallen to the early stage of foundation building.
If you dare to go against me, Lang Qianli, don't let me get the handle.
Otherwise, sooner or later, you Yang Yifan will be killed."
Drive out the Cangyun Sect" While he was sulking, Lang Qianli suddenly noticed weak spiritual power fluctuations coming from the distance, and pushed the door open and came outside.
Lang Qianli's residence was not too far away from the spiritual veins, so he noticed the strangeness.
However, Yang Yifan's residence was opposite the spiritual veins, almost half of the Ruyun Valley, so he could not detect it at all.
"The spiritual energy in the mineral veins is fluctuating.
What the hell is that bastard Cao Yan doing?"
Long Qianli pondered for a while and walked towards the spiritual veins in confusion, wanting to see what was going on.
Before he could get close to the spiritual veins, a sword light suddenly struck from the dense forest on one side.
Lang Qianli was fat, but his reaction was not slow.
He hurriedly used his flying sword to resist.
The two magic weapons collided, making a crisp sound that could be heard far away in the valley at night.
"Who?"
Lang Qianli was shocked and angry, and shouted angrily: "You dare to run wild in Ruyun Valley, I think you are impatient with life."
He thought that the other party was an outer disciple.
When Lang Qianli saw more than a dozen strange monks surrounding him from nearby, the fat on his face began to tremble.
He finally understood that the appearance of so many strange cultivators in Ruyun Valley could only mean one thing, that is, someone was attacking the outer sect of Cangyun Sect to plunder the spiritual veins.
"Here comes someone!"
Long Qianli yelled.
Without taking action, he actually jumped on the flying sword and turned around and ran away.
He specifically targeted various residential areas of the outer disciples and flew there.
Fight quickly" After Lang Qianli made such a fuss, the outer disciples in Ruyun Valley were awakened one after another.
Some disciples rushed out in a daze and directly faced the strange monks who were chasing Lang Qianli.
They were easily killed almost immediately after they met. .
Although the outer disciples were no match for these foundation-building monks, they still played a certain delaying role.
Lang Qianli managed to escape the pursuit by taking the lives of dozens of outer disciples, and fled out of Ruyun Valley in panic, rushing to Went to report to the sect.
It would be better if there were no Long Qianli.
At least except for the disciples responsible for mining at the Spirit Mine, others would not be in any danger.
However, Ruyun Valley is now in chaos.
The figures of black-clothed monks appear in major residential areas from time to time.
Countless outer disciples Thus died.
At this time, Bai Yizheng was walking through a dense forest and was close to his residence.
It was far away from the spiritual veins.
Those black-clothed monks probably wouldn't come here specifically to kill people.
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But when he just arrived near this residential area, something suddenly happened above his head.
A sword light passed by.
The man in black who was driving the flying sword had already passed Bai Yi, but suddenly stopped.
After a pause, Bai Yi stood on the spot, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
This man in black was originally chasing Long Qianli, but found out that Long Qianli was escaping towards the mountain gate of Cangyun Sect, so he hurried back and met Bai Yi.
The man in black glanced at the young man in front of him, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
He actually jumped down from the flying sword and blocked the way.
The face was covered by a veil, and his appearance could not be seen.
He could only see a pair of gloomy eyes, and the strange head. long gray hair.
Seeing the other party's eyes and gray hair, Bai Yi's eyebrows moved slightly and his heart was frightened, but his face did not show the slightest panic and he remained silent.
Although he couldn't tell his appearance, Bai Yi recognized the identity of the man in black from his gray hair and eyes.
This man was the gray-haired deacon of Qishamen who accompanied Prince Gao Meng in front of Prince Jing's Mansion.
"Recognized me" The gray-haired man in black whispered with a half-smile.
He also recognized the young man in front of him who had once bet on horse bones with the prince.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pointed at the flying sword floating in front of him and shouted coldly: "Then go to hell":