Chapter 356: The Cultivator in the Crack

Although covered by the Flying Cavalry tribe, there are still a large number of monks from the moon-watching world, centered on the major camps near the moon-watching city, infiltrating the various spirit stone veins around Xuanye city, and from time to time, they will attack the monks who have fallen into the hands of foreign monks. The spiritual mines in the village, and some areas where the spiritual grass is abundant, launched an attack. Although it is covered by the Flying Cavalry tribe, there is no way to take care of it completely. Around Xuanye City, there are many places with high mountains and towering trees, and some places are densely covered with miasma. Spiritual birds are not willing to go to such places. go.

There are also some smoky and mixed smells, and it is difficult to find traces of the activities of the small group of monks. It is naturally unrealistic for these Flying Riders to land on the ground to hunt them down. Once they land on the ground and lose their advantage in the air, they are like tigers with their teeth pulled out, and they have no deterrent effect on the monks of the Mochizuki world. up. On the ground, the monks in the moon-watching world will have more experience in fighting on the ground.

"Why are there so many monks from the Flying Cavalry tribe, more than 30 cavalry, my God, they generally only have one team to act alone, unless they encounter many people from our Mochizuki world, they will dispatch two or even three teams together Action, what is this going to do, did you find us?"

At this time, no one noticed that under the abundant bushes on the ground, there were several cracks of different widths. In the cracks, there were strands of earthy aura continuously emerging from the ground, and the breath of low-level spiritual grass around. The hidden monk's own breath was covered up. As long as the people inside don't take the initiative to expose it, even ordinary foundation cultivators will not find anything strange inside when they approach. The world of cultivating immortals is huge, and there are many strange terrains. The cracks on the surface in front of you are just one of thousands That's all.

Among them, a young male cultivator couldn't help but shiver when he saw the number of flying knights in the sky.

"If you want to find out, you should have found out earlier, but you have passed through several waves of flying cavalry before that." An old man with white eyebrows in Qingdan Palace next to him was mature and prudent, and said carefully, "Everyone should pay attention to it, and try not to make any abnormal movements. Flying cavalry, if you provoke other monks from other lands, we will die."

"No, Senior Sister, look, these Flying Riders seem to be chasing that silver-haired young man." The cultivator in the crack of the ground suddenly reminded in a low voice.

"Their speed is so fast!" There were quite a few people in the crack, but they were all very careful, lest they disturb the monks above.

"No, that silver-haired young man is crazy. He even took the initiative to rush towards the monks of the Flying Cavalry Tribe. What is his mount? Its aura is so powerful!"

"It should be a monk from my moon-watching world. I don't know which sect he belongs to. He must be capable of subduing such a flying silver corpse. It is a pity that the dying struggle cannot be spared." The white-browed old man who spoke before couldn't help but sigh now.

"Senior Sister Zhu, why do I look at that silver-haired young man somewhat like Senior Brother Lu?" A green-clothed female cultivator gave Zhu Ling a hand.

"Senior brother Lu? I also think it looks a bit like it, but I'm not sure." Zhu Ling's eyes were suspicious at first, but Lu Xiaotian in his memory was calm and indifferent most of the time, and the only time they met was The experience of entering the Scarlet Forbidden Land.

At this time, although the silver-haired young man looked equally indifferent, it was rare for him to face the soaring fighting spirit of dozens of flying cavalry alone. Since Lu Xiaotian established the foundation, he rarely stayed in Lingxiao Palace. During the time at Qingyue Peak, they were either doing alchemy or retreating. Even Su Qing, Wu Yan and Lu Xiaotian's best friends were hard to see, let alone her and Leng Qiaoyu, who only occasionally heard Some rumors about Lu Xiaotian. Coupled with his silver hair, Zhu Ling couldn't fully recognize him for a while.

"Why, the other party is your fellow disciple?" The white-browed old man asked in a deep voice.

"Somewhat similar, but I'm not sure yet." Zhu Ling said truthfully.

"The other party is directly exposed to the attack of dozens of flying warriors. In this situation, let alone our current strength is far from enough, even if it is enough, it is too late to go out to save people now." The white-browed old man shook his head. Whether it's you people from Lingxiao Palace, or the monks from Qingdan Palace who appear, you can't spoil the overall situation for one person, otherwise, once our whereabouts are exposed, no one will be able to leave here alive."

"That is, we can't put so many of us in danger for just one person."

The young monk next to him suddenly turned out to be Meng Yu from Xuanbingmen. Seeing that the white-haired young man in front of him overlapped with the figure of Lu Xiaotian who ruined his good deeds in the cave of Scarlet Forbidden Land, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little bit of resentment. After his treachery was spread, Meng Yu's status in Xuanbingmen was also affected a bit. After all, the relationship between Lingxiao Palace and Xuanbingmen was good. The people still protected him, but due to the pressure, they had to treat him coldly for several years. Meng Yu naturally put all this account on Lu Xiaotian. Even if the silver-haired young man in front of him was just imagining Lu Xiaotian, Meng Yu felt disgusted for no reason.

Hearing Meng Yu's voice, Zhu Ling, Leng Qiaoyu, and the five monks from Lingxiao Palace didn't have a good look at him, and they didn't bother to talk to him.

Meng Yu looked a little ugly, but his luck was not very good. The monk team he was in was attacked by foreign monks and suffered heavy losses. Now only he and two other injured brothers were left in the team. In comparison, The situation of Zhu Ling's team is much better. There are still seven people, only one of them is slightly injured, and overall they still retain a relatively strong combat power. Qingdan Palace, Xuanbingmen, and Lingxiao Palace's three monk teams all suffered losses of varying sizes. Out of coincidence and out of self-protection needs, these damaged teams temporarily went to the Together, and use this accidentally discovered crack to hide, avoiding the hunt and pursuit of foreign monks.

At this time, neither Lu Xiaotian nor the dozens of flying cavalry in the air noticed that there were still some eyes staring at the battle in the air below the high altitude. many. Coupled with the cover-up function of the crack, and the deliberate care of the monks in the crack, even with Lu Xiaotian's strong spiritual sense, it is difficult to find it.

"What a powerful fighting spirit." Wu Hong, who was in charge of leading the tribal fighters in the sky to intercept, was a little startled secretly, and at the same time, there was a bit of respect on his face.