"Will they find this place?" Ning Lang asked worriedly.
"Maybe." She looked at them: "So, I want you to stay calm. In front of an absolutely strong person, life and death are only a matter of a second."
Hearing this, several people were startled and realized the seriousness of the matter, so they sat together to discuss countermeasures.
"They are heading towards the mountain. Fortunately, we are not going there." Luo Fei said, looking at Feng Jiu. He saw that he had completely suppressed the aura of the Nascent Soul. If they didn't know that he had entered the Nascent Soul stage, they really couldn't tell that he was already a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Take a rest! No need to hide anymore. If we are discovered, the situation will be very bad. Just follow the countermeasures we just discussed." Fengjiu gestured. It was still dark, so she asked them to sit under a tree and rest.
Several people nodded and sat under the tree to rest. An hour later, a strong breath suddenly came, and an oppression that could not be ignored enveloped them and woke them up.
In fact, they had already woken up. After all, who could sleep at this time? It was just that they were all smart people, so who couldn't pretend
"Who?"
Feng Jiu asked, looking towards the sky, where an old man in a grey robe was standing in mid-air, his robe fluttering in the wind. A powerful pressure emanated from him, a pressure that a Jindan cultivator could never withstand.
Therefore, Duan Ye and the others who stood up later had pale faces, blood boiling in their bodies, a trace of blood overflowed from their mouths, and beads of cold sweat oozing from their foreheads. They felt as if someone was pinching their throats with one hand, making it impossible for them to breathe.
When Fengjiu saw this, she secretly forced a trace of blood to seep out from the corner of her mouth, and then hurriedly bowed with difficulty.
"Meet, Senior."
The expressions and actions of several people were all seen by the old man in gray. He stood in mid-air and looked at the young men below. Seeing that they were all at the Golden Core level, there was nothing unusual about them. However, the young man in red in front of him surprised him a little. Under his pressure, he actually knew how to salute.
Therefore, he suppressed his pressure and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The opponent's pressure was withdrawn, just like a huge rock was removed from their chests. They couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but they didn't dare to relax.
After the other party withdrew their pressure, Duan Ye and his companions fell to the ground directly, as if they were frightened. Their faces turned pale and they sat trembling all over.
Only Fengjiu took a breath and replied respectfully, "To answer your question, senior, we are from aristocratic families who are training outside. We are resting in the forest because it is getting dark."
“Did you hear or see anything unusual?” the old man asked again, his eyes falling on Fengjiu.
"Abnormal? I seemed to hear the sound of a phoenix when I was sleeping before, but it disappeared after a while." Ning Lang said as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Well, that's right. Someone should have advanced before this. We also heard the sound of thunder, and it seemed to come from that direction." Song Ming also nodded and pointed in the direction where they were originally.
Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Since you heard the thunder, aren't you curious? Have you ever thought of going over to take a look?"