Twelve beams of light shot across the side of the fairy mountain, looking from a distance, they looked as small as twelve small black dots.
Shangguan Mo'er didn't lead everyone to fly to the top of the mountain, but after circling in the air, she went straight to a platform on the mountainside.
The area of this platform is quite large, with a radius of hundreds of acres. On the mountainside of the platform, there is a row of tall stone buildings, like a palace, extremely magnificent; further forward to the cliff, it is all flat ground, paved with bluestone strips, which looks quite imposing.
When Zhang Yang and others arrived, there were already more than a dozen people on the platform, and they were noisy.
Da da da!
After a soft sound, Zhang Yang and the others put away their flying swords and landed on the ground with both feet.
"Hey, another group of people has finally come. Now, we just need to get together again, and we can start." A burly man rang out in a loud voice.
The rest of the dozen or so people also looked over.
"Huh? Old man Luo, I didn't expect that you, a casual cultivator, would get the chance to enter the Tianfu ruins. The chance is not small!"
At this time, a shrill voice sounded, apparently recognizing Luo Yin, the gray-robed old man in the crowd.
The voice was extremely impolite, and it could even be said that it was somewhat rude. Luo Yin's expression changed at first, but when he saw the person shouting, the anger on his face immediately disappeared, and he said with a dry smile: "So it's Liang Daoyou! Thanks to my friend, I was lucky enough to get this opportunity to go to the Tianfu ruins to collide with you." It is indeed a chance to hit luck."
"Huh? You're an Earthwalker! You're also going to enter the Tianfu Ruins?" Another voice followed.
However, he said it was nonsense. Landwalker responded with a grin and a few polite words.
The crowd on the other side has already started buzzing.
"A group of casual cultivators can also have this opportunity. I don't know what kind of shit luck they encountered."
"It seems to be borrowing the name of the Shangguan family."
"The Shangguan family in Yinchuan County, the Qi family, the Qin family and several other families share a Tianmen order. We know this. It seems that the Shangguan family only has three places in total, right? Besides, they have already entered! Why? Such a batch came out?"
"Hey, if it's really Shangguan's family, how can they give up the places to such a group of casual cultivators? I think there must be something strange, something strange!"
"..."
Among the dozen or so monks, seven or eight of them were foundation-building practitioners, chatting one after another without any scruples about the people present. The other three Golden Core cultivators and a Nascent Soul monster kept their eyes shut, as if they didn't care about anything.
Zhang Yang was surprised in his heart, and his face remained calm, but he heard a voice wafting in his ears, as mellow as a nightingale.
"These people belong to the Puwang Sect. One of the three sects and four sects. They are well-known and decent. They have always discriminated against our cultivation families. Luo Daoyou and other casual cultivators are even more unpopular with them. They usually talk arrogantly. Zhang Daoyou doesn’t have to pay attention to them.”
Obviously, it was Shangguan Mo'er's intention to persuade herself in fear that she would lose her composure.
Zhang Yang said in his heart, how can I be so frivolous. However, being moved, he cast a understanding look.
Shangguan Mo'er looked familiar, and went straight to an old man with golden core beside him. After handing in the Tianmen Token, after verifying the authenticity, he handed over a large sum of Lingshi as a fee, and got the entrustment to continue to wait.
It turned out that this square was the entrance to the Tianfu ruins. However, this entrance is not a gate, but a teleportation array.
The teleportation array has a limit, and three teams can be teleported at the same time at a time.
Every time this teleportation circle is opened, a large amount of spiritual stones will be consumed, and even a Golden Core cultivator will feel distressed for this spiritual stone. Therefore, under normal circumstances, they will not teleport once every time they reach a team, but gather three teams and then teleport together.
Zhang Yang was rich, so naturally he didn't care about the spirit stone. However, he didn't want to appear to be a maverick, so he waited beside him.
Among the two groups of people, Pu Wangzong and his group had a lively chatter, while Zhang Yang and the other 12 people remained obediently without saying a word.
Zhang Yang didn't intend to eavesdrop on anything, but when the voice came over, he understood the general situation. It was nothing more than those people bragging to each other. How good is a certain brother's sword control skills? He once killed a sixth-level monster. Yue killed an evil cultivator and the like.
Of course, there are also two relatively wretched ones, who cast lewd glances at Shangguan Mo'er from time to time, but pretend to be gentlemen, bragging about their "great achievements", especially the "Daoist surnamed Liang", who behaved even more obvious.
Obviously, these people wanted to attract the attention of this beauty, Shangguan Mo'er. However, their wishful thinking is sure to come to nothing.
After getting along for a while, Zhang Yang understood Shangguan Mo'er quite well. He clearly saw a look of disdain in the latter's eyes.
Seemingly noticing Zhang Yang's concern for her, Shangguan Mo'er smiled lightly, opened her mouth slightly, and asked, "This Tianfu ruins are opened once every hundred years, do fellow Taoists know why there is such a restriction?"
"Oh? As an ancient relic, it is said that this relic of talent claims to be a small world. If you want to keep it open, you will consume a huge amount of spiritual stones, and you need several seniors above the Nascent Soul stage to do it. Every time you open it, you have to work hard... If there are other reasons, I'm not too sure. Please let the fairy explain clearly." Zhang Yang immediately became interested.
Shangguan Mo'er giggled coquettishly, and said: "When we talk about this, we have to mention the marrow washing pool. I believe fellow Taoists know about this marrow washing pool, right?"
"The marrow washing pool? Although I am ignorant, I have heard of this. Anyone who enters the marrow washing pool to cut scriptures and wash the marrow, even the lowest-qualified monks, will be promoted to the highest level." It is also possible for some lucky friends to advance directly after taking a bath in the marrow washing pool."
"Hmm! The marrow washing pool can be said to be the most important place in the Tianfu ruins. A considerable part of those who try to enter the Tianfu ruins go for this marrow washing pool. However, the marrow washing pool only appears once every hundred years. .”
Zhang Yang understood Shangguan Mo'er's words.
It is so difficult to open the Tianfu Ruins, so it is natural to open it when its value is the greatest.
The two have been together for a relatively long time, and they have some good feelings for each other. Therefore, they are extremely close when they talk, and they are extremely close in the eyes of outsiders.
Seeing this, the monk surnamed Liang and another person turned green with anger, and could not help but snort coldly, and looked at Zhang Yang with resentment and hostility.
Shangguan Mo'er obviously noticed this too, and smiled apologetically at Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang naturally didn't take those two people seriously. Moreover, in his opinion, the hostility of the other party is too inexplicable. Firstly, I didn't steal their wives, and secondly, I didn't pick up on their girls, so what kind of mind are they playing around!
…
About half an hour later, Zhang Yang suddenly raised his head as if sensing something.
A moment later, a dozen small black spots in the sky were getting closer, but another group of monks had arrived.
Shangguan Mo'er glanced at Zhang Yang with a slightly surprised expression.
She has been paying attention to the other party intentionally or unintentionally. When Zhang Yang looked at the sky, she didn't feel it at all. After a few breaths, she realized the little black spot on the sky.
A few breaths were enough for the group of monks to escape for quite a distance. What's more, she only found out after being reminded by Zhang Yang's movements, otherwise, the distance might have to be closer.
As a direct descendant of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Mo'er has always believed that she is far superior to monks of the same level in terms of spiritual consciousness. Now seeing Zhang Yang's performance, she is a little unconfident again.
However, after thinking about it for a while, I was relieved again.
This ugly guy seems to be very perverted in every aspect, and he can't be judged by the cultivation base of the foundation period. Shangguan Mo'er even believed that this ugly man should be able to kill ordinary Jindan mid-level monks even if he didn't use all kinds of magic weapons and other things, just by confronting them head-on.
While distracted, this group of people had already approached, "Da da da!" The sound of footsteps landing was that they had already retracted their flying swords and landed on the ground.
"Pfft!"
Immediately someone among the group of Pu Wangzong disciples on the opposite side burst out laughing.
When I looked at it, I saw that the clothes of the group of people who had just landed were all in tatters, many of them were still seriously injured, and they looked very embarrassed.
"Hey, I don't know who it is, so it's the Pu Wangzong!" A Nascent Soul cultivator leading the group sneered twice, looking extremely displeased.
"Haha, why should Fellow Daoist Tang be angry with the younger generation? But, I don't know what happened to Fellow Daoist, and he ended up in such a mess?" The Nascent Soul old monster of Pu Wang Zong didn't speak, but now he spoke. Obviously the other party is an existence of the same level as him.
"Hey, I met a few dogs on the road and almost got bitten. However, those dogs were also beaten up by us. I believe they should come here soon!"
As soon as the words fell, a few streamers of light flashed across the sky, getting closer and closer.
"Hmph! It's time for them to get there first!" A team said angrily as soon as they landed.
"Hmph!" The monk who was talking to Pu Wangzong snorted coldly.
In the end, when this group of people landed, they were indeed in a terrible state of embarrassment.
The two teams quickly stared angrily, but no one made a move.
Everyone present at this time can naturally see that the two teams must have had some friction on the road, and they even fought.
"Oh, so it's Fellow Daoist Fei!" the Nascent Soul monster from Pu Wang Zong greeted with a smile.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Xiong laughed!" Cultivator Fei laughed dryly, obviously unwilling to say anything more, and immediately greeted him loudly, "There are four teams here, and we can start teleporting! You all move aside and wait until next time." Send!"
The last sentence was directed at Zhang Yang and the others. The tone is bossy, very impolite.