Chapter 304: Borrowing a Knife to Kill

A few hours later, a thousand miles away from the mysterious valley, Zhan Nianchuan lowered his escape light and walked there.

As he moved forward slowly, he fully released his powerful consciousness and carefully explored any abnormalities around him.

It is very difficult to grab the items in the mysterious valley. His opponent is the Supreme Elder of the White Tiger Sect and almost all the middle and late foundation-building monks of the White Tiger Sect. He must be careful and careful.

Although Zhan Nianchuan has absolute confidence in his own strength, he is not arrogant enough to think that he alone can compete with the entire sect, not to mention that there are monks in the pill-forming realm on the opposite side.

This operation is full of dangers, and he must think about how to escape, otherwise he is very likely to perish here.

What should I do to grab the items in the valley? How can you leave smoothly after grabbing it? Zhan Nianchuan's progress became slower and slower, and he repeatedly considered his strategy in his mind.

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An hour later, the mysterious valley was already in sight.

Between two low, forested peaks, there is a narrow valley that looks so ordinary that no one would care. Along the way, Zhan Nianchuan found that except for birds and beasts and some low-level monsters, there were no mortals or monks within thousands of miles.

Slowing down again, Zhan Nianchuan slowly stalked forward like a tiger hunting.

Eleven miles away from the entrance of the valley, Zhan Nianchuan stopped.

Now we have reached the limit of spiritual exploration for monks in the early stage of pill formation. If we move forward, we will take certain risks.

After carefully exploring the surrounding situation, Zhan Nianchuan hesitated for a moment and decided to move forward another six miles.

After all, it is impossible for a monk in the Core Formation Realm to release all his spiritual consciousness at any time, and the detection range of a Foundation Establishment Realm monk’s spiritual consciousness is only three miles at most, and five miles is a suitable distance.

It took half an hour for Zhan Nianchuan to sneak to five miles away from the entrance of the valley.

That's it.

Zhan Nianchuan tried his best to restrain his spiritual power fluctuations, slowly inserted the flags of the trapped dragon formation into the ground, and carefully adjusted the distance between them to form a mysterious and inexplicable pattern. Then he formed a seal with his hands, and dozens of spiritual symbols flew like butterflies towards the formation flag that was deep underground.

As the Lingji sank into the ground, an extremely weak buzzing sound sounded, and calmness returned instantly.

After closing his eyes and sensing the layout of the formation, Zhan Nianchuan made subtle adjustments, trying to do his best.

Zhan Nianchuan then buried several jade bottles in the ground, and then ordered the puppets and second-rate goods to be submerged into the ground.

After doing all this, Zhan Nianchuan was already sweating slightly on his forehead. It was really stressful to arrange the formation under the eyes of the monks in the Danjie Realm.

But this must be done, otherwise the chance of being able to escape unscathed may be less than 20%.

After checking the surroundings and finding nothing unusual, Zhan Nianchuan fled directly underground and waited for half an hour to make sure that no one noticed the formation he had set up before fleeing towards Nanyu City.

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Wumeng is the general manager of the Thousand Sword Sect's store in Nanyu City. This is a good job. He has a lot of free time every day and can get a lot of training resources, which makes him extremely satisfied.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in meditation, slowly adjusting his breathing rhythm. When his breathing became long and even, he could calm down his mind and start practicing for the day.

"Manager! There's a situation!"

Hearing the hurried shouts from outside the door, Wumeng frowned and patiently stood up and opened the door to the room.

Ma Tiantian, who was in charge of goods appraisal in the store, smiled apologetically at Wumeng and handed over a green spiritual grass with both hands.

"This green jade grass is of good quality, but what's so strange about this second-level spiritual grass? Ma, you...eh!"

Seeing Wumeng's expression becoming serious and turning over and over the green jade grass, Ma Tiantian said respectfully:

"General manager, I just bought this green jade grass in the shop. During the appraisal, I found that this spiritual grass was wrong. It exudes an extremely strong breath of life, so I came to report it to you immediately."

"Who is the seller? Where is he now?" Wumeng took a step forward, his face full of eagerness.

"It's just a young monk at the sixth level of Qi Condensation. He seems to be a casual cultivator. I said that I wanted to find someone to identify him, but he is still in front of the counter."

Wumeng's eyes suddenly lit up, he thought for a moment and then ordered:

"Old Ma, just say that we are extremely interested in his kind of spiritual grass. Invite him to talk in detail later. We must stabilize him and find a way to find out the origin of the spiritual grass. By the way, since he is a casual cultivator, you Let’s just recruit him as a sect disciple, and the conditions can be more favorable.”

Ma Tiantian knew the importance of the matter, immediately nodded in agreement and hurried away.

At this time, Wumeng no longer had the idea of ​​​​sitting down to practice. He kept pacing indoors with his hands behind his hands. At the same time, he completely released his consciousness to explore the situation behind the store.

It wasn't until he saw Ma Tiantian smiling and leading a young man with a pitted face and an extremely ugly appearance into the courtyard behind that he breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on his face.

The management of Nanyu City is extremely strict. Fights are not allowed in any public place except for the life and death platform, otherwise you will be severely punished by the city lord's palace. However, this kid entered the back of the store and was no longer within the jurisdiction of the City Lord's Mansion. Now his life and death were in the palm of his hand, and he was not afraid of him flying away.

Now he only needs to wait for the result of Ma Tiankong's inquiry. Thinking of this, Wu Meng ordered his servant to pour him a cup of fragrant tea, and then he sat leisurely on his big chair and checked the recent account income and expenditure.

Half an hour later, Ma Tiankong came in and reported all the information he had inquired.

"This kid is just a casual cultivator. As soon as I mentioned accepting him as a disciple, he was so excited that he almost cried..."

"Okay, okay, get to the point!" Wu Meng interrupted Ma Tiankong's narration impatiently.

Ma Tiankong smiled awkwardly, knowing the importance of this matter to Wu Meng, so he said:

"Two months ago, when he was chasing a low-level monster, he mistakenly entered a mysterious valley, and this spiritual herb was found in the valley. This valley seems to be restricted, and it took him a full month to get out of it."

"Where is that valley?"

"The kid said it was six thousand miles northeast of Nanyu City. There is another point that needs special attention," Ma Tiankong paused for a moment, his expression was extremely solemn, "When the kid left the valley, he found that there were cultivators from the White Tiger Sect searching nearby."

Wu Meng's brows suddenly frowned, feeling a little tricky, and immediately rejected the idea of ​​going alone to explore.

Not to mention that two months have passed, most of the spiritual objects in the mysterious valley are gone, and the White Tiger Sect is quite powerful, and it is not something that a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building can provoke. He must involve his own sect.

Thinking of this, Wu Meng no longer hesitated, raised his hand and sent a sound transmission note.

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