Farming in the Immortal Mansion

The eyes of all the elite disciples suddenly became eager!

Xie Xiang looked at Elder Xuanqing eagerly and begged: "Senior Aunt! How about you lead us to Butterfly Valley and win the thousand-year-old Hanqiong 'flower'?"

Elder Xuanqing had a troubled look on his face, shook his head, and sighed softly: "It's not that my sister-in-law is cruel, it's actually Dong Lingze's experience. Each sect has an agreement in advance, and we, as foundation-building period The elders are only responsible for guarding the camp and are not allowed to interfere with the disciples’ training.”

"Otherwise, once the disciples of other sects know that we have broken the rules, it will inevitably cause disputes between sects, and the foundation-building elders of other major sects will also come to the door. When the time comes, we The Yaogu Sect's camp has become the target of public criticism, and the consequences are simply unimaginable!"

Zuo Boming, Xie Xiang and other elite disciples from civilian backgrounds were like deflated balls after hearing this. Without the help of the elders, they would never have the courage to enter Butterfly Valley again.

Only Ye Ling remained silent, thinking secretly: "Hanqiong flower is one of the medicinal materials for brewing the foundation-building pill Yinqionglu wine. Since it is available in Butterfly Valley, it must be used I got it! The one that is thousands of years old is already the best. I only need the roots and leaves of the Hanqiong flower or a petal to grow the complete top-quality Hanqiong flower in the fairy field. ’, and grow many!”

Thinking of this, Ye Ling made up his mind. Regardless of whether they went or not, he was going anyway. If Qiong Dew wine can be brewed and the Foundation Establishment Pill is available in the future, the chance of hitting the Foundation Establishment stage will be greatly increased. How could Ye Ling miss this opportunity!

Apart from him, the six other disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Family headed by Yuan Hao all looked eager to try.

In their opinion, the reason why Zuo Boming's team failed and lost two junior brothers was because the overall strength of the team was too weak and they did not have the best magic weapons and robes; but the children of their cultivating immortal family were different. They wanted the best magic weapons to have the best magic weapons. , if you want a spiritual talisman, you have a spiritual talisman, and you are all the best, and everyone is the master of burning spiritual stones. The two elders couldn't go due to the rules, so they had to go!

So the young master of the Yuan family, Yuan Hao, turned his attention to his master, Elder Song, patted his chest and volunteered to go to Butterfly Valley for training.

Elder Song coughed in a deep voice and said coldly: "No! Butterfly Valley is extremely dangerous. Two disciples have died, and even Zuo's nephew, who is on the ninth level of qi training, has been seriously injured. You can't go! What if you have How can I face you, the ancestor of the Yuan family, if you make a mistake? What's more, what do you want Han Qiong'Hua to do? With your qualifications, a foundation-building pill will be enough to reach the foundation-building stage! If the disciples of Fengqiao Town failed to place in the Qi Training Competition and could not win the Foundation Establishment Pill, your ancestor of the Yuan family, as the elder of the Immortal Sect, will also find a way."

Yuan Hao had no choice but to nod in agreement. His original intention was just to be competitive and show off in front of everyone, letting them know that he could do things that even Zuo Boming, the ninth level Qi practitioner, couldn't do. However, due to Elder Song's strong opposition, he simply went along with the flow and was happy to act heroic.

Seeing the elder's objection and thinking that they didn't have the strength, everyone fell silent and went back to their tents to rest.

Ye Ling returned to his tent calmly, sat cross-legged and meditated, and began his daily practice.

At dawn the next day, before all the elite disciples left for training, Ye Ling left the tent, passed through the camp flags, and walked north.

Elder Xuanqing, who was sitting in the tent, noticed that he was going north and didn't pay much attention.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ye Ling walked out of Lixu, he looked back and saw that no one was following him. He immediately drove the fourth-level demon dragon and drove in a circle to the Butterfly Valley, which is sixty miles west of Mu Fenglin!

Along the way, Ye Ling found no trace of the monks, but occasionally encountered a few third-level demonic birds. However, these birds and beasts all fled without their lives and hid in the mountains when they saw Ye Ling's fourth-level demonic dragon mount. Dare not come out.

Ye Ling calculated the distance until he could see traces of the deep valley in the faint morning dew.

"This is it, just like Zuo Boming said!"

Ye Ling was about to drive the fourth-level demon dragon directly into the Butterfly Valley, when he suddenly saw a black butterfly flying out of the valley from a distance, with the brilliance of flames flowing around it, which almost frightened him!

"So many third-order fire butterflies! No wonder Zuo Boming's team lost."

Ye Ling hurriedly pressed down the fourth-order demonic dragon. The target flying in mid-air was too big. If it rushed into the butterfly group, it was afraid that the fourth-order demonic dragon would not be able to withstand the siege of so many fire butterflies. So Ye Ling simply ran along the rugged mountain road and used the wind control technique. In this way, he was less likely to be targeted by the fire butterflies while traveling through the forest and mountain roads.

As he gradually approached the entrance of Butterfly Valley, he suddenly discovered that there were many monks gathering faintly ahead!

Ye Ling's heart trembled. Those who arrived early must be monks from other sects! He immediately stopped, used the water concealment technique, hid in the blue water bubbles, and approached quietly.

When he got closer, Ye Ling discovered that more than two hundred monks had gathered at Diegukou. The female cultivators of Fengchi Sect and the elite disciples of Yuncang Sect only accounted for a small part of the number. Most of the monks wore different colors and did not have jade plaques hanging around their waists. They were obviously from Fengchi Sect. The casual cultivators in Qiao Town must have heard the message and came here specially for a monster hunting expedition to find the Thousand-Year Cold Qiong Flower.

Some teams with insufficient numbers are temporarily recruiting teammates, and there are even many casual cultivators who have set up stalls at Diegukou to sell third-level talismans and elixirs.

Ye Ling finally put his mind at ease. Since there were so many people coming, why should he worry about the elite disciples of Yuncang Sect! So Ye Ling took off the leaf-shaped jade badge on his waist, which represented his identity as a disciple of Yaogu, and emerged from the water, floating into the crowd.

What surprised Ye Ling was that no one was surprised by his arrival. No one even looked at Ye Ling, because there were too many treasure-hunting monks who arrived one after another, and Ye Ling's seventh-level Qi training was relatively low among the crowd, and he was not wearing the best robes, so he was too inconspicuous.

Ye Ling comforted himself and sighed in his heart: "There are tens of thousands of monks in Fengqiao Town. It is normal to meet strangers who are unfamiliar to you. But among these people, there are two familiar faces."

Ye Ling glanced at the team of female monks of Fengchi Sect, and there were two familiar figures. They were Song Qiong's two junior sisters, Han Xiang and Fang Liu. Ye Ling had seen them twice by the Fengchi and in Fengchi Sect, so he naturally recognized them.

But Ye Ling couldn't go over and form a team with them and join the Fengchi Sect's team, so he could only wander among these casual cultivators.

"Hey, little brother! You don't have a team yet? Come on, our team is short of people!"

A yellow-faced man in his thirties greeted Ye Ling enthusiastically.

Ye Ling looked at their team. The one with the highest cultivation level was this yellow-faced man, who was at the eighth level of Qi training. The others were at the seventh level and even the sixth level of Qi training. Ye Ling shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't plan to form a team."