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Eight hundred and twentieth chapters ascetic gathering

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Qin Shuang has used the transformation technique to change her appearance, which is three-point similar to Qin Shuang herself. She is preparing to use the title of Wanderer again. In this way, even if she is discovered, there will be no doubt between Wanderer and Qin Shuang.

Although Qin Shuang and Wanderer both came from the Fenyue Kingdom, with Qin Shuang's various identities today, no one doubted Qin Shuang's slightest.

Qin Shuang's figure fell silently in the shadow of a wall, looking towards the opposite side of the street. There was a huge villa opposite the street, with two doors closed. A plaque hung on it with four big words written on it.

Strange Villa.

In the past two days, Qin Shuang also learned about Qiyi Villa. This Qiyi Villa is still very famous in Dahuang City. Qiyi Villa has many shops in Dahuang City, specializing in selling some strange materials, alchemy, spiritual patterns, array making and weapon refining materials, and there are some things that cannot be used, or there are no materials that have been found for any use, or even some strange ingredients.

And that's how the name of Qiyi Villa comes from.

Qin Shuang stood there quietly, and she didn't go in immediately because she didn't know how to go in. About ten breaths later, Qin Shuang saw a figure appearing under the wall of Qiyi Villa in the shadow, and then glanced around, and then crossed the wall and entered Qiyi Villa.

Qin Shuang frowned slightly because she found that although the man was wearing a night-slide dress, he was not masked, but showed his true appearance and entered Qiqi Villa.

"Does this party require someone to show their true face?"

Qin Shuang was still lurking in the shadows and watching. Within a quarter of an hour, six people jumped into the strange villa from the wall, and each of them was not masked.

"It seems that I really need to show my true face."

Qin Shuang took off her mask, looked around, and then she crossed the wide street like a big bird and fell into the wall.

Qin Shuang landed directly in a forest. After walking out of the forest, it was a wide and straight road. Walking along the road, he saw a square. At this time, there were more than 500 people standing in the square, each wearing night clothes, which looked mysterious and heart-wrenching under the moonlight.

No one greeted her, and it seemed that she could go directly to the square as long as she flew in through the wall. But Qin Shuang didn't think so. She thought there must be people surveillance around her, but she just didn't find it.

However, she did not dare to release the power of the soul to investigate, because she knew that the fluctuations of the power of the soul and the power of the sea of ​​consciousness were different. If she rashly released the power of the soul, she would be discovered by the cultivator.

While walking towards the square, he looked at the more than 500 people. The more than 500 people were not all gathered together, but divided into countless small circles, among which more than 20 monks gathered together and chatted in a low voice as if no one was around, while the other hundreds were all keeping a certain distance from them, looking at the more than 20 people from time to time with respect.

Qin Shuang sensed it with her heart and concluded that the twenty or so people were all those who had already condensed the fog silk, which means that the lowest among them was also a level 4 Taoist priest.

Qin Shuang was a little surprised. She remembered that when she was in the Fenyue Kingdom, she didn't know how difficult it was to see a Taoist priest who condensed fog silk, but she didn't expect to see more than twenty in Dahuang City at once.

Qin Shuang didn't know if it would be dangerous if he just walked out like this, but he had already entered here, and there was probably someone to monitor him around him, and it would be even more suspicious if he didn't walk away. So Qin Shuang walked out swayingly and walked straight towards the twenty or so cultivators who condensed fog silk.

At the beginning, Qin Shuang did not attract people's attention. Many people just glanced at her and turned their heads to continue chatting, while the more than 20 people in the center didn't even look at her.

However, when she walked straight to the twenty or so people in the center through the crowd, she attracted everyone's attention. The hundreds of people who did not condense the fog silk looked at Qinshuang with respect, and the twenty or so people who condensed the fog silk also turned their heads and looked at Qinshuang.

Qin Shuang came to the twenty or so cultivators and spoke calmly:

"The wanderer has met fellow Taoists."

No one responded. When Qin Shuangzheng didn't know how to do it, he felt a surge of pressure pressing towards her. Qin Shuang was shocked, suppressing the idea of ​​resisting his soul power, releasing his soul power to fight against it, and at the same time, he looked at the cultivator who pressured him.

He was a middle-aged man with a pale face. Qin Shuang could instantly feel that the other party's cultivation was higher than his own. He should be a level six or level seven Taoist priest. Now Qin Shuang's cultivation is only a level five Taoist priest, so it is a bit difficult to face the pressure from the other party.

Qin Shuang took a deep breath, and the fog silk in the sea of ​​consciousness turned into strings and started to pluck it, playing the sound of dragons and phoenixes. He immediately felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was growing rapidly and he could no longer feel the other party's pressure.

"Um?"

Qin Shuang suddenly realized that there was no phantom at this time. Logically speaking, when she used the sound skills, seven figures would appear behind her, but there was no figure behind her at this time.

"Is it because I use the power of the sea of ​​consciousness?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man opposite restrained his momentum, showed a smile on his face, bowed to Qinshuang and said:

"Night Shadow, welcome to fellow wanderers."

Immediately afterwards, the remaining twenty or so people began to introduce themselves, but none of them said their real names, and their code names were all on their own.

In this way, even if everyone met, Qin Shuang quickly integrated into the conversation between the people. Everyone had no words about their respective identities, and they also avoided asking about this matter. The scope of everyone's conversation was limited to the communication of practicing Taoism.

Qinshuang was chatting with a smile while secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

"It seems that I have not been exposed, and they have not doubted me. It's just that Qiyi Villa gathered the monks in this way, so are they not afraid of being discovered by the people in the Great Wilderness City?

You know, it is not that there are no cultivators who rebel. Such comments that belong to cultivators may not be cracked by the Great Wilderness City. Are they not afraid of being surrounded and annihilated by the warriors of the Great Wilderness City?"

Or...

Is this a conspiracy in itself?

At this time, there was still about a quarter of an hour before the gathering, and people were still coming one after another. Most of them were level 3 Taoist priests, and only a few people gathered the fog silk.
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