A hundred miles away from the broken ice, there is a vast plain. Cold stars dotted, the cold moon is like a hook, the clear silver light spreads over the earth, the faint fragrance of grass comes towards you, the picturesque scenery is refreshing, and the faint sound of insects adds a hint of vitality to this beautiful scroll.

But on this soft and flat land, there is a scar that is hundreds of feet deep. This scar lies across the wilderness, destroying the wonderful scenery. It is a valley that appears on the plain without warning. The uneven valley walls make you see at a glance that it is not from the magical art of nature.

In the valley and under the cliffs, there are countless wooden houses of different shapes connected into a sea of ​​houses. This is Wuliang Valley, which is both a place name and a sect.

There is no need to describe the causes of the valley. It is only said that the Wuliang Valley is now full of momentum. The two Jindan masters are in charge, which makes the surrounding small sects and small families dare not wipe their edges easily.

The real people in the Jindan stage naturally would not stroll outside on weekdays. The person responsible for the daily affairs of the sect is Jin Zhanpeng, the only son of Master Jin. Jin Zhanpeng is the young sect leader of Wuliang Valley, and the senior brother among the disciples of this generation. He is the cultivator with the highest cultivation level under the elders of the sect. His cultivation level of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment will not be underestimated wherever he goes.

The senior brother Jin Zhanpeng is completely different from the senior brother Pu Haobai's outer sect. To put it bluntly, the outer disciples are just peripheral disciples of the sect and cannot obtain the sect's true inheritance. Only by entering the inner sect can one be truly considered a member of the sect and be qualified to share the good and good fortune with the sect.

It was late at night, but Jin Zhanpeng had no intention of resting. He sat upright in the lobby wearing a golden silk and red robe marked with his identity, without saying a word. More than a dozen monks in the hall sat upright, without any sound in the room, as if they were waiting for something.

Suddenly, a crane chin broke through the tranquility of the night sky, which was a signal of communication inside the door. The monks in the house stood up in a hurry when they heard the signal, and Jin Zhanpeng also tidied up his clothes and stood up to walk outside the hall.

A flying boat traveled far from the horizon and slowly landed on the open space outside the hall. Three young monks walked out of the flying boat, headed by a female cultivator, wearing a pink skirt, with a slender figure and a willow support.

The female cultivator looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, graceful and beautiful, but occasionally she shows a hint of cunning under her gentle and lovely expression.

The two male monks behind him also had good looks. One of them was five feet wide, with a bear's back and a bear's waist. Under his blue robe, he could see strands of rising muscles, and standing there, he was as thick as a rock.

Another person has a well-proportioned body, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a majestic weapon, and awesomeness. The slight fluff on his mouth slightly betrayed his age, but it makes people dare not look down upon it.

Seeing the three of them getting off the flying boat, Jin Zhanpeng hurriedly took a few steps, clasped his fists and greeted him: "I have seen Junior Sister Tang, but I haven't seen each other for several years. If I were outside the door, I wouldn't dare to recognize him."

The young female cultivator smiled faintly, and did not answer his words. She just nodded and said, "Senior Brother Jin is fine, please give me more convenience for this trip to the ruins."

This tall female cultivator turned out to be Tang Xiaoguo. His appearance would change slightly when he built the foundation, but Miss Tang instantly grew from a quirky little girl to a beautiful woman who was unparalleled and unparalleled.

Since Miss Tang came in person to explore the ruins, the identities of the two people around her were about to emerge. Recently, only two people in the Qingling Sect had just entered the foundation-building stage and could just experience it with Tang Xiaoguo. One of the two was named Chu Nan, and the other was named Luo Tong.

Luo Tong was in the secret realm and took the earth source fruit with a treasure of heaven and earth. The earth source fruit is the source of earth-moving spiritual energy, and its effect is extraordinary. Take one and you can achieve the earth source body. The earth-moving spiritual energy in your body will never be exhausted. When the Tang Dynasty master heard Xiao Guo talk about this, he immediately summoned Luo Tong to the Mojian Hall to cultivate it vigorously. Originally, the earth-source body was smooth sailing, and with the strong investment of the sect, Luo Tong actually broke through several levels in just a few months and stepped directly into the ranks of foundation-building monks. The thick fat on his body turned into a fierce muscle.

As for Chu Nan, he was Luo Tong's junior brother of the same class. He had already made his mark when he was in the introductory assessment. He was the only disciple who received excellent evaluation in that assessment. After that, he was summoned to the Mojian Hall, much earlier than the fat man. Chu Nan's qualifications were extremely excellent, and after entering the Mojian Hall, he immediately received the resources in the hall. In fact, during the assessment, his cultivation level was close to the fifth level of Qi Refining, which was inferior to the monster Tian Sheng, but such qualifications were enough to rank among the top in the Qingling Sect. Not long ago, Chu Nan also successfully broke through to the foundation-building stage and put on the blue robe representing the inner disciples as he wished.

Jin Zhanpeng and Tang Xiaoguo exchanged a few words, and when he saw that Miss Tang was not very excited, he knew that he didn't say much. One of the two was the son of the head and the other was the daughter of the head. He said that the identities were similar, but in fact the weight of the two heads was very different. Tang Xiaoguo said that his senior brother was taking care of their sect's face, but in fact, Jin Zhanpeng did not dare to be negligent in his actions.

Jin Zhanpeng led the three Qingling Sects into a heavily guarded hall. There was a long table on the side of the hall, and several red-robed monks sat behind the long table, and an extremely complex formation was arranged in the middle of the hall.

Jin Zhanpeng raised his hand and pointed: "Sister Tang, please see, this is the teleportation array leading to the ruins."

Tang Xiaoguo looked at the formation in front of him curiously. At this moment, the light of the magic array flashed, and a red-robed disciple suddenly appeared in the formation. It was the disciple who happened to be teleported from the ruins.

When the red robe looked up and saw Jin Zhanpeng and others here, she was startled, hugged her fists from afar, hid aside, took out a bag of Qiankun from her arms and handed it to the monk behind the long table.

"What is he doing?" Tang Xiaoguo asked Jin Zhanpeng with some surprise.

"According to the sect's rules, all the gains in the ruins must be paid, and the sect will be rewarded depending on the contributions of the disciples." Jin Zhanpeng smiled at Tang Xiaoguo and continued: "Of course, the three of you are not within this range. All the gains in the ruins belong to the three."

"That's it!" Xiaoguo nodded: "Then let's go to the ruins now!"

"The ruins are divided into ten floors. I wonder which floor is the junior sister planning to go to?"

"Tenth floors?" Tang Xiaoguo raised his eyes and expressed his interest: "Is there any difference between the ten floors of this ruin?"

"Actually, there is no essential difference between these ten layers of ruins, but the depth is different!" Jin Zhanpeng explained softly with a smile: "To be honest, this ruin in our sect is buried deep underground, and it is very troublesome to dig. At that time, the elders of our sect worked together to dig a patio of hundreds of feet deep in the ruins, and built a platform every ten feet on the side walls of the patio. When my sect was exploring the ruins, they dug out from these platforms to the side walls, and over time, the landscape of the ten layers of ruins was formed."

Tang Xiaoguo nodded and said, "As long as the guest is, the senior brother can help us choose a layer."
Chapter completed!