"Lu will ask for a way out for many brothers today!" Lu Shi spoke with great righteousness.

"Tsk~" No one wanted to believe his words. The fat man curled his lips and said, "You just want to earn spirit stones yourself, you must say yourself like the savior!"

Lu Shi was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, isn't this accustomed to talking like this all year round in the sect? But don't worry, some of you eat meat, Lu drinks soup, and other brothers have to give people some vegetable leaves. If everyone has spirit stones, what if they change their skills? After all, it's just a matter of spirit stones. I think you are happy to see it happen. Why don't we just decide like this?"

Tang Xiaoguo turned to look at Qian Yang: "Do you do it yourself? Or will we join us?"

Miss Tang naturally couldn't help but tear down the Wuliang Valley platform, but she was not very interested in spirit stones, and she didn't want to break Qian Yang's wealth because of her intervention.

Qian Yang smiled and said, "If I did it myself, it would be just a small fight, but if Senior Sister Xiaoguo is interested, it would be different. Wouldn't it be better for us to have a big favourite?"

"It's a big fun?" Tang Xiaoguo's eyes lit up: "How to do it?"

The four people from Qingling Sect gathered together and chatted for a long time, but then they simply pulled Lu Shi over, and made a magical plan like a wild and wild one.

......

"Have you found someone yet?" Jin Zhanpeng walked around the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Report to the young sect leader, there is no news yet." A young red robe interface.

Jin Zhanpeng frowned, and an old red robe next to him quickly took over the conversation: "Senior brother, don't be anxious. The terrain in the ruins is complicated. If you want to hide, it will be difficult to find it for a while. Those three little kids who have just built the foundation cannot make a fuss. They must be burying themselves somewhere to dig holes secretly!" The man said, and secretly glared at the young red robe next to him.

Young Hongpao was stunned, wondering why his uncle was glaring at others. Did he say the wrong thing? Young Hongpao recalled for a long time and finally thought of his uncle's advice before. Jin Zhanpeng didn't like others calling him the young sect leader, but liked to be called the eldest brother. He secretly curled his lips, Young Hongpao didn't agree. If it weren't for being a little boss, who would be willing to flatter here all day? He had to be careful even when he called him a title. It was so boring.

The old red robe persuaded him for a while, then Jin Zhanpeng sat down and took absent-mindedly sipped the tea ceremony: "I have been inexplicably restless these days, and I have never been able to find these mice. I feel uneasy. Send all the disciples who have been practicing at the late stage of Qi Refining to the secret realm! All those in the sect go, and those who are in seclusion will be pulled out for me. If you have the cultivation level, you will have the nerve to retreat, so you can find someone in the ruins!"

Jin Zhanpeng looked back at the young red robe next to him and frowned: "You go too! If you can't find it, you don't have to come back!"

Young Hong Pao was stunned, hugged her fists, turned around and walked out with her neck in her arms. As he walked, Old Hong Pao couldn't help but sigh, carefully bowed to Jin Zhanpeng, and said softly: "I am young and don't know anything. I hope my senior brother will forgive me!"

Jin Zhanpeng pulled the corner of his mouth and glanced at him and said, "It's okay, young people! Just practice more. When you suffer enough losses, you will naturally become sensible!"

The eldest brother is destined, and the disciples of Wuliang Valley quickly took action regardless of their desires. They entered the ruins one by one through the teleportation array. The red robes coming and going in the ruins were obviously much more than usual.

Since they are looking for people, most of the Hongpao people are looking for a path at will and searching deeper. If they meet familiar brothers on the road, they will exchange information with each other and try to skip the channels that have been searched by others to improve search efficiency. Hundreds of Hongpao formed an invisible network in this ruins, and the one that controls the coverage of this network is the group of Hongpao that constantly exchanges information.

The direction of things is often unpredictable, but it is not without traces. Senior Brother Jin, who is still waiting in the hall, would never dream of the development of the incident being far away from the predetermined track from the beginning. In fact, looking back, the farce that was slowly opening up actually had signs of a long time ago.

Over the years, the disciples of Wulianggu have accumulated infinite resentment in their hearts. They are arrogant in front of others, and they are arrogant in the future; they are humble in the future, and they are cowardly. No one is born for the sake of ugliness. They have been noble and disdainful, but those dreams that have been distorted by humans have gradually become what they once hated.

After all, the accumulated grudges need to be vented. All the disciples of Wulianggu need is a suitable vent, a vent that does not seem to be so risky. In other words, they only need an excuse, even if this excuse is really just an excuse, even if this excuse is not believed by anyone.

But……

So what?

An excuse that no one believes is the most satisfying excuse!

The ancients said: All fools have three good looks!

There are only so many people in Wuliang Valley, who can't look up and see them. Who hasn't had many good zithers? Who hasn't had many friends in distress? In such a closed environment, the speed of information spread is amazing. If there are any topics that can arouse people's interest, or some heart-pounding rumor, once it spreads, it will really be impossible to stop!

At this time, if there is a high-end perspective that can carefully observe the movement trajectories of the Red Robes from all directions, you will find that there are obviously more people in a certain channel in the ruins than others.

The red robes rushed into the bottom of this channel one after another, and after a little stay, they would exit and rejoin the complex network. Then they would become nodes, and the red robes who had contact with them would begin to repeat the previous person's routine, go deep into the channel, and then exit to become nodes.

What exactly is at the bottom of that passage? It actually makes hundreds of disciples from Wuliang Valley flock to it?

Is it a spirit stone? Or, it is pleasure?

Another red robe ran to the depths of the passage. While running, he took out his own bag of universe from his arms. At this moment, a delicate and light shout suddenly sounded in front of him:

"Stop! Robbery!"

"Ah?" Hong Pao was startled and quickly begged for mercy: "Fairy, please spare me!"

"Come on the list!"

"Wu Huang Qimeng!"

"What a broken name! Hand over valuable things and get out of here!"

"Okay!" The monk Huang Qimeng quickly took out a few things from the Qiankun bag and threw them over, and then ran away as if he was afraid that the other party would regret it.

Before he could run out a few steps, another red robe ran towards him. The red robe was even more straightforward. He ran and shouted loudly: "Fairy, please spare me! Chen Sijin! Fairy, please spare me..." He shouted so hard that he threw a few things forward without even waiting for the answer.

There was still the crisp voice in the darkness answering: "Remember it, get out! Next!"
Chapter completed!