The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river.

After taking the magic weapon and looking at it, Zhan Nianchuan suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth. It turned out to be a high-grade yellow-level magic weapon. He couldn't help but thought to himself:

"A dignified monk in the Dan Formation Realm is so stingy in his actions. No wonder no one wants to stay here."

However, there was still a look of overjoyed on his face, and he immediately held the magic weapon in his hand and thanked him loudly with fear:

"Thank you, Supreme Elder, for the reward!"

"Yeah, but your cultivation level is too low. I think it's better to let Master Nephew Peng stay here with you." Feng Jianxiu looked at Zhan Nianchuan, then turned to look at a man with a deer head and rat eyes.

The man surnamed Peng felt a thump in his heart, and sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. When he saw that the people around him were suppressing their smiles, he rolled his eyes a few times, and then he replied respectfully:

"The Supreme Elder, my nephew also wants to kill the White Tiger Sect and contribute to the sect,"

Seeing Feng Jianxiu's impatient expression, he quickly changed the subject, "Although Master Nephew Ma's cultivation level is low, he is still very alert. I have a warning formation here. As long as it senses abnormal fluctuations in mana, it will automatically warn , then Master Nephew Ma will be able to contact us directly."

After saying that, he took out several formation flags and arranged them at the entrance of the valley.

Seeing this, Feng Jianxiu didn't know what to say. She pondered for a moment and walked up to Zhan Nianchuan.

Being looked at face to face by the monks in the Danjie Realm, Zhan Nianchuan's expression was extremely solemn, and even his body became tense. Fortunately, there was a mask to cover it, so there was no need to worry too much.

"Take this Thousand Miles Talisman. If anything unusual happens, crush it. Be smart." After saying this, he patted Zhan Nianchuan's head casually.

Zhan Nianchuan's face became extremely ugly.

He clearly felt that Feng Jianxiu's fingertips were like sharp blades, cutting off the ends of several of his hairs.

Needless to say, this was because he wanted to use the cut hair to track Zhan Nianchuan's whereabouts. At the same time, he also implicitly warned Zhan Nianchuan not to play any tricks.

This woman is not simple!

The methods are ruthless, the mind is delicate, and the strength is strong. He must be careful in the future to avoid falling into her hands, Zhan Nianchuan thought to himself.

"Disciple, please obey the order of the Supreme Elder!"

At this time, the monk surnamed Peng who had arranged the warning array came over. He was very happy to have successfully got rid of the guarding task, and happily handed a piece of array talisman to Zhan Nianchuan:

"Master Nephew Ma, you can wait two miles away. Once they come out, the talisman will break instantly. Remember to inform us as soon as possible."

Zhan Nianchuan sneered in his heart, but still nodded respectfully and took the formation talisman.

......

An hour later.

Zhan Nianchuan returned to the place where he had set up the formation, took out all the formation flags, and then set up the formation again three miles away from the entrance of the valley.

After doing all this, Zhan Nianchuan sat cross-legged on the ground and fell into deep thought.

At present, everything seems to be going smoothly, but the Thousand Knife Sect will definitely be able to destroy the White Tiger Gate's lair, and with calculated calculations and unintentional intentions, it will definitely have an advantage when the time comes, which will be very detrimental to him in obtaining the rare treasures in the valley.

We have to find a way to make their fight more intense, or in other words, kill them all.

After some thought, Zhan Nianchuan took out the formation book of the Xuanyu Sect monk, calmed down and began to study it.

There are only less than five days, and unexpected situations may occur at any time. Cultivation is definitely not a good choice. It is better to use the time to understand the formation.

Time passes quietly...

A few days later, Zhan Nianchuan, who was concentrating on studying the formation, moved his brows slightly, then put away the books and stood up, squinting and looking at the horizon.

A small light blue dot appeared on the horizon, and then flashed slightly before arriving in front of Zhan Nianchuan.

Dozens of people jumped off the flying boat. They were all full of energy, with undisguised joy on their faces. They also had several storage bags hanging on their waists. It seemed that they all had made a fortune.

After taking the Wanli Talisman that Zhan Nianchuan held respectfully, Feng Jianxiu said lightly:

"Master Nephew Peng, Master Nephew Liu, you two have good skills in formations. Now immediately set up a large formation near the valley. We must completely eradicate the White Tiger Gate and not let anyone go!"

The monk surnamed Peng and another tall and thin man looked solemn, immediately nodded in agreement, and started to arrange themselves on both sides starting from the entrance of the valley.

Their formation skills were truly extraordinary, and they quickly set up formations with different functions. Zhan Nianchuan watched attentively from the side, corroborating what he saw with the formation formation methods he had learned and thought about in the past few days, and gained a lot.

But then he began to become nervous, because he discovered that the formation formed by the two people was extremely wide, almost two miles away.

Going further outside, he would find the trapping dragon formation he had set up. This made him sweat dripping down his forehead, and he was thinking hard about how to explain it.

Damn!

Although I had long expected that the Thousand Sword Sect would set up a large formation at the entrance of the valley in order to kill the monks from the White Tiger Sect in one fell swoop, so I arranged the large formation three miles away, but now it seems that it is still too radical and not stable enough. .

Although his face was extremely ugly, he was wearing a mask and no one else noticed anything unusual about him.

Under Zhan Nianchuan's nervous gaze, the two finally finished setting up the formation at the entrance of the valley and began to arrange it on both sides of the valley. Only then did Zhan Nianchuan let out a long sigh of relief and feel relieved.

Half an hour later, the two of them flew back one after another and reported to Feng Jianxiu that the formation had been completed.

"Everyone," Feng Jianxiu stood up slowly, waved his hand to set up a layer of soundproof barrier, then turned his eyes to look at every monk of the Thousand Sword Sect, and said in a deep voice: "Although the White Tiger Clan is destroyed, the elites still exist. We must kill them all in this valley in front of us!"

"Kill-kill-kill!!!"

The Thousand Sword Sect monks in the audience raised their arms and shouted, with cruel and bloodthirsty expressions on their faces, which made people shudder.

Raising his hand to stop everyone from continuing to shout, Feng Jianxiu solemnly reminded:

"Not only must they all be killed, but they must also act quickly, because the news that the White Tiger Gate has been destroyed must have spread by now. The elders of the Qingyang Sect are already on the way. I believe they will soon recruit me to go and ask questions, so Our time is limited."

"In half an hour at most, the restrictions here will disappear. Everyone must be prepared."

Everyone claimed that it was, and walked into the hidden formation that had been arranged, then sat down and adjusted their breaths. Some of them even looked at the entrance of the valley with burning eyes, wishing that the battle would start now.

At the end of the crowd, Zhan Nianchuan sat quietly, his eyes also showing desire and excitement, without a trace of fear.

At the same time, in the valley, everyone in the White Tiger Clan was quietly waiting for the restriction to disappear. They also understand that a tragic life and death battle is about to begin.

No matter who comes, they are all opponents to snatch the rare treasures in the valley, and they must not be allowed to leave.

As everyone waited anxiously, time passed slowly.

Half an hour.

A quarter of an hour.

A cup of tea.

"It's now!"

Feng Jianxiu immediately detected a strange fluctuation in the space at the entrance of the valley. He immediately stood up and looked forward with extremely fiery eyes.

All the monks of the Thousand Sword Sect drew out their long swords and looked towards the entrance of the valley with excitement.