Master Qing Leng interprets it with his own body

The night in Wanyao Mountain is dangerous and treacherous, filled with the neighing of all kinds of "嗤呵——" and "呼——".

The elders and disciples of Yujianmen stationed their camp at the outskirts of the mountain and dared not go further inside.

This time they were two Nascent Soul stage elders, and they brought a dozen or so disciples who had just advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage to practice.

When night fell, it was strictly forbidden for any disciples to go out, so as not to encounter those ferocious monsters that lurked at night and came out at night, causing trouble in vain.

Elder Han Han came out of his small tent, looked up at the pale cold moon looming in the dark clouds in the sky, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his bottomless phoenix eyes.

He was a little uneasy.

His young apprentice Shen Yan was also on the trip.But that guy has always been mischievous. During the day, I saw him jumping up and down excitedly. When it was full of excitement late at night, would he stay safely in the tent?

With white and bony hands, he quietly raised the curtain of the disciple's tent, and Han Han glanced inside.

It was quiet in the tent, and a bean-yellow oil lamp was on.Several disciples were soundly asleep, and occasionally someone turned over and ground their teeth.

On Shen Yan's low couch, a quilt was covered with something, which looked bulging.If it wasn't for Shen Han's experience in fighting wits and courage with Shen Yan, he would definitely think that he was sleeping on the couch.

He walked in with a blank expression, walked around the low couch of other disciples, leaned over and pinched the corner of the quilt on Shen Yan's couch, and gently lifted it, and saw a crumpled mattress stuffed underneath.

Blue veins covered his smooth forehead.

That guy doesn't want to live anymore!

His chest visibly heaved twice, and soon calmed down.He walked out of the tent with lowered eyes, greeted another elder, opened the barrier around the camp, and stepped out.

Leaping up lightly, he stood firmly at the end of the long sword, waved his wide sleeve casually, and his figure shot towards Wan Yao Mountain like an arrow!

He flew very fast, the moonlight enveloped his slender figure, and his robe rustled in the strong wind high above.

Underfoot were dense tall trees moving back quickly, large black hillsides, and steep cliffs reflecting the cold moonlight.

Where will that fellow Shen Yan be?

While controlling the sword, Xi Han folded his hands together and made a handprint.

A light green circular seal spread out from his palm and pressed towards the ground.This light print grew bigger and bigger, and gradually covered the area several kilometers below Shen Han's feet.

He was using his spiritual power to detect Shen Yan's breath.

This method is extremely energy-intensive. First, it needs to release enough strong spiritual power to investigate, and second, it needs a high degree of concentration to perceive a person's weak breath.

Not to mention that Shen Han's exploration of such a large area at one time consumes even more spiritual energy like a raging river.

Soon, bright red blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, matching with his white and round jaw, it looked shocking.

But he had no choice but to persevere.

The longer the time, the higher the chance of Shen Yan encountering danger!

He is almost two hundred years old, and he has only accepted six apprentices in total, Shen Yan is his youngest disciple, he can't just sit back and watch accidents happen to him.

Oh, this injustice!

Six years ago, Yujianmen recruited some children with spiritual roots from the foot of the mountain in order to strengthen the sect's strength and reserve talents, and let the elders in the sect choose disciples.

At that time, other children were picked away by the elders, but only this injustice, his face was smeared, his clothes were tattered, his hair was oily and dirty, and his spiritual roots were not particularly outstanding, so no elders were willing to pick him.

He was also momentarily soft-hearted.