Chapter 69 Tian Buque, Wang Chan
At the same time, the situation on the field changed drastically.

The black air surrounded by the purple mist suddenly began to shrink and thin out. In the blink of an eye, the green-robed man hiding inside was revealed.

The several skulls around him opened and closed their mouths, madly sucking in the black air around them.

The Yan family member on the opposite side saw this. Although he didn't know what the other party's intention was, since the other party destroyed their own defenses, he certainly wouldn't be polite.

He immediately pointed with the treasure fan in his hand, and the purple mist swarmed over while the black air was powerless to resist.

Chen Yun looked at the scene in front of him and said silently in his heart: "The winner is decided."

At the same time, the green-robed man in the ring laughed:
"Boy, you want to show off in front of me with just a little bit of poison mist? You really don't know how to live or die. You don't even know that we are all ancestors who play with poison!"

After saying that, he quickly slapped out his palm, which landed on the top of the skulls in front of him.

Then these skulls grew taller in the wind, and in the blink of an eye they grew to the size of wheels. A layer of black air faintly wrapped around the white skulls, making them look even more hideous and weird.

These white skeletons kept opening their mouths, and in an instant, they swallowed up all the remaining black air in front of them.

Then the big mouth suddenly opened.

However, this time, what it swallowed was not the black air on the green-robed man's surface, but the purple poisonous mist that emerged from the fan.

With every breath the skull took, its size grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cousin Yan Yu was shocked at the scene in front of him, and hurriedly controlled the treasure fan in his hand, trying to take back the purple mist.

But obviously, it's all too late.

A full two-thirds of the purple mist was swallowed up by the skull, and the green-yellow fan became dim.

"Lost."

Seeing this, Xin Ruyin, who was standing by, moved her red lips slightly and muttered to herself.

"Is this going to determine the winner?"

Dong Xuan'er was stunned, looking incredulous: "Didn't they just start?"

"It has ended."

Chen Yun smiled and nodded, then stroked Xin Ruyin's hair with his right hand.

It has to be said that although Xin Ruyin has never fought with anyone, her judgment of the situation is pretty good.

As Chen Yun finished speaking.

The giant skulls, looking increasingly ferocious, opened their mouths at the same time under the control of the man in green robe.

Several dark beams of light spurted out at the same time, converging into a giant beam of light, which instantly pierced through the protective yellow wind in front of cousin Yan Yu.

A deep bloody mark was left on his chest. The powerful impact caused him to fly backwards for dozens of meters and land heavily outside the ring.

Seeing that the outcome had been decided, the Yan Family disciples' faces suddenly changed, and they quickly stepped forward to catch the seriously injured disciple of Yan Family Fort.

At the same time, an old Yan family elder with bright eyes slowly walked out and said in a cold voice:
"The skills of the Ghost Spirit Sect are truly exquisite. Our Yan family has lost four out of five games. Are we going to start the sixth level competition next?"

A mysterious man wearing a silver ghost mask walked out from behind the Ghost Gate.

"Wang Chan!"

Looking at the figure in front of him, Chen Yun's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but touch his chin. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he silently said in his heart:

"Next we should find a way to lure Tian Buque out."

Tian Buque, the second son of the leader of the Hehuan Sect, is in the middle stage of foundation building, and his practice method is the Xuan Yue Xi Yin Gong.

In the original novel, Tian Buque found Dong Xuaner in Yanjiabao and abducted her.

With this in mind, Chen Yun glanced at Dong Xuaner beside him.

Maybe there is no need to search for it myself, the field will pop up on its own.

Looking at Chen Yun's gaze, Dong Xuan'er blushed slightly and whispered, "Why are you looking at me?"

"nothing."

Chen Yun had no expression on his face and waved his hand gently.

Looking at Chen Yun like this, Dong Xuan'er pouted her lips, clasped her hands together, and looked away.

At the same time, Wang Chan in the distance waved his hand in boredom:
"Forget it. We can wait until the disciples of Yan Family Life and Death Hall arrive to compete in the remaining five matches. I have heard of the blood monks of Yan Family Castle for a long time."

The old man was slightly stunned, then he agreed unwillingly: "Since the young master is so interested, our Yan family will accompany you to the end."

After saying this, Wang Chan waved his sleeves and led the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples behind him away.

"Brother Chen, this is a jade slip that contains a map of the fort."

Yan Yu was very considerate and took out a jade slip and handed it over.

"Thank you."

Chen Yun was not polite either. He raised his hand and placed it between his eyebrows. His spiritual consciousness continued to flow out from his eyebrows, carefully searching for the information in the jade slip.

Yanjiabao is very large, with a population of over 100,000.

However, only a small number of people have the spiritual roots to practice magic, and most of them are ordinary mortals.

Some of these mortals who were supposed to live in the secular world had no spiritual roots, but their bloodline was from the Yan family, while others were relatives of the Yan family's disciples.

After all, if only relatives intermarry, it will be detrimental to the development of the clan. Only by absorbing some new blood can the Yan family continue to grow stronger.

"let's go."

Soon, Chen Yun found a restaurant not far from here where he could rest and get some information.

"Those Ghost Spirit Sect monks are really domineering."

Seeing that there was no one around, Xin Ruyin opened her lips slightly and asked in a low voice: "Husband, do you know about the Ghost Spirit Sect?"

Chen Yun glanced at Xin Ruyin, nodded slightly, and said:
"The Ghost Spirit Sect is one of the six demonic sects in the Tianluo Kingdom. It is good at exorcising ghosts and subjugating monsters. It is also proficient in poison and some dark arts. Although it is the weakest sect from the bottom among the six sects, it is also the most powerful than our Yue Kingdom. The Hidden Moon Sect is still three points stronger."

"Is it so powerful?"

Xin Ruyin's pupils shrank slightly and she murmured softly.

Dong Xuan'er opened her mouth slightly, her face showing sudden realization: "So it's the Demon Sect of Tianluo Country. I was wondering why the Yan family would be so tolerant."

"The Demon Sect of Tianluo Country is several times stronger than our seven major sects. Perhaps only the Righteous Alliance of Fengdu Country can deal with it."

Xin Ruyin was very smart and reacted immediately: "Husband, if you have such a powerful force, why would you come to our Yue Kingdom for no reason and participate in the Yan family's treasure hunting meeting?"

Hearing Xin Ruyin's question, Chen Yun smiled slightly but did not explain too much.

All of this naturally stems from the fact that the six evil sects are planning to invade the Kingdom of Yue on a large scale. As for the righteous sects of the Tianluo Kingdom, they are also taking advantage of this time to invade other countries.

The so-called righteous way does not mean to help others out of kindness.

However, these were not things Chen Yun could say. At least he had to wait until Wang Chan took action against the more than 200 foundation-building disciples from the seven sects before he could tell the sect.

Otherwise, instead of gaining any benefit from speaking out, you will be suspected, which will not be worth the loss.

The three of them walked and stopped, crossed a stone street, and saw the restaurant sign at a three-way intersection.

"Tianheju"

The entire restaurant is three stories high and is quite grand.

As soon as he got outside the building, Chen Yun's keen sense had already detected more than a dozen fluctuations of magical power.

They are all cultivators in the foundation-building stage.

That's right, if the disciples who came here to participate in the treasure hunt conference didn't have the cultivation of the foundation-building period, it would be difficult for them to join in the fun. The three of them stepped into the first floor and took a quick look. They were all mortals without magical powers. Obviously, this was a rest area prepared for mortals.

Chen Yun just took a quick glance and then went straight to the second floor.

Unlike the first floor, there were cultivators on the second floor, but most of them were in the Qi training stage and were not at all worthy of Chen Yun's attention.

"It seems that the Foundation Establishment cultivator is on the third floor."

Xin Ruyin slowly raised her head, looked at the stairs not far away, and said in a low voice.

"Well, let's go to the third floor and take a look."

Chen Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and without any hesitation, he strode to the third floor.

The people on the third floor are all cultivators in the foundation-building stage.

But it was obvious that these monks were divided into two groups. One group was composed of monks from the seven major sects who were dressed in a way that Chen Yun was very familiar with, and the other group was dressed in a chaotic manner and was composed entirely of monks from other countries.

There were only five monks from the seven major sects, but they were all sitting at the same table, talking in low voices, appearing to be quite intimate.

Although there were as many as seven or eight monks from outside, most of them sat at a table with one or two people, sipping tea with cold expressions and not whispering or talking to each other.

At this time, the three people led by Chen Yun immediately attracted everyone's attention.

After all, Chen Yun's cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building, and he is only one step away from the late stage of foundation building.

Among the monks here, he has the highest cultivation level.

Without any hesitation, Chen Yun led the two women directly towards the monks of the seven major sects.

Seeing Chen Yun coming, the disciples from the seven sects all smiled.

"I am Chen Yun from Huangfeng Valley."

Chen Yun cupped his hands and chuckled.

Among the five people in front of him, three of them seemed to be in the middle stage of foundation building.

The cultivation base of the other two was the same as that of Xin Ruyin and her two daughters, both of them were at the initial stage of foundation building.

"Brother Chen, I am Wu Fazi from Qingxu Sect, and this is Junior Brother Wu Youzi. These three are Junior Brother Wu from Lingshou Mountain, Senior Brother Ba from Jujian Sect, and Junior Sister Fang from Tianque Fort."

The older of the two Taoists at the table respectfully returned a salute to Chen Yun, and then briefly introduced himself to everyone.

Although Chen Yun looks young, his cultivation is outstanding, so he should be addressed with respect.

The monk surnamed Wu from Lingshou Mountain was a middle-aged man. When he saw the two women behind Chen Yun, he was slightly stunned and quickly made a few cups of tea:

"Brother Chen, let's taste the Yan family's famous Snow Bell Tea."

Chen Yun nodded slightly, took a sip, and said, "Good tea."

The tea has a sweet aftertaste, exudes spiritual energy, and even adds a cool feeling like ice and snow into the body.

"Senior Brother Chen is so young, but his cultivation has reached this level. He is truly gifted."

Junior Sister Fang, who was in her twenties and had an ordinary appearance, moved her beautiful eyes slightly, with a gleam in her eyes.

Looking at this scene, Dong Xuan'er couldn't help but turn her head away, feeling a strong sense of jealousy rising in her heart.

After Chen Yun exchanged a few words with the others, he changed his tone and asked:
"My three brothers and sisters have just arrived at Yanjiabao. I wonder if anything unusual has happened in Yanjiabao during this period of time?"

Wu Fazi gently waved his hand and said with a smile: "We arrived a few days earlier than Senior Brother Chen, so we don't know much."

"If there is anything unusual, it is that there are a few missing female cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage."

Junior Sister Fang's eyes moved slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes: "Such behavior, if you ask me, it must be the work of the Demonic Path Ghost Spirit Sect."

Hearing this, Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that he had found the clue about Tian Buque.

Chen Yun glanced at Xin Ruyin, and the two looked at each other. Xin Ruyin immediately understood and said, "What should we do? Junior Sister Dong and I just broke through the initial stage of foundation building."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wu waved his hand and said indifferently: "The ones who are suffering now are the female cultivators in the south of the city. As long as the two junior sisters don't go to the south of the city, it will be fine."

Dong Xuan'er frowned slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes: "This is the Yan Family Castle, a female cultivator disappeared for no reason, and the Yan Family Castle didn't even give an explanation."

Junior Sister Fang curled her lips and muttered, "Yanjiabao only said that they would send blood monks to search, but there is still no clue so far."

After getting the information he wanted, Chen Yun did not stay any longer. He found an excuse and left with the two girls.

At night, when many monks began to fall asleep or meditate to cultivate their energy.

Chen Yun changed into a set of jet-black brocade clothes and wore a green jade pendant around his waist.

This jade pendant is made by integrating the Soul-Bewitching Jade Pendant into the Ink Dragon's Pupil. Chen Yun calls it the Green Miasma Pendant.

As Chen Yun's spiritual power poured into the green miasma jade, wisps of light green mist filled his body.

Chen Yun's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, unless a Jindan cultivator searched carefully, no trace of Chen Yun would be found at all.

Chen Yun, who was in the darkness, looked towards the fortress in the distance, his lips moved slightly:

"Chengnan!"

at the same time.

The tallest building of Yan Ling Castle and the command center of the entire castle is in a heavily guarded room in "Feiyun Pavilion".

There was an old man with red hair, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

Not far in front of him, three old men in gray were standing with their hands hanging down, looking extremely respectful.

"Zijun, did that kid from the Ghost Spirit Sect really say he would come to see me tonight?"

The red-haired old man finally stopped and looked at one of the old men calmly.

"Yes. The young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect did tell me this privately after the competition."

Zijun replied respectfully.

"Ah."

The Yan family's ancestor nodded expressionlessly, but the gleam in his eyes was fleeting.

at this time.

A middle-aged man in black suddenly walked in from outside the door. He saluted and said:
"Ancestor, three elders."

"The guest has arrived and has been placed in the hall. However, the two guards beside him refused to wait outside the hall no matter what."

At this point, a trace of fear flashed across the face of the man in black, and he said, "A few Iron Guards wanted to throw them out, but they were restrained instead. They seemed to be cultivators in the Jindan stage."

"A cultivator in the Jindan stage?"

The ancestor of the Yan family raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he said unkindly:

"This is nothing strange. After all, if a young sect master doesn't even have a Jindan cultivator by his side, how can the Ghost Spirit Sect Master let him come here?"

At this point, the Yan family ancestor slowly stood up, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes: "Let's go and meet him. I'm curious about what this young master looks like under his mask. Why is he so sneaky?"

Then, he walked out of the house first, followed naturally by the others.

As soon as he entered the hall, the ancestor of the Yan family saw a tall young man wearing a silver mask of an evil ghost.

Sitting motionless in the guest seat.

(End of this chapter)