"Two uncles, what are you going to remind me about?"

In the formation.

Wang Yuan bowed his hands and looked nervous.

Uncle Zhang frowned and looked at Wang Yuan carefully, while Uncle Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, smiling.

"It's okay. I thought you had encountered an unexpected situation. But now it seems that you are lucky to enter the depths of the mine vein and practice hard." Uncle Zhang said with a smile.

Wang Yuan let out a light breath and nodded:

"When my disciples came back, I heard from others that it seems that many disciples have died and injured in the mine veins recently. They were the victims of the disciples of the Demon Sect of the Wei Kingdom."

The two uncles did not answer Wang Yuan’s questions, as if they had not heard them.

Uncle Zhang picked up Wang Yuan’s identity jade pendant, pinched the magic trick in his hand, added some information to it, and then returned it to Wang Yuan:

"Please take this identity jade tablet and go back to the sect to receive the reward."

"Thank you, uncle."

Wang Yuan took the token and showed joy.

Uncle Zhang smiled casually:

"Go down, and go back to the sect with me in five days."

"Yes, uncle."

Wang Yuan replied, leaning over and bowing, and quietly retreating.

"Junior Brother Zheng thinks there is something wrong with this disciple?" After Wang Yuan left, Uncle Zhang turned his head and asked softly.

Uncle Zheng, the red-eyed master, shook his head slightly: "I don't know, but it doesn't look like it. If you really want to find a reason, why do you need to practice hard? What's more, you can hide directly into the depths of the mine, and no one is going to really look for it."

“It’s true.”

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "You and I agree, that's it!"

...

Out of the formation.

Wang Yuan found a place around to sit down and rest.

Fu Feng and Zhang Ping came to communicate, but Wang Yuan looked at Zhang Ping coldly, and was polite to Fu Feng. Zhang Ping seemed to have forgotten the previous incident of Wang's jade slips and never mentioned it.

Five days passed in a flash.

On this day, a light fell outside the formation.

In the light, a huge flying sword fell down. There were more than fifty disciples on the flying sword, leading an old man wearing a blue Taoist robe.

"Senior Brother Cui."

Uncle Zhang bowed and responded on the spot.

The three uncles of Ningyuan period met and whispered.

Wang Yuan and others were far away and could not hear what the three of them said. However, Wang Yuan was always paying attention and could vaguely see the expressions of Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zheng becoming much more serious.

After half an incense stick.

Uncle Zhang waved his hand and a small boat appeared and rose in the wind.

"Dear disciples, go back to the sect."

Uncle Zhang's voice spread all around.

Many disciples once again entered the flying magic weapon.

Wang Yuan also followed the crowd.

The flying magic weapon quickly flew into the sky, and a blue light passed by, disappearing.

In the ore veins in the original location, Mr. Cui breathed a sigh of relief:

"There are constant waves in the sect. This mineral vein... is considered a paradise. I hide here. The war has nothing to do with me."

...

Among the flying magic weapon.

Many disciples sat in groups of three or three.

Wang Yuan was with Zhang Ping and Fu Feng.

"Junior Brother Wang, after returning to the sect, go and receive the reward as soon as possible, and then go to seclusion and practice. Don't be in a hurry to come out." Fu Feng moved the magic trick in his hand, and a light blue shield covered the two of them, and then said in a low voice.

Wang Yuan's expression changed slightly and he asked:

"What news did Senior Brother Fu get?"

"Well, the disciples from the mine vein are quite old. I asked a few of them specifically when they get along with my father." Fu Feng explained in a low voice:

"This mine vein mission is ten years."

"ten years?"

Wang Yuan frowned.

Staying in the ore veins, boring and tasteless.

Two years have been a long time, and ten years have become too much.

In addition, it is a turbulent time now, and I cannot leave the mine veins, or go to other places in my spare time. Who has persisted for ten years? Even a ascetic like Wang Yuan feels numb after ten years of scalp.

"Junior Brother Wang, just a month ago, a battle broke out in Fengbo Leader. Seven uncles of Ningyuan stage took action, three of them fell, and nearly a hundred Qi training stage disciples were killed and injured."

"How is this possible?"

Wang Yuan's expression changed drastically.

In fact, disciples from time to time come to the southern country, even the monks of the southern country are like this.

These fights and the like are quite common.

But the condensation period is different.

In the Yuan Condensation Period, spiritual power condenses into water mist, and is vast and vast. With various changes, martial arts, spells, and medium magic weapons, they have made rapid progress and their strengths are completely different.

The attack in the Condensation Period is too lethal.

Therefore, usually, even if the Ningyuan stage cultivators fight, they will have personal grudges and will not attack where other sects are stationed.

This is a default bottom line.

Once this happens, the war has officially begun.

Sects are fighting!

Countless casualties!

Wang Yuan felt his scalp numb.

In the last life, there were many swords and swords in the mall, and the mall was like a battlefield, which was not a joke.

But that fight does not involve human life.

and……

At that time, Wang Yuan had become a partner, the company had grown and developed, and was qualified to sit on the chess board and play chess.

And now in this world, Wang Yuan is only in the Qi training period, and in this battle, he is cannon fodder.

In an instant, Wang Yuan had the idea of ​​avoiding this war.

"Young Brother Wang, don't worry. Although there were heavy casualties in the battle of the storm leader, there were many disciples in the future. The battle between the families will be fine in a short period of time."

Senior Brother Fu spoke.

Wang Yuan nodded:

"Thank you, Senior Brother Fu, for reminding me. After I go back, I will go into seclusion and practice. I hope to avoid this war first."

Fu Feng nodded.

This matter is not a secret. Wang Yuan will know it after returning to the sect, but now he has said it in advance, which is a demonstration.

...

It is actually not slow to return to the sect when flying magic weapons.

With all your strength, you can reach Qingyun Sect in less than a day.

But half a day later.

The flying magic weapon in the sky suddenly stopped, and Uncle Zhang and Uncle Zheng flew out of the flying magic weapon, looking at the distance with a stagnant expression.

Many disciples looked at each other.

"It may be in trouble now."

Wang Yuan took out the Lingshui Sword from the storage bag, thought about it, and took out a few more talismans.

In the sky.

Uncle Zhang stood in the void, and the water-attributed spiritual power around him hovered, emitting extremely strong pressure: "Which fellow Taoist is here in front?"

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The leader was quite old, short, and a faint ghost fire radiated in his eyes: "Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect that you could see this formation, but that's fine."

While speaking, the man waved his hand and a figure in black armor appeared in front of him.

The figure is slightly solid, but you can tell at a glance that it is a ghost.

The ghost cried out, and Wang Yuan felt the sound of a ghost roar in the distance, his soul sensation, dizzy for a moment, and his qi and blood were even more unstable. However, Wang Yuan practiced in the Earth Dragon Cave for a long time, and this pressure was instantly suppressed.

"In the Yellow Sand Jinyan Mining Veins, there are some minerals we need. How about giving them to me and the three of you?"
Chapter completed!