Seeing this, the Feng siblings and Xu Youruo, who were running towards them from a distance, immediately stopped and found a relatively secluded place to hide. They didn't know whether Zhan Yihan and Su Jinyue were there, but they absolutely couldn't be discovered by those people from the Qingliu Sect, otherwise they might use them to threaten Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan.
"Hide your breath and hide yourself." Feng Yuqing whispered to Feng Yuhua and Xu Youruo.
Feng Yuhua and Xu Youruo nodded, trying to restrain their aura. Even if they couldn't help Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan, they couldn't become a burden to them.
"Crack, crack, crack!" The formation was finally broken by the joint attack of everyone.
The gray-robed old man smiled coldly, and released a powerful spiritual sense to the surroundings, "Come out!" Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan suddenly disappeared. He suspected that they had a space magic weapon like a small world on them.
Regardless of whether Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan have small worlds, he will not miss any possibility. Perhaps they are hiding nearby, otherwise the formation that trapped him would not be able to be repaired again and again.
The spiritual consciousness spread rapidly around, getting closer and closer to where Feng Yuqing and the other two were hiding.
One hundred meters... fifty meters... twenty meters...
Feng Yuqing and the other two held their breath, their hands clenched tightly, trying to control their aura. Previously, the Qingliu Sect's members were focused on attacking the formation, so no one would notice them. But now, they could be discovered at any moment. What should they do? It was definitely too late to escape now.
The grey-robed old man's consciousness quickly approached Feng Yuqing and the other two, ten meters... nine meters... seven meters... five meters...
Feng Yuqing and the other two were trembling with nervousness, their bodies slightly shaking, their hearts having given up hope. It seemed they were doomed.
The spiritual consciousness did not stop, four meters... three meters... two meters... one meter...
Just when his spiritual sense was half a meter away from sweeping over Feng Yuqing and the other two, a figure suddenly appeared, like a god descending from the sky, and appeared in front of the gray-robed old man and his group.
The spiritual consciousness stopped about five centimeters away from Feng Yuqing and the other two.
Feng Yuqing and the other two were so nervous they didn't even dare to breathe. Their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat. At this moment, they felt so close to death that they could even feel the powerful aura released by the approaching spiritual consciousness.
The gray-robed elder saw Zhan Yihan suddenly appear and retracted his spiritual sense. He sneered at Zhan Yihan and said, "You finally showed up." It seemed his guess was correct; Zhan Yihan must have a magical weapon of the Small World type. He also discovered that Zhan Yihan's cultivation had improved slightly. He was now in the early stage of the Mysterious Immortal Realm. To have advanced from the late Golden Immortal Realm to the early stage of the Mysterious Immortal Realm in just ten days showed that he held quite a secret.
But even if his cultivation level improved, what would it matter? Could an early Xuanxian compete with an early Xiandi? He had been too careless before, and that was why he fell into his trap. But once something like this happened, it wouldn't happen again.
Zhan Yihan ignored the gray-robed old man and waved a formation flag, enveloping all the members of the Qingliu Sect in the formation. When he came out, he had already discovered Feng Yuqing and the other two, so he couldn't let the Qingliu Sect find them, otherwise they would probably use Feng Yuqing and the other two to threaten him, and then he would be in a dilemma.
"Here you go again." The gray-robed elder curled his lips in disdain, then waved his hand and summoned the bronze gong, attacking Zhan Yihan. This time, he had locked onto Zhan Yihan with his spiritual sense, and he wasn't the only one trapped in the formation. Once he destroyed Zhan Yihan, he would learn his secrets.
The gong was spinning in the air, emitting sound waves that enveloped Zhan Yihan.
Zhan Yihan raised his hand, summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, and chopped at the bronze gong in the air.
"Clang!" A sharp sword light chopped on the gong, making a sharp collision sound.
The third and fourth elders were so shocked that their faces turned pale, their bodies swayed, and they could barely stand.
The disciples of Qingliu Sect were shocked and flew away, spitting out bright red liquid, and some even fainted.
The gray-robed elder watched in disbelief. Zhan Yihan had not only blocked the attack from the gong's sonic wave, but had also caused it to recoil. How was this possible? Was he truly only at the early stages of Xuanxian cultivation?
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