"I didn't expect that this mysterious man was actually the elder of the Star Palace in Huozhou." The gray-haired elder in Youzhou was also an unexpected person.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang laughed. He hid his identity before and did not want to be exposed in advance, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. But now everyone is ready, it doesn't matter." Yan Feng said with a smile.

"Elder Yan, where is the person behind you?" Lin Songyue said.

"This is my disciple Yancheng, but he unfortunately got into trouble before his practice, and his skin was seriously injured, so he should wear a mask."

"It's okay, since everyone is going to go on the road together, it's better to meet each other." Lin Songyue said with a smile.

"That's the reason." Yang Gong also echoed.

Yan Feng frowned and looked at Yan Cheng.

"Master, since you don't dislike me, then I'll be ugly." The young man smiled and slowly took off his mask.

Suddenly, accompanied by this scent of flames, a face that seemed to have been burned by the flames, completely distorted and deformed, and was lumped, appeared in front of everyone.

My mouth and nose were crooked, my eyes were pretty good, but my eyes were also big and small. I was not careful when I was covered with my face before.

Moreover, there seemed to be a lot of flame energy remaining on this face, which kept burning, leaving Yancheng's face always in a twisted and deformation and unable to recover.

Yan Cheng is not very terrifying to the cultivators who have seen the world, but he is also extremely ugly, which makes people reluctant to take a second look after it.

"Yancheng, although you and I have never been masked, you were also a well-known genius back then. I didn't expect it to become like this." Lin Songyue sighed.

"Haha, life is impermanent, and you can't turn back the road you have walked." Yancheng grinned.

But the smile on this face looked very ferocious.

"If you don't mind, I still like to wear masks." Yan Chengdao.

The cultivators shook their heads and instead of watching Yancheng put the mask on their face again.

Qin Cheng stared at Yan Cheng seriously for several seconds.

"What's wrong with Qin Cheng?" Fu Mo said.

"His flame breath is strange, even more fierce than his master." Qin Cheng said.

"Is it the reason for being obsessed with the trepidation?"

Fu Mo was stunned. Yan Cheng was a cultivator, who was stronger than his Master Ershuo?

Of course, based on Qin Cheng's understanding of Zhihuo, Fu Mo absolutely believes in Qin Cheng's judgment.

"I don't know, but there is indeed a trace of demonic energy. Yancheng is probably not simple."

Qin Cheng shook his head slightly and glanced at his arms.

Just as Yan Cheng took off his mask, he sensed the demon-suppressing sword spirit sealed by him, and seemed to move slightly.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword Spirit will not move at will.

"Okay, we have also understood the identities of both of you. Let's talk about the serious business now. You said that the demon pill is not what I understand, so what is that?"

"Also, you should also explain clearly how to take us out of here."

Lin Songyue and others did not sense Yan Cheng's specialness, and the topic quickly attracted the attention of the matter.

"This is easy to say, let everyone see something first."

Yan Feng smiled and glanced at Yan Cheng.

Then Yan Cheng waved his hand and took out a formation plate similar to the Bagua plate.

Seeing everyone's curious eyes, Yan Feng spoke.

"This thing was discovered by me with the treasure map at that time. After my research, the function of this array plate is to condense some extremely magical marks."

"And these marks are the key to ensuring that we can reach the teleportation array in the treasure map."


Chapter completed!