For three consecutive days, Ye Ling was in seclusion in the Xishan Cave in Luofeng Mountain, and was in peace with Baihuan and Zhilan in the adjacent cave.

As for the specific direction of opening the ancient fantasy of the barbarians, Aunt Cheng, who has the highest cultivation level, went out to inquire secretly and came back to inform Ye Ling, Baihuan, Zhilan and the others that dozens of barbarian strongmen gathered one after another on the top of Fengwei South Mountain in Luofeng Mountain Field.

On the fourth day, Ye Ling was meditating quietly, and suddenly heard a crisp sound of gold and jade collision in the mountains!

Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

At this time, Aunt Cheng, who was in the adjacent cave, flew out first and asked, "Who is coming? Look at the robes on your body, they seem to be from the witch clan?"

"I am the Wing Fire Witch Master, Yiluo! She is the witch of this tribe. She is here to find a young monk. Who are you?"

The ones who came were the Wing Fire Witch and the Mage Yiluo. When they saw Aunt Cheng, an old woman with a dragon-headed crutch, they were also secretly shocked!

The Wing Fire Witch hurriedly added: "This is my personal grudge with him, and it has nothing to do with others! I think you, an old lady, are old, and you don't have to interfere in some things."

The young voice of the Wing Fire Witch Girl thought she was already very polite.

But unexpectedly, Aunt Cheng's face flashed with a layer of green air, and she paused her dragon-head crutch and sneered: "Little girl! You are a few years younger than Zhilan, and you are not afraid of the wind and your tongue flashing! You are old and have the will but not enough, but you are still more than enough to deal with you, the yellow-haired girl!"

The Wing Fire Witch Girl missed something and offended her. However, the wizard Yiluo saw that the situation was not good and quickly said, "Don't get angry! We are not here to find you, don't misunderstand, we will only settle the score with that kid!"

At this time, as soon as the cave door opened, Ye Ling walked out slowly and said coldly: "You two are not waiting in Nanshan for the ancient illusion to open, but come here to find me, just to avenge revenge, or have another purpose? Want to rob the poison-proof pearl? Haha, the two defeated generals dare to speak out!"

When the Wing Fire Witcher saw Ye Ling, she immediately turned her mouth away. Then she saw two female cultivators walking out of a nearby cave decorated like a palace garden. She couldn't help but sigh: "Hmph! You slipped very quickly from Qingzhu City that day, without knowing it. I thought you had returned to the Northern Spirit Vein! It turned out that it was Xiaoyao in the western mountain of Luofeng Mountain. Could it be that you also have the ancient orders of the barbarians? It seems that I underestimated you, but fortunately I have your blood shadow talisman. No matter where you go, you can't escape my palm!"

The mage Yiluo also shouted excitedly: "Boy! It's okay if you can escape, why did you take away the cave master token from Cave No. 19? I still don't have a good spiritual vein cave, and I spent more than 20,000 spirit stones in vain. You are harming others and not doing good for yourself! Now, our witch's injuries have been healed, and all our bad experiences recently are thanks to you. Let's break it today!"

At this point, Aunt Cheng finally understood that these two Winged Fire Witch Clan were Ye Ling's opponents. But now, she has entrusted the Hundred Flower Girl and Zhilan to Ye Ling to take care of her. In the ancient fantasy of the barbarians, she still has to rely on Ye Ling for everything.
Chapter completed!