Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Zhang Lang noticed something and looked at Anle beside him.

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Yulan glared at him fiercely.

Only then did he shut up obediently.

Seeing no one responded, Gan Bing thanked them and returned to the center of the team and continued on his way.

******

Night falls.

The team came to a relatively open flat ground.

Decided to rest here for one night.

The forest at night is far more dangerous than during the day.

If we continue to advance recklessly when our spiritual awareness is not so effective, there will probably be countless casualties.

on the other hand.

After traveling so anxiously for most of the day, everyone felt a little tired.

Not in the body, but in the spirit.

Keep it very tight at all times.

A night's rest is still necessary.

Many monks worked together to clear the surrounding vegetation to ensure that there would be no places for poisonous insects or monsters to hide.

The scattered cultivators are scattered outside the camp.

Each sect is located in a core position.

Although it sounds a bit unfair, no one objects to it.

After all, without the help of the sect disciples, the independent cultivators would never be able to get here.

Many people lit a bonfire and cooked some simple food.

Either heat up the dry food, or make dishes out of the meat of monsters killed during the day.

Not all casual cultivators can consume pills like the Bigu Pill without any burden.

Moreover, the desire for food and drink is also one of the pursuits of some people.

"call--"

Anle took a big bowl of rice soup mixed with meat and pure rice and drank it happily.

Soon, an expression of enjoyment appeared on his face and his whole body felt warm.

“It tastes delicious.”

“I didn’t expect that Fellow Daoist Zhang’s cooking skills are so good.”

"That's natural!"

Zhang Lang chuckled, looking quite pleased with himself: "I was a cook at Zuixianlou for a few years."

“Even the Jindan cultivators are full of praise.”

"Zui Xian Tower?"

Jiang Yulan was also quite surprised, which shows how famous this restaurant is.

The two started chatting about this topic.

Anle didn't care about that. He gulped down a big bowl of soup, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

His current appetite can only be described as exaggerated.

If he wasn't worried about exposing his overly vigorous blood and energy, he would even eat all the monster meat here.

As I was eating, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The eyes of the monks in the camp were all focused on him.

There were faint whispers.

Anle turned his head and looked.

A figure in white tights was walking towards him.

Bright eyes, white teeth, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes.

If it’s not dry ice, then who is it?

"Dry Ice Fairy?"

Jiang Yulan was so excited that she was incoherent, just like a little fan who met her idol.

Zhang Lang wasn't much better.

Gan Bing smiled and his eyes fell on An Le.

"Friend Lu, I have something to tell you."

Anle felt a headache.

He just wanted to get through this trial safely, why did trouble always come his way?

Soon, the two left together in the surprised eyes of everyone.

Chapter 123 I Don’t Know Any Ghost Face Man

"Who is that boy?"

After the two left, someone immediately asked about Anle's background.

"It seems to be a casual cultivator called Jade-faced Scholar, not very famous."

"Rogue cultivator?"

Many people showed disdainful expressions.

It has to be said that some disciples of some sects still have deep sectarian prejudices and naturally look down on independent cultivators who have worked hard to climb up the ladder.

Of course, the situation of the Ghost-Faced Man is another matter.

The expressions of two or three casual cultivators changed as they remembered something.

But they all kept silent and did not speak out.

In the crowd, Bandaiyama looked at the two people's departing backs, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.

"Why do you ignore me but treat this nobody differently?"

******

the other side.

Anle frowned slightly. He felt a piercing gaze coming from behind him. He could guess what they were thinking without even listening.

The roots of troubles.

It has been like this since ancient times.

Although he is not afraid of trouble, he does not want to take the initiative to cause trouble.

In fact, Dry Ice's appearance is not stunning.

Not as good as Su Dai and Xiao Xiaohong.

It’s just that heroic spirit that ordinary female cultivators don’t have that adds extra points.

"Just now, you saved me, right?"

At this time, Gan Bing stopped and asked seriously.

"Among the cultivators present, only your Six Meridians Divine Sword can do that."

She guessed this after asking her senior sister.

Now that everything has been pointed out, Anle simply responded generously.

"it's me."

Qian Bing was a little curious: "Why doesn't Daoist Lu admit it?

"It's just a small favor, don't take it to heart, Brother Qian."

Anle said calmly.

"Besides, having contact with the famous Dry Ice Fairy may not be a good thing for casual cultivators like us."

Qian Bing was very smart and quickly understood the meaning of this.

Wherever she went these days, she was the center of attention and the object of everyone's flattery, but she had never expected this.

She smiled slightly embarrassedly.

"I didn't think well enough."

"In that case, Fellow Daoist Lu, are you interested in joining my Banshan Sect?"

In her opinion, this was a good choice, whether for the purpose of repaying the life-saving grace or for the purpose of protection.

Anle said frankly: "Thank you for your kindness, Daoist Qian, but I still want to give it a try to see if I can join Taixu Palace."

Seeing this, Dry Ice did not force it.

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave first."

He wanted to drink a few more sips of broth!

"One more thing."

Gan Bing bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and asked.

"If I remember correctly, you are also a casual cultivator from the Moving Mountain Region, right?"

"Yes."

"Then... do you know the Ghost-Faced Man?"

While asking the question, Gan Bing carefully observed An Le's expression, trying to find clues from his face.

"Oh, the Ghost Face?"

Anle showed a little surprise just right, but gave a wry smile.

"Of course I know him."

"It's just that I'm the only one who knows him, but he doesn't know me."

Disappointment was visibly written on Gan Bing's pretty face: "Is that really the case?"

After saying a few more words casually, Anle turned and left, thinking to himself.

"It was a close call. Luckily, I have great acting skills."

"I didn't expect she was so perceptive."

The identity of the Jade-faced Scholar was exposed, so it was no big deal.

But if the ghost-faced man is exposed, things will be troublesome.

******

After he left.

Chen Xiaoshuang walked out from the nearby woods.

"Junior Sister Qian, could he be the ghost-faced man?"

Dry Ice shook his head: "No, I just think too much."

"Friend Lu is quite capable, but his character is far different from that of the Ghost-faced Man. He seems a bit slick and hypocritical."

She thought that Anle rejected her purely out of face.

Or, they fail to correctly recognize their own strength.

Dry Ice sighed.