Eight Hundred and Forty-One. Sap to Take People Away?

Yan Zhaoge had encountered a similar situation back then when he was in the Eight Great Worlds.

It was a man named Ouyang Qi, who looked like Sikong Qing disguised as a man.

But that was a real man.

With this precedent, Yan Zhaoge knew that these people who were similar to Sikong Qing were not limited to women, and they might also meet men.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the other party, taking a look up and down.

This person should be about the same age as Yue Baoqi from the North Sea Sword Pavilion in Huangjiahai, Southeast Yangtian Realm.

The higher cultivation level is likely due to the different sects of origin.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes fell on this man's clothes.

She was dressed in green, with a pattern of an ancient tree tattooed on the cuffs, and the tree was divided into nine branches.

Yan Zhaoge was fine if he didn't look at it, but when he focused his eyes on the pattern, the nine-branched ancient tree suddenly seemed to become real, and the green branches and leaves fluttered in the air.

That person didn't care, because Yan Zhaoge was not the only one who paid attention to the pattern.

There are more or less people around, whether intentionally or unintentionally, when they glance over this pattern, they will inevitably stay there.

Because in the territory of Dongfang Cangtian, this logo means an identity.

Dongfang Supreme Cave Mansion Dojo, Yunmiao Mountain Tsinghua Temple, personal disciples.

On the three-acre land of the Eastern Cangtian Realm, a person in such a suit can walk sideways most of the time.

The pattern on the cuffs is specially made, which incorporates the spirit of the disciples of Tsinghua Temple and the true meaning of martial arts taught by the Oriental Supreme.

Not only the identity of the disciples of Tsinghua Temple, but also the clothes of each person are different, and they are seated according to the number.

And such a costume, although it is not a holy weapon or a spiritual weapon, it also has a strong protective ability and is a rare treasure.

This is the unique secret method of Tsinghua Temple in Yunmiao Mountain, and everyone who walks in the eastern sky can recognize it.

The direct disciple of Dongfang Supreme suddenly appeared in front of him, so it was no wonder that everyone present was paying attention.

Yan Zhaoge had never been to the Eastern Cangtian Realm, but when chatting with Mu Jun and Chen Zhiliang at the Jinting Mountain in the Southeast Yangtian Realm, he had recorded many unique customs and customs in the Upper Realm.

Although Yan Zhaoge doesn't know much about the special tradition of Tsinghua Temple in the Eastern Cangtian Realm, which is adjacent to the Yangtian Realm in the southeast, he has heard of it.

Seeing the man's attire at this moment, he had a little idea in his mind: "Is the Eastern Supreme a direct disciple?"

The Supreme of the East, the master of the Eastern Celestial Realm, is the same figure as the Supreme of the Southeast Cao Jie and the Supreme of the South Zhuang Shen.

Thinking of this existence, a picture involuntarily appeared in Yan Zhaoge's mind.

Several pillars of cyan air suddenly appeared, and then converged into a huge sky-reaching divine tree.

This sacred tree seems to run through the universe, and the aura of power exuded in it is far greater than that of the Ninefold Martial Saint and the powerhouse in the late stage of Xianqiao.

At the beginning of the trip to the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum, both the Western Supreme and the Eastern Supreme had taken action, but they were finally blocked by the restrictions of the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum, so that they lost the trace of the Emperor's Tomb and did not enter it in the end.

Although it was only a flash, the Dongfang Supreme made a move at that time, which still left some impression on Yan Zhaoge.

The subtlety of the martial arts he practiced, and the rich resources his disciples can get, are naturally far from being comparable to Beihai Jiange.

It's not surprising that the cultivation strength of the person in front of him is higher than that of Yue Baoqi, who is similar in talent.

As for the crowd watching, this young man like Sikong Qing didn't care too much, and went out of the city on his own.

Yan Zhaoge was a little interested, so he secretly followed.

"My lord, are we going to kidnap someone with a sap?" Ah Hu had an excited expression on his face.

Yan Zhaoge rubbed his chin: "Being able to communicate, it's definitely better to communicate normally."

Feng Yunsheng laughed: "The implication is that if we can't communicate, then we are planning to take people into captivity?"

Yan Zhaoge said: "It depends on the situation. After all, he is a direct disciple of Tsinghua Temple, and this is the ground of the Eastern Cangtian Realm. I don't know if he has fellow disciples nearby. I really want to do it.

You also need to be familiar with the environment and understand the surrounding situation. "

Xiao Ai was speechless: "Young master is indeed a young master. Others on the ground of the Eastern Cangtian Realm are thinking about how to make friends with the disciples of Tsinghua Temple. Young master, you actually want to kidnap."

Yan Zhaoge shrugged his shoulders: "The wound of the sky wall that leads to the eight great worlds is in the southeast Yangtian realm. It is understandable to have a good relationship with Jinting Mountain and give myself a stable rear."

"Now that we have a rear base, we can be more flexible when we go to other places."

Saying that, Yan Zhaoge chuckled lightly: "What's more, kidnapping is just the worst plan, maybe we can hit it off right away? Don't talk like I've made up my mind to kidnap someone."

Although they are all three levels of Martial Saints, their cultivation bases are in the late stage of Conjunctive Phase.

But no matter whether it is Yan Zhaoge or the Beiming avatar, it is difficult for the other party to notice that they are following behind the other party at this moment.

The young man headed north all the way into the deep mountains.

This mountain range is the junction of Mintian Realm in the Northeast and Cangtian Realm in the East.

Yan Zhaoge followed for a while, his pace gradually slowed down, because he vaguely sensed that there was more than one master in front of him.

Although he is not afraid, if he continues to approach, he may be spotted by the other party.

The auras of those people were similar to the young man I was following, and they were probably also the disciples of the Supreme Master of the East, and the successors of Tsinghua Temple in Yunmiao Mountain.

This young man who looks exactly like Sikong Qing seems to have rushed here to join his fellow disciples.

After joining forces all the way, they set off again and continued to walk deep into the mountains.

Yan Zhaoge adjusted the distance a little further, then continued to follow.

After walking for half a day, the opponent's speed was not fast, the route he followed was not a straight line, and he looked like he was looking for something.

Although Yan Zhaoge was also curious, relatively speaking, it was the mysteries of the young Martial Saint himself that made him more interested.

Just when Yan Zhaoge was about to show up directly and directly try to deal with the opponent, he felt that the speed of the opponent slowed down significantly.

After a while, Yan Zhaoge felt that there was a sign of a void opening in the distant mountains.

This group of Eastern supreme disciples seems to have opened up a boundary channel leading to a certain foreign space.

Yan Zhaoge curled his lips: "A certain secret place? So it seems that these Tsinghua Temple disciples are here to hunt for treasure?"

He followed, ready to show up directly to deal with the other party.

When the distance got closer, I found that this place was unusual, the power of the realm was disordered, and there were cold winds whistling, blowing from the entrance of the realm passage.

Affected by this, the warrior's perception ability is greatly reduced, and he can only observe actions with the five senses such as vision and hearing.

This made the Tsinghua martial arts observers guarding the entrance not immediately see Yan Zhaoge's figure, but instead talked on their own.

"That Snow Crane has been missing for a few years, and now it's hard to find her again. I hope this time I can stop her."

The other party's voice reached Yan Zhaoge's ears, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his feet stopped immediately.