Chapter 89 I Love Playing “Favorable Games” All My Life!

An hour later.

On a hill 500 miles away from Guangfu City, Yan Wanyi, holding the token of the Great Three Talents Formation, was on guard. The remaining seven foundation-building cultivators, including Su Ming, closed their eyes and rested, quietly waiting for news from Ding Zhize and the other two.

After completing the mission, most of the cultivator teams would return to the base to rest for a while. Ding Zhize and the other two needed some luck to find the trace of Zhong Xingwen's team.

If they were lucky, they might be able to lock the target in a few hours. If they were unlucky, it might take a few days or even more than ten days.

However, for cultivators, the most indispensable thing is patience.

At this moment, Su Ming's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at the spirit beast bag on his waist with some doubts.

As his consciousness moved slightly, the soul-chasing silkworm, which was as black as ink, appeared at Su Ming's fingertips.

For some reason, the soul-chasing silkworm seemed a little excited at this time, and its petite body kept twisting at Su Ming's fingertips.

Seeing this, Su Ming tried to communicate with the Soul-Chasing Silkworm with his spiritual sense.

"Something is attracting the Soul-Chasing Silkworm..."

After a while, Su Ming communicated with the Soul-Chasing Silkworm and got the information that there was something attracting the Soul-Chasing Silkworm nearby.

But for some reason, the Soul-Chasing Silkworm could not lock onto the thing that attracted it, and could only vaguely sense the other party's existence.

"Is there any natural treasure nearby that attracts spiritual insects?"

"It's a pity that the mission has not been completed yet, and even if I want to find out, I can't do it..."

Su Ming's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he thought to himself that when the Soul-Chasing Silkworm moved just now, he thought it was Kong Haochen approaching his 100-mile range.

After confirming that Kong Haochen was not nearby, Su Ming comforted the Soul-Chasing Silkworm and put it back into the spirit beast bag.

After the mission is over, he can come here again to see what spiritual materials the Soul-Chasing Silkworm has sensed.

Now he should wait for news from Ding Zhize and the other two.

Although the exact reason for the Soul-Chasing Silkworm's unusual movement could not be determined, Su Ming still raised some vigilance to prevent any special situation from happening.

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"The Soul-Chasing Silkworm is weak, but its spiritual perception is very sharp, and it has the ability to chase souls for hundreds of miles..."

"And the Soul-Snatching Silkworm is good at killing, but its spiritual perception is far inferior to that of the Soul-Chasing Silkworm..."

"Even though it is at a higher level and has a secret method to seal its breath, it was almost detected by the other party..."

Thirty miles away from the Great Three Talents Formation, Ma Zhifeng's voice came from a forest.

At this time, Ma Zhifeng was wearing black clothes, and his eyes were solemnly looking at the hill thirty miles away.

The Soul-Snatching Silkworm lay on his left shoulder motionless, with strange blood-red patterns on its snow-white body, and its breath was not obvious at all, just like an ordinary piece of jade.

Although he wanted to get the Soul-Chasing Silkworm immediately, Ma Zhifeng did not continue to approach the hill.

If he continued to approach, even if he used a secret method to seal the Soul-Snatching Silkworm, his position would be locked by the Soul-Snatching Silkworm.

If he makes a move and lets the enemy run away, Ma Zhifeng will be "crying without tears".

It is said that Ma Zhifeng is arrogant and reckless, but now he does not look arrogant at all. His recklessness is just a "smoke bomb" to confuse the enemy.

"First use the 'Flying Dragon Eye' to find out the enemy's strength..."

Ma Zhifeng slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist and summoned two mosquito-like spirit insects.

"Go!"

As the spells in his hands changed, one of the two spirit insects stayed in place, and the other flying dragon eye made a subtle buzzing sound and flew towards the distant mountain.

The flying dragon eye is not a spirit insect born and raised, but a "poisonous insect" specially cultivated by Ma Zhifeng with the help of the Yuling Sect's method. The spiritual power on it is extremely weak, and even a cultivator in the foundation-building period can hardly detect it.

However, the life span of this kind of poisonous insect is much lower than that of ordinary spiritual insects, even worse than that of ordinary insects. It will die soon after being awakened. In the hands of the Yuling Sect monks, it is similar to those spiritual talismans and disposable magic tools.

However, in many cases, the auxiliary role that these special poisonous insects can play is stronger than ordinary spiritual talismans and magic tools.

As the Feilong Eye continued to approach the mountain, Ma Zhifeng sat cross-legged in the woods, covered his left eye with one hand, pinched the magic formula on his chest, and pointed at the Feilong Eye in front of him.

In an instant, Ma Zhifeng shared the Feilong Eye's vision and began to observe the situation on the mountain.

"They actually set up a formation. It seems that there are quite a few people..."

Ma Zhifeng controlled the Feilong Eye to wander around the mountain and suddenly whispered to himself.

It is not known whether Ma Zhifeng's spiritual perception is too strong or Ding Zhize's formation method is too rough. It didn't take long for the Great Three Talents Formation to be discovered by him.

On the battlefield, if there are only one or two cultivators acting together, most of the time there is no need to set up a protective formation. Only when a large number of cultivators are too big a target, they will set up a formation to hide their bodies and be on guard.

"It seems that this time I can not only get the spirit insects that practice the 'Yin Yang Demon', but also gain a lot of military merits..."

After a cup of tea, Ma Zhifeng put away his two flying dragon eyes, smiled and said softly.

After that, Ma Zhifeng took out his sect token from the storage bag, changed the spell in his hand, and delivered the message to the two foundation-building teams near Guangfu City.

Now that the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark, Ma Zhifeng will certainly not "go to the meeting alone".

The cultivators of the three sects have a consensus.

The cultivators of the Yuling Sect are best at "ganging up"!

This evaluation is not only about the Yuling Sect cultivators relying on spirit beasts to fight one more, but also the cultivators themselves like to act in teams.

After all, the natal beasts and magic tools of the Yuling Sect monks are different, and they are directly related to their path.

If the natal beast dies, the Yuling Sect monks must re-contract the natal beast, otherwise the cultivation of the sect's skills will not only be extremely slow, but many methods that require beasts will not be able to be performed.

You must know that the "poverty" of the beastmasters is no less than that of the physical cultivators. Most of their resources in their lives are spent on the beasts. Asking the Yuling Sect monks to re-cultivate their natal beasts is almost the same as asking them to die.

Therefore, most of the Yuling Sect monks do not like to act alone, at least in groups of three or five.

This habit is no exception even for Ma Zhifeng of the Yuling Seven Heroes.

He loves to play "favorable games" all his life!

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Not long after, the two teams outside Guangfu City received Ma Zhifeng's message, and they all restrained their breath and rushed towards the mountain where Su Ming and others were.

The two teams had about fifteen people in total. With Ma Zhifeng, the top foundation-building cultivator, they were able to handle most situations on the battlefield of the spirit stone mine.

Among the fifteen people, all of them had at least one spirit beast bag on their waists in addition to a storage bag, with only one exception.

This person was thin, with a few strands of white hair, wearing a light green long gown, with a half-finger-long beard on his chin, and a bit of gloom between his eyebrows.

Judging from his appearance, this person was Zhong Xingwen, who was called "Wind Rider" by Ding Zhize.

Next to Zhong Xingwen, there was a seven-foot-tall female cultivator wearing iron armor and with a rough face.

It was Ma Zhifeng's elder sister Ma Qinyu.

If it weren't for the vague sight of some female features, I'm afraid no one would have thought of her as a woman, but a warrior on the battlefield.

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