Chapter 210: Gather

"Unexpectedly, the Sky Demon Tower could move a short distance in the turbulent space!"
In the elite accommodation area on the mountainside of Tailing Peak, Su Fan said leisurely while lying on the bed in his room.
Three days have passed since he last grabbed the energy core of the Soul Gathering Array. Under the care of the Sky Demon Tower, he returned to his residence without incident.
In the past three days, the entire Tai Lingzong's interior had exploded. After all, the core of the Soul Gathering Array was snatched away in public, which is not a glorious thing.
Many disciples have been sent out to look for clues to the energy core, and Tai Ling Peak, which was very lively in the past, has been particularly deserted in the past two days.
"Count the time, I should set off too!" Su Fan whispered.
He hadn't forgotten the five-star mission given to him by Elder Yuan, and today he was going to gather at the west gate of Tailing City.
Su Fan stood up, sorted out some necessities for the road, pushed aside the house and walked out.
When he left the door, Su Fan went straight down the mountain road without lagging behind. He showed his identity badge at the mountain gate, paid 300 gold coins to the Shoushan disciple, rented a red horse, and drove away. .
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Not long after Su Fan descended the mountain, the news spread into a dark hut in Tailing Peak.
"Lord Ming, Su Fan has gone down the mountain!" A black shadow reported to the black robe man in front of him, half kneeling on the ground.
"Is it finally down the mountain!"
Mingyi raised his head and revealed a pair of cold eyes.
"My chess piece should be dispatched too!"
"Thousand years of waiting, the dark sun I taught will finally shine in the world, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."
Wow!
A group of squeaking bats flew in the dark shadow...
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Tai Ling Feng Xing Hall.
In a hall in the backyard of the Xingtang, a gray-haired old man was sitting on an imperial master's chair with his eyes closed. A disciple crouched on the ground right in front of him and said: "Thanks to Elder Cui, Su Fan is half an hour ago. Down the mountain!"
"The little beast has come down the mountain?" The old man opened his eyes slightly, and a thick murderous intent flashed in his pupils: "Okay, very good, the old man has finally waited for this day!"
A gust of wind blew, and for a moment, there was no one on the Grand Master's chair, leaving only the disciple who came to report to stand in a daze.
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At almost the same moment, the news about Su Fan's departure on Tai Ling Peak was passed to the hands of the major forces through different channels.
All the forces or individuals who had conspired against Su Fan moved after hearing the news, and a large net slowly opened around Su Fan.
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Su Fan rode a red horse on a flat mountain road facing the mountain wind. In the distance, the huge outline of Tailing City has gradually emerged.
Not long after, Su Fan rode a horse to the bottom of the city, looking at the majestic Tailing City. Su Fan felt infinitely emotional. The last time he entered this Tailing City, he was a fledgling soul-man. Now, he is already An elite disciple of the Nine Pin Zongmen.
Su Fan rode into the city, and the defenders didn't dare to stop him when they saw him wearing the costume of an elite disciple of Tailing City.
After entering the city, Su Fan bought some supplies for traveling on the street, and rushed to the designated meeting place.
At this time, outside a small inn called "Liangxiao" near the west gate of Tailing City, hundreds of monks with trumpeters and various weapons were gathered. Everyone of these monks exudes a not weak breath. One person is below the spirit master realm.
"Lou Shengzi, it's almost time, let's set off!" A middle-aged fat man in Chinese clothes walked out of the crowd. He was in his 40s and saw him walking near the Tailingzong disciples and facing a waist. Said the single-handed youth.
Among the more than 100 monks, more than 20 are disciples of Tai Lingzong, and the leader is this young man with a single sword.
This person's name is Lou Sifang, he is an intermediate saint son of Tailingzong, and his cultivation base is at the fourth level of Soul Lord.
The sage son of Tai Lingzong is divided into low level-intermediate level-high level, each level corresponds to three levels of the soul.
Lou Sifang glanced at the fat man, and said without a smile: "What's the hurry, we still have a junior fellow who hasn't come!"
The middle-aged fat man looked stagnant, and Lou Sifang was very unaccustomed to speaking upright, but Lou Sifang was the highest cultivation among this group of people, and there was nothing he could do if he was not used to it.
"Understood, then wait a moment!" The middle-aged fat man nodded and said politely.
The middle-aged fat man retreated into the crowd, and the other monks recruited by him surrounded him and asked:
"Mr. Mu, when can we leave?"
"Yeah, Mr. Mu, let's go early. The road to Huolun country is not close. You can't take a soul boat between neighboring countries."
"Yes, the weather is just right now, we will get on the road earlier and save some time!"
Hearing everyone talking babbledly, the middle-aged fat man gave a wry smile: "Everyone, it's not that I don't want to leave. There is really a high disciple of Tai Lingzong who has not come yet, so please wait a moment."
The middle-aged fat man's voice fell, and the noisy surroundings suddenly stopped. The casual cultivators looked at each other and dispersed.
In the Kingdom of Tianlin, Tailingzong is a big mountain, and no one wants to offend.
"Mu Huai!"
At this moment, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy walked out of the Mu family's team. This boy had a handsome face, a jade crown, a thin physique, and an unruly look in his expression.
"I have seen it, Master Mu Jun!" Middle-aged fat Mu Huai hurriedly said Xing Li.
"Okay, don't salute, I'll ask you, has the surname Su come!" Mu Jun waved his hand, looked at the crowd around him, and asked in a low voice.
A sly look flashed in Mu Huai's eyes, and he whispered, "I didn't see the young man in the portrait. I just asked Lou Shengzi, Lou Shengzi said that there is still someone not here!"
"Yeah!" Mu Jun narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: "The one who didn't come must be Su Fan!"
"We just waited here and waited until Su Fan never set off!"
"Yes, Master Mu Jun!"
It didn't take long for a sound of horseshoes to come from a distance. The monks looked up and saw a young man wearing the costume of an elite disciple of Tai Lingzong riding his horse.
"That is... an elite disciple of the Tai Lingzong!"
"Could it be that the person we are waiting for is just an elite disciple!"
"Grass, I thought it was a great person, it turned out to be just a low-level soul warrior!"
The people who were seen by the casual practitioners around him were only an elite disciple, and his heart was slandered, his face was extremely ugly.
Su Fan rode to the assembly place and found that many people had already arrived here. What made him strange is that some of the strangers looked at him with sullen expressions, daring to speak.
"Junior Brother Su, you are really slow to come!" At this moment, the Saint Child Building Quartet on the side walked out of the group of disciples and said enthusiastically.