Yang Feng had no special feelings about the judgment of the young woman in the fox mask. After all, what he believed was not the judgment of others, but his own strength.

The young woman from the fox mask glanced at everyone and said, "The mission goal is now very clear. I have been stationed here for three years. I will ask for it last time. If someone decides to withdraw now, it will be too late."

At this time, everyone's discussion became much lower, and most of them had already made up their minds to stay. After a small number of people hesitated for a while, they finally decided not to withdraw.

The young woman in the fox mask nodded, then turned around and asked the woman, "Since the island has already made arrangements, what do we need to do?"

The woman spoke, "The elders of the inner gate mainly arranged the defense of the island. As for the eight islands outside, there were some insufficient personnel stationed in the eight islands outside. Some of them were only one realm of the true immortal cultivators, and some were only one realm of the Mahayana realm of the immortal cultivators, so you need help guarding these islands."

Hearing this, everyone present changed their faces again.

Hu Shan saw the change of everyone's faces and asked in confusion: "Since there is not enough manpower, why not concentrate on the island and give up a few other islands. After the storm subsides, wouldn't it be better to take it back?"

The eight islands outside the island are obviously attacked earlier than the island, and naturally they are more dangerous. The Puppet Gate deliberately arranged them to go to the outer island, and this intention has to be doubted.

Yang Feng was not surprised by this. They were originally a group of mercenaries, so of course they had to be placed on the front line, otherwise a large amount of reward would not be so easy to get. Of course, the other party must have other purposes.

The woman explained: "To be honest, these eight islands are the most powerful line of defense among our sects. If they can hold on to it and not be broken, we will have the upper hand to a certain extent, so we need to strengthen our combat power to garrison. And if you are asked to control various formation mechanisms on the island, you may not be able to control it."

Everyone understood after hearing this, and it was indeed the reason.

The young woman with fox mask was silent for a moment and asked, "We have sixteen people in total. How do you plan to allocate them?"

The woman seemed to have planned and said, "There are only one island with two real immortal cultivators guarding the other seven islands. As for the specific arrangements, I will ask fellow Taoists to make the decision."

The young woman with fox mask thought for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, each of you two forms a team to station an island. Stay behind with me to station the island."

"yes!"

Everyone nodded without much hesitation.

Yang Feng nodded, but his heart moved.

The young woman with fox mask seemed to take great care of Song Yu, and she actually left him on the relatively safe island. Could it be that he knew Song Yu's true cultivation, or they knew him at all?

Thinking of this, Yang Feng looked at the young woman with a fox mask and suddenly had a bold guess in his heart.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Yang Feng's mind, and it was Hu Shan who sent a message.

"Fellow Daoist, we two join forces to station an island together. What do you think?"

"sure!"

Yang Feng had cooperated with Hu Shan before, so of course he knew his strength, so he agreed with a smile.

...

Half an hour later, everyone walked out of the hall one after another. In groups of two, led by an elder of a puppet gate, they flew up and flew towards the direction of the outer island.

Hu Shan walked over and looked at Yang Feng and said, "Fellow Daoist, let's go too!"

Yang Feng nodded without saying a word. The two of them flew southwest under the leadership of an old man.

After a while, Yang Feng and the other two flew over a circular island and landed below.

The round island is not large in size, with a radius of only a few hundred miles. Apart from a few short mountains and a small lake, there is not much vegetation on the island, which looks a bit deserted.

On those low mountains and lakes, you can also see some sparsely distributed vermilion buildings.

The surface of the central area of ​​the island looks a bit uneven, with grooves about meter wide distributed everywhere, connecting each other to form a complete pattern. In the middle, a white round tower stands, about a hundred meters high, and dense runes are also engraved on the outside.

The old man with white beard led Yang Feng and the others and soon arrived in front of the round tower.

There were about a hundred immortal cultivators around the round tower, divided into three teams, patrolling and guarding each other. When they saw the white-bearded old man, they stopped and saluted him.

At the entrance of the round tower, a translucent light curtain was lit, and there was also a restriction. After the white-bearded old man took out a puppet door token and flew out a white light, the restriction was removed by itself and three people were allowed to walk in.

After entering the round tower, Yang Feng realized that the space inside the tower was actually larger than it seemed from the outside.

The tower is hollow as a whole. On the walls around it, there are dozens of huge water drop-shaped runes engraved. Each rune is inlaid with a blue crystal spirit stone, which is of high quality or above.

All the lines on the wall connected downwards, leading to a half-person-high square stone platform in the center of the ground, with a plate of control array engraved on it, and a layer of soft white light was lit.

Around the stone platform, close to the wall, there were eight low stone platforms. On each of them was sitting cross-legged, a Mahayana cultivator, all of whom were in a state of closing their eyes and breathing, and were indifferent to the appearance of the three people here.

Next to the stone platform, there was a young man who looked like a woodcutter. He seemed to be a Mahayana cultivator. He was staring at the formation plate with his frown and seemed a little lost. He sensed that Yang Feng and others entered the tower, and then came back to his senses and asked, "Elder Chu, you are not responsible for guarding the forbidden area in the back mountain, why did you come here?"

"Elder Qi, these two fellow Taoists are the helpers invited by the deputy sect leader. They will stay here with you. I am ordered to bring them here." The white-bearded old man replied.

"knew."

The man who looked like a woodcutter nodded and said.

The old man with white beard said goodbye and left first.

"I'm here to say Qi Yan, I wonder what the two seniors are called?" The elder surnamed Qi bowed to Yang Feng and asked.

"Linjiu." Hu Shan pointed to the eyebrows of his mask and said.

"Jiao Fifteen." Yang Feng replied lightly.

His eyes had actually been looking at Elder Qi, who looked like a woodcutter, for a long time. He had always felt a little familiar in his heart, but it was not very obvious. He could not remember whether he had seen it before.

After a greeting, the three of them had no interest in chatting, so they heard Qi Yan say, "Two seniors, there are some temporary caves on the small lake on the island, and you can rest and settle down by yourself. During this stay, your activities on the island will not be subject to any restrictions, but you just need to be careful not to touch some restrictions. You still have to keep an eye on the person here, so you won't take them over."

When Yang Feng and the others heard this, they said goodbye, left the round tower, and went to the Xiaohu together.

For their own considerations, the caves they selected were slightly far apart, one on the west side of the small lake and the other on the east side of the small lake.

The trees on the east side are a little denser. A three-in-one courtyard with red walls and black tiles is located here. When Yang Feng came to the gate of the courtyard, he saw the gate engraved with runes, which were obviously also prohibited.

However, thinking that Qi Yan had said before that there would be no restrictions, he walked straight up the steps, raised his palm and pressed on the door.

Sure enough, the light on the door lit up and opened inward with a "creak".

When Yang Feng entered the courtyard, he saw that the furnishings inside were not much different from ordinary people, but in some subtle points, he could always find some small magic circle runes.

For example, under the stone table in the center of the courtyard, there is a small dust-cleaning array, which will be activated on its own every once in a while, which can absorb all the dead branches, leaves and mud and dust falling in the courtyard and clean them up.

In the hall, there were two servants, a man and a woman. They looked young, with delicate skin, red lips and white teeth, which were very pleasing. But Yang Feng could tell at a glance that they were just puppets, not living people.

Judging from the quality level, these two puppets are naturally not of high-end categories as attendants, but their production is indeed unique, which makes Yang Feng admire these ingenious thoughts after observing them.

Yang Feng has had considerable attainments in the art of puppets, but after all, they were all learned in the spiritual world. The puppets in the immortal world are very different from those in the spiritual world in terms of production materials and craftsmanship. He can take this opportunity to learn more.

After all, it is probably not enough to repair the Golden Bee Queen as before.

...

Time passed quickly, and two years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past two years, the Puppet Sect has been calm and no enemies have appeared. However, the entire sect still looks like it is facing a great enemy, and its defensive posture has not weakened at all. However, many people in the Wuchang Sect have changed their psychology.

Next to the lake, Yang Feng and Hu Shan walked side by side, walking along the path by the lake towards the peak next to them.

Hu Shan smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, there was no movement in the past two years, maybe this time the task will be completed easily."

Yang Feng looked up at the sky and smiled and said, "If you can spend the remaining time calmly, of course it would be the best."

In the past two years, Yang Feng has almost run the mountains and rivers of this small island, secretly found out all the formations and puppets hidden in each place, and carefully checked them several times.
Chapter completed!