Two or three minutes later, Ye Chengfeng stood in front of another ancient tree and shouted loudly: "I found it, there is also a mark here!"

When everyone heard this, they rushed over and saw the mark of the gold-touching talisman on the ancient tree.

Choi Xiuxiu touched the mark with her hand and said softly: "This mark has just been engraved not long ago."

"We have to follow these marks and look for them all the way, maybe we can really find the master!"

After finding the clue, Liu Biao was not tired, and immediately searched for the marks on the ancient tree.

Soon, they discovered the pattern.

Almost every few hundred meters, an ancient tree will be engraved with marks.

There is no doubt that Master Qin San carved these marks intently guiding them.

One mark after another was found by everyone.

Before they knew it, they had already entered the valley!

However, when we arrived here, the mark came to an abrupt end.

Moreover, the white fog around it became richer again.

A Peng reminded in a deep voice: "Be careful, these may not be ordinary white fog, but the miasma formed in the valley."

Everyone nodded, covering their mouths and noses.

Although both miasma and thick fog are foggy, the former is formed by the decay of a large number of animals and plants and animals, which is accumulated in low-lying places after a long period of time and has a certain toxicity.

The valley in front of you is the excellent terrain of the accumulation of miasma, so A Peng made a sound reminder.

Liu Biao said with a depressed look on his face: "Mr. Qin San spent so much effort to mark it, wouldn't he just want us to enter this valley to suck the miasma? Then I really thank him."
Chapter completed!