After Mu Shan was defeated by Lu Qingshan and fled back in despair, he pretended to have nothing to do and inadvertently found another demon hunter.

"Brother, that guy is so naughty. I followed your instructions and went over to provoke him, trying to force him to take action. However, not only did he not reveal any of his true identity, but he also made me very embarrassed." Mu Shan followed him with a look of resentment.

The monk next to him whispered softly.

If any outsider heard the conversation between the two at this moment, they would be extremely surprised.

Because the monk whom Mu Shan calls his eldest brother is also a demon hunter, named Wu Xinyuan.

From the conversation between the two, it is obvious that the two have a deep relationship.

But before that, Wu Xinyuan and Mu Shan had always acted as strangers who had never met each other before.

Wu Xinyuan frowned when he heard this, and his eyes showed thinking.

Mu Shan gritted his teeth and said: "Brother, I know you are cautious in doing things, but how many kilograms can a little kid with yellow hair have?

This kid seems to be at least 17 or 18 in the past. He can reach the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining. I think highly of him. I am worried about what he will do. I really think he can make some waves!"

Mu Shan felt that he had lost face in front of Lu Qingshan. He hated Lu Qingshan so much in his heart that he wished he could peel off Lu Qingshan's skin and cramps right now. Seeing Wu Xinyuan's hesitant look, he quickly persuaded him.

After hearing what Mu Shan said, Wu Xinyuan thought about it carefully and felt that he might have been overly cautious.

Although monks have the art of keeping their appearance, they cannot judge their age by their appearance.

But that's for high-level monks.

As far as Qi Refining monks are concerned, their age is always how old they look.

How much weight can a young man who looks like he has no hair grow at all? Maybe he is just lucky enough to get a job to practice Qigong. He has the courage to go out and mess around with one or two levels of Qi refining.

These years of living on thin ice have made me seem a bit neurotic.

Wu Xinyuan laughed at himself in his heart.

"Brother, when are we going to take action?"

Wu Xinyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally decided: "Then let's do it tonight, so as not to have a long night with too many dreams."

In this day, he had already found out all the details.

There were eleven monks accompanying the Lin family. Except for Lin He, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, the others were all minor cultivators below the fifth level of Qi Refining.

There is also the eldest lady of the Lin family, Lin Yao, who has been in the carriage and has never come out.

Although Lin Yao has never appeared in front of others and is very mysterious, Wu Xinyuan still knows her age, she is eighteen years old.

At the age of eighteen, how high can one's cultivation be?

As for the demon hunters, there are ten people in total, eight of whom are our own.

The eight people all had at least the sixth level of Qi refining, and I, with the tenth level of Qi refining, was enough to crush the entire crowd.

Of the remaining two demon hunters, one had already found out clearly that he was at the fifth level of Qi Refining and was not worth mentioning. The remaining one was the young monk who didn't know the details.

The contrast in strength is so huge, and coupled with mental arithmetic and lack of care, I think I can easily win it with just my hands.

Wu Xinyuan was certain in his heart and felt that he was sure of victory.

...

Although in the eyes of monks, the difference between day and night is not big.

But Black Rhinoceros transports a whole truckload of ore, so he still needs to rest.

Lin Hezai carefully surveyed the terrain and chose a leeward slope with no traces of monsters living nearby as his camp.

It's called a camp, but it's just a circle of trucks.

Soon, under Lin He's instructions, monks from the Lin family held formation flags and set up warning formations around them.

Once a monster invades, the warning array will immediately send out a reminder.

After setting up the formation, the monks leaned against the truck and took a nap.

The roads chosen by the convoy are all roads that have been traveled by previous people. Even if there are monsters, they have been cleared away. Logically speaking, they should be very safe.

But if you hold on to this idea and act unscrupulously in the wilderness, such people will often die in an ugly way.

Low-level monsters do not have strong territorial awareness and tend to wander around for hunting food.

So even if a place was extremely safe yesterday, one or two monsters might appear today.

So this journey seems peaceful, but everyone is wary and always on guard against the slightest disturbance.

Not only the Black Rhinos need to rest, but actually the monks like them are mentally exhausted and need to rest too.

Wu Xinyuan took a bag of spiritual wine, walked up to Lin He, and greeted cheerfully: "Steward Lin, I have a pot of spiritual wine here, which has a refreshing effect. Would you like a sip, Steward Lin?"

With a smile on his face, Lin He waved his hand and said politely, "No, spiritual wine is not cheap. Fellow Taoist, you should keep it for yourself and enjoy it."

When facing unfamiliar monks, you should be on guard.

Lin He would not dare to drink this wine indiscriminately.

Wu Xinyuan didn't mind Lin He's polite refusal and turned around to leave.

At this time, Mu Shan came over from the side, slapped Wu Xinyuan on the back, and cursed in a loud voice: "You Wu Xinyuan, you are so boring, why do you only ask Manager Lin instead of us?

Why, are you looking down on us casual cultivators?"

Maybe the action was too sudden and shocked Wu Xinyuan.

The water bag in Wu Xinyuan's hand fell out of his hand and fell to the ground.

The spiritual wine in the water bag spilled out, and the aroma of wine overflowed.

Wu Xinyuan looked at the spirit wine spilled on the ground, feeling a little painful. He complained to Mu Shan, "This bag of spirit wine costs five yuan of first-grade spirit stones. Now it's great, it's all wasted."

Mushan quickly apologized.

Lin He sniffed the aroma of wine in the air, and said in surprise: "What kind of spiritual wine is this? The aroma is so mellow?"

A trace of malice flashed in Wu Xinyuan's eyes: "This wine is called Meng Po Tang. When the old man reaches the underworld, he can drink as much as he can!"

Lin He's expression suddenly changed when he heard this: "You..."

Wu Xinyuan chuckled: "It's too late to react now!"

After saying this, Lin He suddenly froze, and a bright green light flashed across his face.

[Green Radish Gu]: A first-grade Gu insect that exudes a strange aroma of wine that is difficult to hide.

Special effect: After parasitizing a monk, it can release pothos poison, making the parasitized monk unable to use spiritual power for a period of time.

Green radish Gu is a relatively powerful Gu insect among the first-grade Gu insects. The effect of forbidden spirits is tantamount to a sure kill for low-level monks who only have a few methods.

However, the shortcomings of this poison are also obvious. The green radish poison is born with a strong aroma of wine, so it is difficult to work unless it is under special circumstances.

As long as you are slightly prepared, poisonous poisonous poisons like the green radish poison, which are extremely fragile, will not be able to get close to the monks.

But Wu Xinyuan used the scent of the spirit wine to cover up the scent of the green radish poison itself, leaving Lin He unprepared and fell prey to the attack.

Wu Xinyuan is a Gu cultivator.
Chapter completed!