While Ximen Zhuliu was busy setting up the spiritual energy shield, the young monk clearly felt that the power of the Spring and Autumn Pen was weakening.
"Who told you to offend my senior brother and actually want to steal the Dingyan Fruit that my senior brother likes?" The young monk sneered in his heart and said to himself, boy, just wait to be hunted down by the Five Lights Sect!
"Go back!" the young monk shouted and pushed hard with both hands. The top-grade magic weapon Spring and Autumn Brush was actually pushed and flew out!
Seeing this scene, Ximen Zhuliu was so frightened that his handsome face turned pale, and he was inexplicably horrified. The spiritual shield that he had just opened halfway stopped and stopped. Then, the spiritual energy came back and Ximen Zhuliu opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Is this the most powerful disciple of the Wuguang Sect? Yuwen Zhouyuan let out a "chi", he is simply terrible! If one of your magic weapons is ineffective, just change it quickly. Besides, even if the opponent is too strong and cannot beat you, you can still run away.
Well!
He injures himself before the other party attacks. This kind of fighting quality is so poor, just like if you give a sheep sharp teeth and claws, it won't dare to eat a wolf.
But no matter what, Yuwen Zhouyuan will never take the blame. Although Ximen Zhuliu is annoying, he can't watch him die.
At this moment, there was another movement on the field. When Ximen Zhuliu was being counterattacked by his own spiritual power, the little monk's eyes flashed with contempt, he strode forward, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of him!
"Bang!" Ximen Zhuliu's body was light and he was kicked backwards. The young monk stretched out his hand, pulled hard, and snatched Ximen Zhuliu's storage bag.
"The disciple of Patriarch Jiang Wuyan, nothing more than that!" The young monk snorted coldly, looked at the storage bag in his hand, and felt very happy.
The things in here are always valuable. Hehe, it’s so exciting today. I framed that kid, completed the task assigned to me by Master, and snatched such a valuable storage bag. Damn it, I’m rich!
"Ximen, I will keep your life for the time being. You can go." There was uncontrollable excitement on the young monk's face. At this moment, he just wanted to find an uninhabited place and quickly refine the storage bag.
Use your spiritual consciousness to check the harvest inside.
"Fellow Taoist, everything else in the bag can be given to you, but the ice-snow white bamboo was just taken by my master. If you take it, I can't explain it to my sect." Ximen Zhuliu sat crookedly on the ground, begging with a grimace.
If it's not ice and white bamboo, I won't snatch it! A sly smile appeared on the corner of the little monk's mouth, "Surname Ximen, sir, I am in a good mood to spare your life, but you bargained with me! I tell you that this is what my senior brother asked for.
If you want to get your things back, just ask your grandfather to find my senior brother!"
After the young monk finished speaking, he laughed and said to himself, boy, although I can't kill you, I have caused you a lot of trouble. Maybe you won't know who framed you until you die! Haha, boy, be a good person.
Damn it!
"Fellow Taoist, I admire you. Your frame-up is indeed a good strategy that kills two birds with one stone!" Suddenly, a white light flashed, and Yu Wen Zhouyuan appeared in the woods.
The young monk and Ximen Zhuliu were both startled by Yuwen Zhouyuan's sudden appearance, but the young monk calmed down quickly and said with a smile: "Brother, you came just in time, why don't you help me kill Ximen Zhuliu, and then
Let’s find a place to share the treasure with.”
This guy is a character, his thoughts move quickly enough, and he can lie without even blinking.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the panicked Ximen Zhuliu with a smile, then suddenly turned back and asked: "Little fellow Taoist, you keep calling me senior brother, but do you know my name? Who do you think I am?"
"You, you..." Wang Tianlin didn't know what Yuwen Zhouyuan's name was, and he was immediately speechless when asked.
"Say it, there will be rewards for speaking out!" Yuwen Zhouyuan walked towards the young monk step by step without taking the magic weapon. He was still smiling slightly, but the invisible and intangible murderous intent made the young monk feel cold in his heart.
"Senior brother, everyone knows the name, why bother saying it? I'll leave this to you, I'll go first!" Before the little monk made a move, he felt that he was no match for Yuwen Zhouyuan, so he rubbed oil on his soles and tried to escape.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy. Put down the storage bag!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Let it go as you say?" Wang Tianlin looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan sarcastically and thought to himself, there is no reason to take action when the thing in my hands is in my hands!
"Then don't blame me, Cheng Haifeng, for being rude!" Yuwen Zhouyuan shouted.
"Tch, if I can't beat you, I won't run away. Do you think I'm a loser named Ximen?" The boy laughed loudly, raised his hand and took out an earth escape talisman. Even if he couldn't frame the arrogant boy this time, he could grab it.
Storage bags were also given out. Just a section of snow-white bamboo is worth fifteen thousand spiritual stones!
Yuwen Zhouyuan watched the little monk activate the Earth Escape Talisman, but did not stop him. Ximen Zhuliu, who was squatting beside him, became anxious. He took a breath of spiritual energy and controlled the Spring and Autumn Brush to attack the little monk.
The young monk smiled. He had already seen the power of the Spring and Autumn Pen, and it was impossible for him to stay.
"Goodbye, everyone." The young monk waved to Yuwen Zhouyuan arrogantly and made a goodbye gesture.
But at this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan, who had been smiling lightly, finally moved. He just stretched out his right hand and then hooked his index finger.
Something incredible happened. Wang Tianlin's storage bag opened automatically. A white shadow wrapped Ximen Zhuliu's storage bag, and then, the white shadow flew up, taking Ximen Zhuliu's storage bag with it.
The bag flew into the palm of Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand.
The little monk's Earth Escape Talisman had been activated, and he couldn't stop. His figure swayed and disappeared into the air.
All that was left was a pair of eyes that looked astonished as if they couldn't believe it until they died.
Ximen Zhuliu was also stunned. He didn't know what it was. That thing could sneak into other people's storage bags and take out things! This was also scary. If this person named Cheng Haifeng wanted to steal someone's things,
, then who can guard against it?
That white shadow was the little white fox adopted by Yuwen Zhouyuan. It turned out that this little guy woke up when Yuwen Zhouyuan entered the woods, and sent messages to Yuwen Zhouyuan many times, saying that he wanted to help Yuwen Zhouyuan.
So before Yuwen Zhouyuan showed up, he let the guy out. Taking out Ximen Zhuliu's storage bag from the white fox, Yuwen Zhouyuan found that the white fox still had a lot of spirit stones left. It seemed that he had stolen it.
For the little monk, that guy failed to steal the chicken but lost the rice. Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Fellow Taoist Ximen, take it." Yuwen Zhouyuan threw the storage bag back to Ximen Zhuliu, feeling a little reluctant to part with it. Fifteen thousand spiritual stones of ice and snow and white bamboo! I really suffered a big loss.
Even Ximen Zhuliu couldn't believe that the boy who had fought so hard with him when bidding actually gave his storage bag back to him.
Ximen Zhuliu put his spiritual consciousness into his storage bag and found that the snow-white bamboo was still there. Thank God, otherwise he would have scolded his master to death when he returned.
But then Ximen Zhuliu became nervous again, why is this guy so nice to him? Does he have some shady request?
"What do you want to do?" Ximen Zhuliu quickly mobilized his Spring and Autumn Brush to block it in front of him.
"What do I want to do?" Alas, the world is deteriorating and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Good people really can't do anything these days.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan was annoyed and raised his hand to take out the silver light and let it fight with Chun Qiu Bi. Then Yu Wen Zhouyuan moved in front of Ximen Zhuliu and punched him.
"Damn it! If I didn't want to be framed, I would have robbed you today! I saved you and didn't even say thank you. I beat you to death for this rude thing!"
Ximen Zhuliu knelt on the ground and started to cry: "Master never beat me! Today, I was first robbed of the storage bag by the eighth level of Zhenqi, and then beaten severely by the Dzogchen of Zhenqi. It is really unreasonable.
Are the True Yuan cultivators so worthless? Woo hoo..."
"Go away, don't think that the core disciples of Wuguang Sect are any great, you are far behind." Yuwen Zhouyuan felt much better after beating Ximen Zhuliu, jumped on the silver light sword, and headed southwest of Bianzhou City
Fly away.
Like Ximen Zhuliu, Wang Tianlin was depressed to death today. What was originally a good plan to kill two birds with one stone failed, not only was the monk named Cheng Haifeng not framed by the master who wanted to follow him, but the storage bag was also robbed.
What depressed him the most was that even his own hundreds of spiritual stones were gone.
"Cheng Haifeng! You are so despicable!" Wang Tianlin roared to the sky.
Depressed, he was depressed. Since the matter was already like this, he had no choice but to forget it. Moreover, Cheng Haifeng did seem to have some strength. Wang Tianlin did not dare to trouble Cheng Haifeng anymore and took stock of the surrounding environment.
The Earth Escape Talisman was random and happened to teleport him to a cliff near the Bianhe River outside Bianzhou City.
Wang Tianlin jumped into the river with depression, washed himself, took out a set of clean clothes and put them on, then looked around and walked cautiously towards the place where he and his master lived in seclusion.
"Master, I'm back. The man you asked me to follow is called Cheng Haifeng. He is not a disciple of the Wuguang Sect..." As soon as Wang Tianlin returned, he couldn't wait to talk about today's situation.
An old man in green clothes came out of the room. This man was none other than one of the men wearing a cloak when Yu Wen Zhouyuan was at the auction house. This man's name was Sun Zhenjie, and he was a casual cultivator.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's arrogance made him pay attention to Yuwen Zhouyuan. Later, when he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's financial resources during the bidding, he became even more jealous, so he sent his disciple Wang Tianlin to follow Yuwen Zhouyuan.
He also told Wang Tianlin that if he could succeed, he would remove Yuwen Zhouyuan. Why were the master and the disciple so confident?
It turns out that the two masters and disciples are physical practitioners, that is, they have entered the Tao through body training. Although their cultivation level is not high, they are very strong and can leapfrog challenges. If they practice the body training to the extreme, they can even surpass two levels of challenges!
This old man in green is in the early stage of Zhenyuan, but his strength is indeed much stronger than that of the same level! So it is no wonder that the master and the disciple are so confident.
The old man in green clothes hurriedly asked: "Tianlin, please tell me what is going on."
Besides body refining, Sun Zhenjie is most obsessed with the art of weapon refining, so whenever he hears there is an auction, he will attend it to see what heavenly materials and earthly treasures can be used. If by chance, after someone else takes the photo, he will
Just kill people and steal treasures.
Sun Zhenjie had done a lot in killing people and seizing treasures, because there were not even a hundred but also eighty monks of the same level who died in the hands of their master and disciple while seizing the treasures.