Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight: Laying Down His Life
Qingyang does not have this problem. He has the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. He can transplant the purple-striped fruit into the Drunken Immortal Gourd and wait until the fruit is completely mature before picking it. Anyway, it is still early for him to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining.
When the purple-striped fruit matures, it might just be useful.
The value of a mature purple-striped fruit is about more than three hundred spirit stones. Even if five immature purple-striped fruits are worth one, the value is not low. Unexpectedly, this small depression has
With such a harvest, the four or five days I wasted here were not in vain.
It's just a small regret. After this thing is transplanted to my Drunken Immortal Gourd space, it will be inconvenient for others to see it. It is also difficult to show it to others when I go out. This purple-striped fruit cannot be counted as my test result.
, will affect Qingfeng Palace.
After observing for a long time, he became familiar with the steps of transplantation. Qingyang bent down and was about to dig up the purple-striped fruit when suddenly there was a sound from behind. Before he could turn around, he heard a rough voice laughing:
"Hahahaha... It's better to come early than to come by chance. I didn't expect that there is a purple-striped fruit here, one of the main materials for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill. We are going to be prosperous this time."
Another high-pitched voice said: "It's a pity that the purple-striped fruit has not matured yet. If you pick it now, the medicinal effect will be greatly lost. The value of these five fruits combined is not as good as one mature fruit. If its vintage can be higher,
It will be fine in twenty or thirty years."
It was really unlucky to meet an outsider at such a critical moment. Qingyang quickly turned around and saw two monks walking this way along the road Qingyang had opened before. On the left was a stout man, and on the right was a
A man with a beardless face.
Both of them were at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they seemed to be disciples of an unknown small sect. The two of them were talking and laughing unscrupulously, and slowly walked towards this side, trying to fool around.
Qingyang, the person who first discovered the purple-striped fruit, took it seriously.
Also, how could two fifth-level Qi-refining monks care about the feelings of a fourth-level Qi-refining monk? The stout man on the left continued: "That can't be an advantage to others. This thing is worth two to three hundred spiritual stones anyway.
That's good. How can there be anything good in the world?"
The beardless man on the right nodded and said, "That's true. No matter what, this thing belongs to us. The guy in front of us hasn't run away yet. It seems he is giving up his life rather than his wealth."
The sturdy man smiled and said: "People die for money and birds die for food. Since he gives up his life rather than his money, let's help him and make him lose both his life and property. Looking at this kid's clothes, he seems to be one of the Seven Immortals."
The Qingfeng Palace disciples in the sect may have other good things with them."
"Yes, this boy has such cultivation at such a young age and has great potential. It is a pity that he dies in our hands." The needless man shook his head and said, as if he really felt sorry for Qingyang.
Listening to the two people's unscrupulous talk, it was as if Qingyang had become a piece of fish on their chopping board and could be disposed of as they pleased. Qingyang immediately laughed in anger and said: "It's rare to see someone so confident in grabbing other things.
Have you two convinced me?"
After listening to Qingyang's words, the sturdy man smiled and said: "How can you, a small fourth-level Qi Refining monk, escape from our grasp? Just a random person can take care of you."
"Aren't you afraid that Qingfeng Palace will cause trouble for you in the future?" Qingyang said.
The two people couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, as if Qingyang had told a big joke. After a long time, the needless man said: "The Chaos Demon Valley is such a big place, and there are so many people. Danger is everywhere, and everyone has it."
There is a possibility of accidents. In any previous trial, one or two hundred people were not killed, but how many of them finally found the murderer? After we kill you, we will find a place to bury the things with identification marks on your body.
,who would know it was us?”
This Qingyang does know a little bit. Since it is a trial, there cannot be no casualties. Each sect has a certain degree of psychological preparation for this. Under normal circumstances, they will not look for trouble. Unless the person who is killed has a strong background and is behind the scenes.
The power is extremely defensive, the murderer was caught with real evidence, and the elders of the sect cannot support him, so he may be retaliated against.
Some monks may have a lot of extra things on them when they go out after the trial, but they cannot be sure that they have killed someone. Spiritual stones, elixirs, and even common magic weapons are not clearly marked.
I can't tell whose is whose.
Moreover, Chaos Demon Valley used to be the headquarters of the Blood Demon Sect, and later became a battlefield where the good and evil factions fought. It is normal to pick up some magic weapons and spirit stones. As long as you prepare in advance, like this headless koan, outside
People have no way of finding out.
Then the beardless man did not give Qingyang another chance and said directly to the sturdy man: "We can find this place, but others may not be able to. It will be a long night and a lot of dreams. Let's go together. Get rid of this kid first and find a secluded place."
Distribute purple-striped fruit.”
After finishing speaking, the beardless man waved his hand and held out a pair of mandarin ducks. They spread out in the air. One stabbed Qingyang's chest and the other cut Qingyang's back. Then the sturdy man was not to be outdone.
He took out a two-handed mace and hit Qingyang on the head.
As early as when these two people appeared, Qingyang was on guard, but he was one against two, and was attacked by three magic weapons at the same time, and the other party's cultivation level was one level higher than his, even though he was well prepared.
, Qingyang was still forced to scramble. If he hadn't been wearing a top-notch defensive weapon like Lin Lin Armor, he might have had a big gash on his back.
However, Qingyang was not helpless to fight back. While he was avoiding the opponent's attack, a group of alcohol-loving bees had already been released by him and swarmed up to surround the sturdy man.
Three purple-backed alcoholic bees, equivalent to middle-stage Qi Refining monks, and a large group of ordinary Alcoholic Bees were still very threatening to the fifth-level Qi Refining monks. The sturdy man no longer bothered to attack Qingyang, so he had to attack Qingyang.
He retracted his maces and used all his strength to deal with the attack of the alcoholic bees.
The two-handed mace of the stout man is obviously a heavy magic weapon. The attack is mainly based on force and is slightly lacking in flexibility. The Alcoholic Bee is agile and mobile, and is extremely small. It is very difficult to hit them.
. Even if it is hit by a two-handed mace, ordinary alcoholic bees may not be able to withstand it. Purple-backed alcoholic bees will only be injured, but not life-threatening.
It seemed that this was the first time for the stout man to face spiritual insects like the Alcoholic Bee. He attacked several times in succession and found that it was difficult for him to hurt the Alcoholic Bee. Instead, he was almost in danger several times. He gradually became more and more conservative.
Soon, the two sides shifted their offensive and defensive positions, but the Alcoholic Bee gained the upper hand.