Weiyuanmen is an underground organization that is active in Donghua Mountain and the human race for many years, making a living by selling various rare mineral martial arts and magic tools.
Of course, this kind of sales are carried out in secret.
No one knows whether the leader of the Weiyuan Sect is a human or a monster. Instead, because of their good reputation and strong strength, they have become a node for secret exchanges between many sects and demon clans.
This time, the dividends collected by escorting Niujiazhai mine vein were escorted by Weiyuanmen.
The team is not big, there are only three people, one of whom is a demon clan with a beast head and human body, while the remaining two are foundation-building cultivators with a strong aura.
As long as this power is not too far away, it can basically rush across Donghua Mountain.
But now, it is just Niu Ba's escort.
The ore veins in the desert are extremely rich, and Mo Jiuxuan's share of six million spirit stones a year.
In order to express his gratitude to Mo Jiuxuan, the old patriarch specially selected 500 medium-grade spirit stones and gave them to Mo Jiuxuan.
Niu Meng was enlightened by the mysterious powerful man in the Purple Bamboo Forest and Zhuo Xiong. After returning to Niuji Mountain, she fell asleep. She was shrouded in a strange black demonic energy, and her breath rose rapidly.
The old patriarch was knowledgeable and could not guess who the mysterious powerful man was, but what is certain was that this matter was beneficial or harmless to Niu Meng.
Let it fall asleep.
The thick black sword was still on his back, and the Niu Ba was shrouded in black armor and was domineering. He exuded the aura of no one entering the body.
This armor is very valuable and was built with a lot of money.
When he was fighting with the owner of the tavern over the mine veins, he had not had time to wear it.
This time, in order to escort a huge amount of dividends, I specially put them on them so that I won’t be powerless when I encounter trouble.
The eyes hidden under the steel eye mask glanced at the guard leader who was flying silently in front of him, Liang Qizheng, a tenth-level foundation-building practice, and he was good at close combat.
Another monk is a sword cultivator who is good at using flying swords and attacking sharp sword cultivators.
The remaining demon clan is not in sight at present.
After hearing from Liang Qizheng, the demon clan is good at hiding his breath and proficient in assassination. He often launches fatal blows in unprepared places, and is invincible.
Niu Ba smiled, and his smile was as angry as a cow.
These three bodyguards spent a total of three thousand spirit stones to invite them.
In his plan, if there is danger, the three of them are targets. Whether they live or die depends on their own abilities.
As for myself, I spent money anyway, I had a clear conscience to escape.
But the reality is that even though there are extremely vicious thugs of random cultivators who are used to doing unsuccessful business, they have long since escaped far away when they saw three foundation-building monks with awesome aura on the surface.
Tai Sui's head is ripped from the mouth of the big insect, which is something that only fools will do.
The smooth progress of things was far beyond Niu Ba's imagination. As a result, when he arrived at Wuji Sect, he failed to meet a group of strong men and asked him to exercise his muscles.
The three bodyguards are naturally happy. The more employers are better than guards and pay more, the better.
After sending away three guards hired for a large sum of money, Niu Ba dared to take out the storage bag containing the huge amount of spirit stones and handed it to Mo Jiuxuan.
"Each of these storage bags is worth tens of thousands of spirit stones, and this time the distribution is enough for six million spirit stones. There are five hundred medium-grade spirit stones in this bag."
When he said it, he had a hint of teasing and showing off, "Brother Mo, you are now a rich man with millions of assets."
To be honest, when he heard a storage bag worth ten thousand spirit stones, Mo Jiuxuan's heartbeat slightly faster, and when the six million numbers were spoken out from Niu Ba, he felt that the blood in his body suddenly
It poured into the brain, and the temples jumped constantly.
With six million low-grade spirit stones, the entire Wuji Sect’s family is not that thick!
He seemed to be blinded by happiness!
Suddenly, Niu Ba slapped his forehead and said in surprise, "There are too many spirit stones, I'm in a hurry to rush forward and forgot about your daughter!"
Mo Jiuxuan didn't even guess his daughter, so he waved his hand generously, "It's okay, that girl will find something for herself."
...
Outside Donghua Mountain, on the top of Heimu Peak, this is the meeting place assigned by the master.
Bu Xinghuo and the other two were here for six days, and they had never seen a single ghost except for the mountain birds and beasts.
Mo Xiaoran stared at her bright black and white eyes and looked at her senior brother, "Senior Brother, are we being released from pigeons!"
"It seems...yes!"
Bu Xinghuo was helpless.
"Or why should we go back?"
Wei Qianfang already missed the sect.
...A moment of silence.
Mo Xiaoran scratched her head with her hands, looked east and west, and suddenly she smiled evilly.
"Senior brother, senior sister, it's so boring to go back like this. Why don't we go out and go for a walk?"
"This...is not good!"
Wei Qianfang was still a little afraid of her master, for fear of causing trouble outside to make her angry.
It’s not that she caused trouble herself, but that she was afraid that this young junior sister would cause trouble!
"What are you afraid of? Daddy dares to let us go, so we will let him go. He will not go back, so he will worry."
After the little girl finished speaking, she jumped back along the mountain road. Wei Qianfang and Bu Xinghuo looked at each other. Both of them felt helpless and followed her.
On the way back to Muhua City, I arrived at a remote place and heard someone begging for mercy.
Bu Xinghuo frowned and didn't want to meddle in other people's business. He had to change his path now. Unexpectedly, Mo Xiaoran's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had heard some interesting news.
In a blink of an eye, the person has turned into a black dot.
"Ah~ This little girl..."
Bu Xing was as big as a fight, so he hurriedly followed Wei Qianfang.
Deep in the woods, four young men were upside down on the ground, and a young woman knelt in front of a man in black with a mask. Behind the man in black were two men in black in the same outfit.
"Kill someone and take treasure?"
Mo Xiaoran looked at the people in the forest and made a final decision. He immediately jumped off the tree, pointed to the man in black in front of the woman, and read the words of heroism in his mind, "Broad day, bright world, you actually
If you dare to rob, you will be unlucky when you meet this heroine today."
Immediately pulled out the spear and stabbed the man in the chest.
The man in black began to be startled and when he found out that he was a girl, he couldn't help but take it lightly.
However, it was not until the spear suddenly arrived and the gun was like a dragon that he realized that this girl was extremely powerful.
A wonderful donkey rolled over and barely avoided it. The man stood up and hurriedly reached out to stop it.
"Well, let me explain."
When the other two men in black saw the girl in red with a strong aura and sharp marksmanship, they quickly drew their sword in their hands and acted as defensive.
How could he be a good person if he wears a black lace and a mask in broad daylight?
Who is good guy dressed like this during the day?
Mo Xiaoran did not give the other party a chance to make a quibble, held the gun body tightly with both hands, shook a dazzling gun flower, and pressed forward.
The man in black felt his eyes full of dazzling white light, and his body retreated suddenly. A ball of light danced in front of him, barely blocking the spear's stabbing.
With just a few additions of swords and spears, he felt that the gun was terrifying. The muscles of the palms holding the sword were broken and blood was flowing.
"What did this little girl grow up with? She is so strong?"
Seeing that the two men in black next to him were not good, they formed a siege from left to right, sharing a lot of pressure.
The young woman kneeling on the ground began to think that she was dead, but she knew that there was no way out and a powerful girl fell from the sky.
In a blink of an eye, the situation reversed.
The three men in black who were so powerful that they became the beating party. The little girl was exerting some force, and there were even a few more blood holes on the three men in black.
She shouted worriedly, "Be careful, these three thieves are cruel and ruthless, don't keep your hands."
Keep your hands?
Mo Xiaoran smiled in her heart, how could it be?
The red-clothed horse stepped forward, and the gun was horizontally placed in his chest. The half of the gun suddenly swept across the left. With a "bang", the gun body swept over the sword body of the man on the left.
The sword suddenly shattered, and the spear continued to exert force. It swept the sword and then bombarded the man in black's chest.
There was only a sound of sore teeth and bone cracks, and the man's chest and ribs broke like the sword body, and it was indented, and his whole body flew backwards.
The power of a shot is so fierce!
The other two screamed in surprise, "Junior brother, senior brother..."
Then he stopped retreating and attacked Mo Xiaoran with more fierce and desperate moves, and removed the exquisite sword technique, which was a desperate posture of opening and closing.
As a physical cultivation, what you are most afraid of is this fighting method of fighting with your life.
Their murderous intent was strong, and Mo Xiaoran was even more in a high spirit of fighting. The ground made a sound like thunder while trampling. The gun wind roared like a crack of silk. The spear and two long swords had a dozen confrontations in a short time.
After all, Mo Xiaoran was better at his skills. He swept away the two of them and then jumped up and slashed them hard with the momentum of his whereabouts.
The spear behind it is curved like a crescent moon, condensing a terrifying momentum. The guns are everywhere, and white lightning lingers.
"Stop~"
A loud roar resounded in the ears of the three people. The two men in black who were fighting for their lives were no match for Mo Xiaoran, and their spiritual power was consumed in the repeated battles.
At this moment, a white shadow flashed in front of them, and the two of them felt that their lower backs were being grabbed by external forces, barely freed from the confinement of the gun.
At this time, the spear hit the ground, and the mud splashed with the roar.
The place where the two of them were standing just now, a pit of several meters of earth was smashed by a long spear.
The two couldn't help but think that with their strength, can they block this shot?
If this shot fell on the two of them, what a tragic scene would it be?
In a panic, the girl in red disappeared in her hand and looked behind the two of them with complaint.
"Senior Brother Third, what do you mean?"
Bu Xinghuo saved the two names.
When the junior sister was fighting with the man in black, he saw that the man in black was quite familiar with his sword skills. After careful observation, he found that the other party was using the "Dragon Sword Technique" of the Cangyu Sword Sect.
He had seen Uncle Liu Buhui perform a few moves in the sect. Although his power is incomparable, his attitude is almost the same.
The only thing that is lacking is the majestic spiritual support and its own unique sword intent.
He only helped him when he was thinking about Liu Buhui. He didn't want to ruin Liu Buhui's friendship with his master, and he didn't want to make the sect and Cangyu Sword Sect a ferocious relationship.
If such a giant figure is torn apart, it is not something that the current Wuji Sect can bear.