Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In front, seven or eight practitioners in green robes have also discovered this side.

They also restrained their breath and carefully probed here.

"I'm a cultivator who came to Qingmang Mountain to hunt. I don't know where you guys came from?"

There was a voice coming from the other side.

"So are we."

Zhao Pu pointed his finger at the huge monster that Lin Shen was carrying, and said loudly.

This monster's body, regardless of its flesh and bones, can be made of materials that can be refined.

The corpse of a cold wood ape, once cleaned up, can be worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, the people over there looked at each other, whispered a few words, and then walked over slowly.

They stood a few feet away vigilantly.

Han Muye glanced at a few people.

It is indeed a loose repair.

He has had a lot of dealings with loose cultivators recently, and at a glance he can tell who is a loose cultivator and who is a sect cultivator.

When sect practitioners look at people, they first look at clothing and body shape.

No matter the position or the bearing of standing there, sect practitioners have their own rules and some cooperation.

On the other hand, the scattered cultivator, no matter what he wears or stands in, has a bit of vigilance in his body.

This is the result of long experience.

At this time, Zhao Pu and the three of them were standing, Zhao Pu was in front, tall, and took the lead.

Han Muye was in the middle, his hands lowered.

And Lin Shen, who was carrying the monster, stood beside Han Muye for half a step, protecting him.

This kind of station is definitely not a loose cultivator.

Han Muye could understand it, and even more so the scattered cultivator on the opposite side.

"It turned out to be a fellow Daoist who came to hunt. It seems that the harvest was good." The old man in the lead of the fifty-year-old man swept his gaze, and when he saw the monster that Lin Shen was carrying, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said.

Neither side wanted to chat with the other side. The old man surnamed Zhu over there talked to Zhao Pu a little about what monsters he saw here, reminded him of the route, and led the team to cross carefully.

Neither side wants to cooperate with the other.

Those who walk in the wild with people they don't know are definitely not cultivators.

How could such a practitioner live so long?

"Everyone, our monsters will not change, I wonder if you are willing to take them away?"

When the group walked a few steps, Han Muye suddenly made a sound.

Hearing his words, the people over there turned around.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know how this Frost Wood Ape is going to come out?"

"We also came here to hunt, and we didn't bring any wealth with us." The old man surnamed Zhu cupped his hands and looked at Han Mu's wild road.

"You have picked Puming flowers, three Puming flowers."

Han Muye stretched out three fingers and added, "But it will take more than ten years."

The old man surnamed Zhu turned his head to look, then smiled and said, "It turns out that fellow Taoist is still a master of Dan Dao, and we picked Pu Minghua."

It is a courtesy if the master is not a master, but if they can perceive that they have taken the elixir, the other party must be a weak alchemist.

In the cultivation world, especially in the loose cultivator group, both Dan Xiu and Qi Xiu have a good reputation.

It's a synonym for big head.

Not bad for Lingshi, and it is generous.

Just like this transaction, the three spirit medicines that were only worth a hundred spirit stones were replaced by the corpse of a monster at the level of condensing energy.

Go back and deal with it properly, at least five hundred spirit stones can be exchanged for fur, flesh and bones.

Seeing Han Muye and the others walking away, the old man surnamed Zhu smiled and waved: "Go, let's go back to the station to rest. This time, I didn't expect this unexpected surprise."

The other people were all smiling, and the two carried the body of the monster away.

"Old Zhu, the direction they are going seems to be Yingchou Cliff?" A big man with a long bow turned his head and frowned: "The people who asked us yesterday also went to Yingchou Cliff, right?"

His words made the old man surnamed Zhu frown.

"Let's go, we won't go back to the station, we will leave Qingmang Mountain directly."

"Wait until all these outsiders have left and come back."

"I always feel that they are not ordinary practitioners."

As the old man surnamed Zhu spoke, he took the lead in turning around and led the crowd away quietly.

…

Han Muye and the others didn't care what the hunting loose cultivators thought, the three of them walked fast in the dense forest.

"This Pu Minghua is an important preparation for refining the eight-grade Suhedan."

"Suhe Dan is refined, how can it be worth three or five thousand spirit stones."

It's not unreasonable for alchemists and refiners to be generous.

If you have the energy and time to break down the price of the elixir, it is better to concoct alchemy, produce a high-quality elixir, and return several elixir.

"Senior Brother Han, I've heard about your alchemy method long ago."

Zhao Pu looked back at Han Muye, and grinned, "It is said that you have also funded a lot of true legends?"

"When I go to Fengshou Mountain, you must lend me a few good pills."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

It's just a hands-on effort.

Those who are in the sect borrowed the medicinal pills, and when they turned back to the sect, they had to pay double for merits and treasures such as spiritual stones and spiritual materials.

In this business, Han Muye made a lot of money.

As for the fallen disciples, that can only be regarded as a loss in investment.

Doing business is always risky.

"call-"

A voice came from the dense forest ahead, and a tyrannical aura rushed out.

Zhao Pu let out a low drink, and his body turned into a blue light and slammed into it.

"Boom—"

A gray light flashed, and a figure several meters long was broken into several pieces.

Han Muye and Lin Shen walked over and saw that the roots of the bowls were scattered on the ground.

"It's the wood demon."

Zhao Pu looked around, and then said solemnly: "This wood monster is the most difficult to deal with."

"And this kind of monster has a huge root system. I suspect that the mountains and forests in the radius are all within the scope of this monster."

In the cultivation world, it is not only all kinds of monsters that can cultivate into monsters, but there are also many plants and trees that can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn them into monsters.

Such monsters are no worse than those monsters.

Some have special talents and are even extremely difficult to deal with.

"Looks like Mujinlan turned into a demon?" Crouching down, Han Muye grabbed a stubbed wood and said with a smile.

"This magnolia branch will condense a kind of magnolia flower, hidden under the main root."

"A magnolia orchid is worth ten thousand spirit stones."

Ten thousand spirit stones.

For everyone in the sword pavilion, it is not a big number.

But this number, even Zhao Pu, who is in the situation, will be tempted.

"Really worth ten thousand spirit stones?"

He looked at Han Muye and rubbed his hands together.

"Really, I will only collect 10,000 spirit stones." Han Muye nodded.

"Haha, okay, then I'll pick this flower." Zhao Pu let out a long laugh, and the vigorous power of earth and stone suddenly appeared on his body.

He stood up and punched the rock in front of him.

"boom-"

In a radius of ten miles, the mountains, rocks and earth trembled.

A puff of earth began to vibrate.

The old man surnamed Zhu, who was dozens of miles away, and the others turned around, and then ran quickly without hesitation.

This kind of power, at least the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, cannot be provoked.

"Buzzing—"

Within a thousand feet in front of Zhao Pu, countless wooden roots with thick bowls danced around him.

He laughed and punched again, still hitting the soil in front of him.

"Boom—"

The roots of the mountains sprang out of the ground, entangled together, and shivered.

"Listen, I just want that flower, you give it to me."

"Otherwise, my fist is welcome."

Looking at the wooden roots stacked together like mountains, Zhao Pu's body was filled with the aura of the earth's veins, and he stepped forward step by step.

The trembling wooden roots kept retreating, and when Zhao Pu took ten steps, a slender wooden root held three green stamens and sent it to him.

The stamens scatter a faint aura, and a light fragrance emerges.

Only the peach-sized petals overlap, with a warm halo inside.

Zhao Pu grinned, took the stamen, turned around and walked in front of Han Muye.

"That's right, three hundred-year-old Mujinlan."

Han Muye smiled and carefully put the stamens into a jade box, then took out seven or eight high-grade spirit stones and handed them to Zhao Pu.

"A hundred-year-old Mujinlan is worth this price."

This was an unexpected joy, Zhao Pu's face was full of smiles, he touched his bald head, and took the spirit stone with both hands.

He turned around, looked at the wooden root that was slowly drilling into the rock and soil, and threw a spiritual stone over with a flick of his hand.

"It's not yours for nothing."

Mugen took the spirit stone, waved it a few times, and then slowly disappeared.

About half an hour after Han Muye and the others left the forest, a group of cultivators in black robes came quietly.

There were nine of these people in total. The leader of the team had an old face, but a tall and straight figure with a black sword hanging from his waist.

The other people are all young, their breaths are restrained, and they can still feel the surging power bursting and rolling.

The leader of the old man looked around, raised his hand, and a burst of spiritual light burst.

In the aura, the picture of Zhao Pu and Mugen fighting just now appeared.

"Two fists suppress the wood demon who has been practicing for hundreds of years. This guy's cultivation base is not bad."

"It's just normal, but it's just a civil engineer who has just entered the realm." Another young man pouted and said lightly: "Isn't this kind of cultivation abound in Zhongzhou?"

Zhongzhou.

"Just take Mu Jinlan, it seems that the person accompanying him is an alchemist."

"Returned a high-grade spirit stone, these three are sect practitioners."

The one who spoke was a female nun in a black robe and a hood.

"And these three sects are not bad in Western Xinjiang."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be willing to take out a high-grade spirit stone."

"There are few top-quality spirit stones in circulation in the Western Xinjiang, and high-grade spirit stones are already very valuable."

The female cultivator's words made everyone around him nod.

"Xijiang sects, it is said that the nine major factions are the strongest." A young man said with a smile: "I don't know if the so-called major sects here can have the strength of the overlord of a county in Zhongzhou?"

The faces of the others were also full of smiles.

The Western Border is just a barren land. If it wasn't for the Xuanyang Guard trial mission, how could they pass through the barriers of heaven and earth and come here?

"Don't underestimate anyone, and don't underestimate the land of the Four Regions." In front of him, the old man wearing a black robe with a black sword hanging from his waist sullenly spoke and said coldly.

His words made the faces of the people behind him straighten, and they hurriedly bowed their hands.

This supervising messenger in the Xuanyang Guard is the certifier of the success or failure of this mission, and the strong Xuanyang Guard who supports them.

No one dared not listen to his words.

"Let's go, the last place where the rebels disappeared was on the cliff ahead."

"Finding their relics proves that this rebel army has no possibility of inheritance. This is also the key to your trial mission this time."

After the old man finished speaking, he strode forward.

"My lord, what if, what if the inheritance of the rebel army is still there?" The black-clothed female cultivator followed a few steps and spoke in a low voice.

The black-robed old man took a step.

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