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The Phoenix Valley was shrouded in torrential rain and thunder.

A ring was set up on the square outside the main hall of Zongmen, surrounded by lamps and candles, and young monks in different clothes were braving the heavy rain to learn skills.

However, the deadline has not yet come, and the competition has not yet started. Those who compete in the arena are all young disciples who have strength but do not meet the conditions.

There were seats set up around the square, but it was not possible to build a canopy in a short time. Thousands of monks in the square mostly watched with oil-paper umbrellas. Only the elders of various sects took their seats under the eaves of the main hall.

Wu Qingwan was the head of the Pill Room, so on such occasions, it would be difficult for her to go back to clean up by herself, but she did not have any interest in being courteous. She just sat on the sidelines and watched the competition on the ring.

The disciples who dared to perform on stage were somewhat capable; the onlookers applauded from time to time, or made comments.

Wu Qingwan, as a practitioner of the Great Dan Dynasty, was naturally immersed in it, secretly analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the disciples on stage, but the cluttered voices off the court always interfered with her thoughts, especially a pair of nonsense young and old:

"Old Lu, is this just called Huaquan embroidered legs?"

"Ah."

"I look like that too"

The disciples who took the stage were already outstanding juniors from various sects. Many people, Wu Qingwan, nodded secretly when they looked at them. When they heard this kind of comment, they wanted to say, "You can go up?", but as the head of the sect , she had to keep her temper, she could only pretend that she didn't hear it.

But the following two people who don't know how high the sky is, continue to talk nonsense endlessly:

"Who of these people is the most powerful?"

"It's about the same."

"I also think that it's far worse than me. By the way, how can a practitioner distinguish the level of others?"

"If your opponent doesn't show up, you can't usually see it. If you want to take precautions, you can only start from the outside. Generally speaking, the opponent's younger, the higher the talent; the older, the more demonic the sword skills," The two people also respond differently.”

"Oh, what's the meaning of that?"

"A person with extraordinary talent must have a sword like fire and domineering, and he must prevent being killed by the opponent's surprise attack; an experienced person, his sword is like a shadow, unpredictable, and he must avoid being found out when he fights with him."

"Which one do I belong to?"

"The sword is like a mad dog, unpredictable and domineering."

"good eyesight!"

Wu Qingwan leaned against the armrest of the chair and covered her small mouth with her palm, which was obviously very uncomfortable. She wanted to concentrate on watching the ring, but it was obviously not interesting to listen to the cross talk, and her thoughts were slowly being led astray.

I don't know how long I have been listening to this, the sky is completely dark, and today's competition is about to end, suddenly there are footsteps behind, and a slightly anxious voice:

"Master."

Wu Qingwan looked back, but saw the disciple Xiaohua running over from the side corridor, holding a bird for communication in her hand, walked to the front and whispered:

"Brother Zuo leads a team to patrol the mountain, it looks like a fierce beast encountered in Xiongxiazi Ridge."

Wu Qingwan's expression suddenly changed, and she hurriedly got up and walked towards the beast pen at the rear of the Phoenix Valley.

Around the arena, Zuo Yunting was enthusiastically commenting on the disciples on the stage. After talking for a long time, no one was answering. He turned his head and looked at him, but he saw Lao Lu, who was still beside him, disappeared without a trace, and ran away without a trace. where to go.

"Hey? You don't even say hello when you go to the latrine, fellow Taoist, is the immortal going to the latrine?"

"I didn't become a fairy, how do I know. But it shouldn't be necessary, otherwise, when I think of the fairy above the nine heavens, I have to"

"What's the use of an immortal having a butt?"

"You have a brain, it's not the same as it is."

"Fellow Daoist, be polite, do you know who my master is?"

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The sky was pitch black as ink, and there were no fingers in the rainforest.

In the clear water pool, Zuo Lingquan lay flat at the bottom of the pool, holding his breath, watching the movement above the water.

The water between the five elements is rich in the rivers and lakes. As long as he keeps refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Zuo Lingquan can't be suffocated to death. He was hydrophilic, his body couldn't make ends meet, his face gradually turned red, and he couldn't hold back.

Half an hour had passed, and the five fingers could not be seen outside the pool, and no sound could be heard in the water. Zuo Lingquan waited quietly until an electric light lit up to illuminate the earth, and after the man-eating bee guarding the corpse on the surface of the pool disappeared, he suddenly got up and rushed. out of the pool.

wow-

The water splashed in the rain curtain, and the moment the thunder light disappeared, Zuo Lingquan rose to the sky, his eyes quickly swept across the surrounding rainforest—the surroundings were dead silent, the man-eating bees disappeared, and there was no other movement except for a few corpses on the ground.

Determined that there is no danger, Zuo Lingquan fell to the ground, staggered unsteadily, and sat down directly.

He lowered his head and looked at his body - he had just fought, his robes were already in tatters, and although the silt was washed away in the pool, the bruises on the flesh were all revealed, and it was obvious that he could see the aftermath of the lightning strike. , the distorted texture of the skin surface.

Zuo Lingquan received a shield blow in the middle of his back, and he was injured internally, and was struck by lightning. damage.At this time, he was calm, and Zuo Lingquan only felt tingling and burning all over his body, as if he had been peeled off.

wow-

Soon, the sound of water came from behind again, and Wang Rui climbed out of the pool and lay directly on the ground.

Wang Rui felt a little unbelievable for the rest of his life after the catastrophe. Seeing Zuo Lingquan sitting next to him, he panted and said:

"Senior Brother Zuo Zuo, you are so powerful, I never thought I would come out alive today."

"Don't be too happy, run one, and you will die if you move in to rescue soldiers."

Zuo Lingquan rested for a while, fearing that the enemy would turn back, he did not dare to stay any longer, propped up his body with his sword, and walked out:

"Pack up and get out of here first."

Wang Rui also felt that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so he quickly got up and helped to clean up the objects on the ground.

Man-eating bees crossed the border like locusts, and there was no living thing left around the pool where they had just fought.

Zuo Lingquan looked down at the corpse. Under the black cloak, except for the clothes and fabrics, there were only bones and hair left, not even a bit of meat residue.

Although they chased and fought each other for a long time, Zuo Lingquan didn't know the identities of these people, and only heard a few names vaguely. As for the faces, except for the wandering warlock with white beard and hair, no one else could see clearly.

Unable to figure out the details for the time being, Zuo Lingquan didn't dare to stay for a long time.

After fighting just now, even the last earth-shattering Lei Fa left Zuo Lingquan's impression, not as deep as this bronze mirror.

He now always understands why Jiang Yi is so angry after calculating Jiang Yi.

Because it's really annoying.

The shameless old man just now, "Look here" and a flash, Zuo Lingquan was so angry that he wanted to kill his mother.

But qi returns to qi, as he said to Jiang Yi, being overcast can only say that he is not good enough, and he can't scold his opponent for being shameless.

At this time, he managed to kill his opponent with great difficulty, and with Zuo Lingquan's behavior style, such extremely insidious objects should naturally be treasured.

Zuo Lingquan picked up the bronze mirror and made sure it wasn't damaged, then wiped it carefully with his sleeve and wrapped it in a black cloak rag.

Zuo Lingquan didn't know if there was anything like a storage bag in this world, but the cultivators in the Qi refining period definitely didn't.

Therefore, even Ye Xiu can't carry all his family's belongings on his back, and usually only carry the necessities with him; as for where the family information is hidden, most immortal masters on the road are stored in the sect. pit.

Apart from the bronze mirror, this wandering alchemist had only three white jade baht and a few medicinal pills on his body. The clothes on his body also looked good. Zuo Lingquan deliberately decapitated his body and did not damage it. At this time, he also pulled the clothes off.

After touching a corpse, Zuo Lingquan picked up the talisman clip that had fallen on the ground.

The first time Zuo Lingquan used the worry-free talisman, he understood how useful the talisman was, worthy of the name 'Worry-free Talisman'.

He opened the talisman holder and glanced at it. There was a golden pen and a thick stack of no less than [-] talismans. Most of them were straw-yellow talisman paper. The badge is also a good thing to think about.

Zuo Lingquan picked up the talisman clip and put it away, because the clothes had been pierced, so he didn't pick up the tatters again, and went to touch a corpse again; although he was dizzy and uncomfortable, Zuo Lingquan felt really good when he touched it. I felt the thrill of 'killing and stealing treasures', and even the pain was relieved a little.

Wang Rui was by his side, so naturally he was not idle, and started to touch with Zuo Lingquan from the other end.Zuo Lingquan only touched objects related to his practice, and he didn't want worldly money. Wang Rui wanted to touch all the bones back, and he would touch them a second time after Zuo Lingquan finished touching them.

Although the two touched each other carefully, they moved very quickly due to the lack of time.

When I came down, in addition to what I just got, I also found thirteen white jade baht, a sword, a ruler, a number of medicinal herbs, and a few miscellaneous things that I can't name; the iron mace is a common thing, and the shield looks like It's a good thing, but unfortunately it was broken and I didn't take it.

After packing up the spoils, Zuo Lingquan was carrying a pile of objects and was about to leave. Wang Rui, who was still feeling the bones behind him, suddenly said:

"Senior Brother Zuo, I seem to have touched a treasure."

"Ok?"

Zuo Lingquan's body was very weak, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up; he walked to the front and looked down, but saw Wang Rui holding the stabbed robe of Master Fu, rubbing the sleeve robe:

"This place is thicker than other locations. It should be sewn on the interlayer. There must be good things in it."

Zuo Lingquan squatted down quickly and cut open his sleeves with his sword.The robe was extremely tough, and when he was not infuriated, he stabbed a small hole with all his strength. At this time, it took a long time to cut open the sleeve robe, revealing two pages of paper.

The paper is snow-white, if not too thin, it looks like jade, but there is no text on it. There is only an emblem in the corner of the paper, which looks like the logo of the sect.

All the sects in the south of Yuyaozhou can be traced back to the Nine Sects in the south, and the Nine Sects are alliances, so the formats of the items used by the major immortal sects are basically the same, and the Qi Yang Art of Qihuang Valley is this style.

Although Zuo Lingquan couldn't tell what it was, but through association, he could guess that it was something like kung fu, magic skills, pill recipes, runes, etc. The value of these objects has almost no upper limit, no matter how low it is, just look at the paper Quality, the above things are also more valuable than Qi Yang Jue.

Zuo Lingquan covered the rain, carefully put away the two white papers, and turned his head to touch all the corpses like Wang Rui, but unfortunately, he didn't find anything special this time.

After cleaning up the battlefield, the two did not dare to stay any longer, and quickly hid into the depths of the rainforest.

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The night rain was endless, and there were only five corpses left beside the water pool in the deep mountains and forests.

I don't know how much time passed, and Zuo Lingquan, who had gained a lot of money, had already gone far, and a "thunderbolt" suddenly sounded in the sky, illuminating the mess in the rainforest.

In the blink of an eye, there was an inexplicable figure wearing a hat next to the pool. It had just appeared, but it seemed to have been standing there.

Lao Lu walked past five corpses with his hands on his back, with a smile in his deep eyes; looking at his appearance, he should have remembered the scene of the first fight with someone-the process of fighting has long been forgotten, but after the fight When I touched the baby, I couldn't wait to turn the ground over and the excitement still lingers in my heart.

"Oh, it's really clean to the touch"

The scope of the fight was not large, Lao Lu just glanced at it, and then he had a panoramic view of the surrounding area, and his eyes finally stopped on Tu Yang's skeleton.

On the sternum and spine of the skeleton, there is a sword mark, although small, but very clear.

Old Lu didn't even need to explore the remaining spiritual energy to see who left it - because the sword marks are too regular, you can even see that there is only one side of the sword.

Lao Lu squatted down and stroked the sword marks on the bones with his fingers. After a long time, he sighed softly:

"If you have thousands of spells and myriad supernatural powers, I can do it with just one sword. Even if you want to teach a good sword, you don't have to teach it."