Drunken Immortal Gourd

There is no Yuanying monk, which is good news for Qingyang. At the beginning of Baishou Lake, Qingyang was able to kill Shi Ruyu on the fifth floor of the Golden Core by himself. There were almost no opponents in the middle of the Golden Core. Wait until Qingyang recovers. After that, few people in the entire Fallen Ghost Yuan could pose a threat to him.

On the way from Tongcoan County to here, there are still a lot of dangers encountered. A month ago, a group of monsters came from somewhere, causing great trouble to the whole team. Half a month ago, during the night, the camp was attacked by an evil cultivator during the base-building period, and several guards were killed and injured. Fortunately, Qingteng's scattered people shot in time and drove away the attackers.

Let’s not talk about other minor situations. In short, the road is not very peaceful. Fortunately, the guards brought by the candidates are all selected elites. There are two more foundation building monks in the team. The road is fairly smooth. Except for the death and injury of seven or eight guards, all ten candidates were fine.

Two of Ma Xingchen's guards died. They were the one who lost the most among all the candidates. The old paper man had good luck and was not among the two. In fact, it is normal to have this loss. Who will make them the lowest cultivation base? Among the team of hundreds of people, only Ma Xingchen had an open vein monk here.

Fortunately, it is not far from Dry Tomb City here, and the ten-day journey will be here soon, and there should be no more danger. On this day, everyone rushed for another day. Even the Qi-refining monks were a little tired. Seeing the sky turned dark, everyone set up a temporary camp at the foot of a mountain.

In a tent on the edge of the camp, Qing Yang is meditating, refining, refining, and dispersing. In addition to him, there are old paper and two other guards. As for Ma Shi and Ma Xingchen, it is naturally impossible to live with them. When they came, there were eight guards. , Now there are only four people left, and the tent is quite spacious.

Unknowingly in the middle of the night, Qing Yang had half of the refining of the Hexin Sangang he was taking, and suddenly he heard a loud bang outside, and then heard two sounds of breaking through the sky. It seemed that someone flew into the sky, and at the same time he cried out: "Yes. Who, who would dare to attack my camp?"

The voice was from Qingteng. He was full of anger. It seems that the camp was attacked by someone just now, and the damage caused was not small. Qing Yang and others did not dare to neglect, so they hurriedly got out of the tent and looked at it. Situation, while meeting with Ma Xingchen, Ma Shi and others.

The entire camp is in a mess, and the guards are busy looking for the master. Qingteng Sanren and another foundation-building monk Shangguanping stand in the sky with the spirit weapon, but the images of the two are very embarrassed. Qingteng Sanren is better, Shangguanping With injuries on his body, it was obvious that he suffered a lot from the night attack just now.

These two people have the highest cultivation level in the entire team, and the night raiders attacked them as soon as they came. Obviously they figured out the situation here. The attack was very targeted, and there were dozens of them outside the camp. There seemed to be quite a few people in the village, but the night was too dark to be true, and they didn't know when the team was staring at them, but they didn't notice it at all.

Qingteng scattered people standing high in the sky, his thoughts wandering. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Dry Tomb City, and the task was about to be completed, he gradually relaxed his vigilance. He didn't expect someone to take advantage of this time to carry out a sneak attack. It's not that he reacted fast enough, he was injured just now, who ate the guts of the bear heart and leopard, and even dared to intercept their team here? Depending on the situation, there seems to be a large number of people, and I don't know if people like myself can handle it.

Qingteng was still thinking about it, and Shangguan had already shouted out loudly, saying: "Who is so bold and dares to attack the team of the primary election of the sons? Isn't it afraid of the immeasurable Lord to blame?"

"Huh, don't pull the tiger skin as a banner. The Immeasurable Lord blames it? Can his elderly take care of it? Even if you want to do it, you must have the life to file a complaint." A voice tens of meters away coldly snorted.

Seeing that the camp had been on guard, the group of people tens of meters away simply walked out of the darkness. At first, it was a gloomy man who built the fifth floor of the foundation. It was him who had just spoken. Around this person, there were two men in black, one on the left and one on the right. One built the four-story foundation, the other built the second-story foundation, and there were thirty people behind, all of whom were cultivated in the middle and late stages of Qi refining.

Seeing the cultivation base of this group of people, Qingteng Sanren’s heart suddenly sank. I am afraid that things are not easy to handle. The other side has one more foundation-building cultivator than here. The leading gloomy man still builds the foundation five floors, more than himself. The cultivation base is still high. Among the remaining people, although there are more people here, most of them are guards in the early stage of Qi refining, which is far worse than the middle and late stage of Qi refining on the opposite side.

The opponent is so strong, even if he fights his old life, he may not be able to win it. It seems that this time the mission will fail, but anyway, he can't escape without occupying it. Qingteng Sanren thought about countermeasures while saying: "Who are you? Why are you blocking the Shengzi primary selection team?"

The gloomy man on the other side sneered: "How can we leave you our real name when we came out to do this kind of thing? You think we are the bandits in the nearby Xiaoju Mountain Forest. I heard that there is a group of people from Tonggu County who came to the grave. Cheng participated in the primary election of the Son of the Son, so he came out to get some money to spend."

The four-story monk who built the foundation next to him said: "The people who can be selected to participate in the primary election of the Saint Child~www.wuxiaspot.com~ are definitely the direct descendants of each family. Good things are absolutely indispensable, boss, this time we are rich."

These are the bandits who gather in the mountains? Stop the Shengzi primaries from making some money? How does Qingteng Sanren look different? But this is the end of the matter, and it’s no use thinking about anything else. If you spend some spirit stones to solve the problem, Qingteng Sanren is still willing. After all, I came with a task. I must ensure that the team arrives in the city of Dry Tomb safely and damages myself too much. Can't afford to be guilty.

Qingteng Sanren decided to hold back this tone for the time being, saying: "Since you are asking for money, you can't make it hard. You say the number. If we can afford it, we will definitely find a way to get it for you. But you don't want a lion. It’s no good for anyone to open a big mouth and break the net."

Qingteng's words are both soft and hard, hoping that the other party will be merciful, but the other party will not eat this set at all. The leading monk laughed and said: "We bandits live a life of blood licking. When are we afraid? After the fish die and the net breaks? Just kill you all, and everything is ours. Isn't it what you want? Need to discuss it?"

After hearing the words of the leader monk, Qingteng Sanren was even more sure. This group of people are not bandits at all, but others pretending to be their lives. If this is the case, there is nothing to discuss. Let's play a game to see the situation.