Beast

Among the piles of rocks, on a silvery horny plant half a foot tall, nine silver-scaled fruits and one golden-scaled fruit were faintly lingering with light, so faint that if it hadn't been for the darkening sky, it would have been impossible to detect it.

The bone-refining effects of the silver-scale fruit and the golden-scale fruit made Yang Qing's greed grow, and the thought of taking it as his own lingered in his mind. Although the four groups of more than twenty people were eyeing him, they still moved towards the chaos.

The pile of rocks moves.

As you get closer, you can see the silver-scaled fruit and golden-scaled fruit clearly. The wrinkled skin and slight fluorescence all confirm its identity.

Yang Qing's expression was filled with excitement, but his heart was nervous. As he approached the pile of rocks, the eyes of more than 20 people became sharper and their expressions became darker.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

When Yang Qing slowly approached the heap of rubble, one person from each of the four groups stirred up his true energy, and the imperial weapon came at him.

Yang Qing had a cold face and couldn't stop, so he turned over his hand and took out Wulie's long stick.

"Click, click, click"

As the light from the four various magical weapons circulated, they struck the ground, their energy bursting out, and rocks flying.

The place he attacked was a foot in front of Yang Qing's feet.

"Crack!"

With a slight anger in his heart, Wulie's long stick turned into black shadows and beat the small rocks flying around him into pieces.

The other party's move was a warning. If he stepped within a hundred feet of the rubble pile, these four groups, more than twenty people, would join forces to kill him.

These four groups of monks all found out about the Silver Scale Fruit and the Golden Scale Fruit. When they arrived, they were sorted in order, and their strength was not very different. Fighting before the rare treasure matured would not solve the problem. On the contrary, due to the true essence,

Violent fluctuations and the sound of the attack attracted more coveters.

In the event of a fight, no one can guarantee that they will not accidentally destroy the immature silver-scale fruit or golden-scale fruit. Then, all parties will be damaged and no one will be able to obtain the rare treasure.

Under such circumstances, four groups of monks gathered together. Even if one group was stronger, they were worried that the other groups would join forces to resist and suffer heavy losses.

If there was only a silver-scale fruit, that would be enough. There would not be too many scruples, and there wouldn't be so many monks waiting here. But a golden-scale fruit can transform it. The golden-scale fruit can be transformed by spending some spiritual stones.

I purchased it because the chance of silver scale fruit mutating is very small.

If you pick hundreds of trees, you will be lucky to encounter one golden scale fruit.

The four groups of monks have their own thoughts and draw together each other, how to increase their power to snatch the rare treasures, and how to become the ultimate beneficiaries of the rare treasures. They can't help each other, but they don't allow others to intervene.

More than 20 people had this idea, and they couldn't help but tell the outside world unanimously. The small group of monks gathered by a few people could not intervene anymore, let alone a single monk like Yang Qing, and it seemed that he did not have a high level of cultivation.

If anyone dared to have evil thoughts about Silver Scale Fruit or Golden Scale Fruit, these twenty or so people would kill the stranger in front of them without any hesitation or scruple.

The reason for giving a warning first is that it is best to retreat when the situation is difficult, so as not to affect the whole body at once, or cause the loss of true energy and affect the subsequent fight for treasures.

"roll!"

Among the seven people sitting cross-legged on the rock, a middle-aged man shouted coldly, his tone full of threats.

The other monks glared angrily and were at war with each other. Once the other party dared to refute, they would kill him as quickly as possible.

Yang Qing was angry and filled with viciousness. His original excitement and nervousness had been deeply suppressed. He knew that a conflict would break out, but he didn't expect that the other four groups were so forced. They were not allowed to step into the pile of rocks within a hundred feet.

There are four groups of monks, more than 20 people, most of them are in the Purple Mansion realm, and only a few are in the Consciousness Sea realm. There will be a gap in strength between the Purple Mansion realm monks due to the stability of the Purple Mansion. If they fight like this, Yang Qing will definitely

There is no escape.

Although he has a gentle personality, he is not timid and weak. It is difficult for him to look good when the other party yells at him coldly.

With a cold expression on his face, he stepped back.

It is difficult to determine the exact maturity time of the Silver Scale Fruit and the Golden Scale Fruit. Yang Qing found a relatively flat stone platform on the mountain three hundred feet away from the pile of rocks and sat cross-legged.

He has to fight for such a treasure of bone refining no matter what. When it is mature, it is time for him to take action.

When night falls, the trees and mountains are no longer visible, the small animals return to their dens, and the birds return to their nests to rest.

The pile of rubble is about ten miles away in the northeast direction. The terrain bottoms out and is open, as if on a downhill road. The gaps between the mountains have increased and the soil has become loose. With one foot, you can leave a mark several inches deep. In the open space,

There are few trees on it.

Not far away, there is a lingering white mist. As we get closer, the mist becomes thicker and the soil changes from loose to muddy.

The 100-foot-wide mountain col formed by the mountains on both sides was filled with thick fog. The fog spread halfway up the mountain and was more than ten feet high. The fog extended along the mountain col for two to three hundred feet, until the mountain col became narrow, and the fog gradually became thinner.

There is no mountain breeze in this section of the mountain, as it is blocked by the surrounding mountains. Only on the downhill road, a few wisps of breeze occasionally blow by.

The mist at the edge floated slightly, and a stench like a rotting corpse came over. It made me nauseous, my forehead hurt, and my hands and feet were weak.

If you jump over this weird mountain col and walk another three to forty miles to the north, you will reach the most famous mountain in the Zhenlong Mountains, called Zhenlong Ridge.

Zhenlong Ridge stretches for three to four hundred miles. Except for the irregular and scattered edge areas in the Zhenlong Mountain Range, Zhenlong Ridge almost runs through the center of the Zhenlong Mountain Range. This also makes Zhenlong Ridge the place where the largest number of monks gather.

Whenever dozens of people gather together in one place, they can occupy a small area on Zhenlong Ridge. If there is a Dingling Realm monk, then hundreds of casual cultivators can be gathered immediately. Compared with ordinary small families, although their personnel strength is

The good and the bad are mixed, but they are not subject to too many constraints.

It can be said that the more you work, the more you gain, the less you work, the less you gain, and you can get a shelter. If you sincerely follow a powerful monk, the benefits are indispensable.

Shuangxiong Village is one of them. There are more than a hundred people inside. Except for a few babies who have just made a sound, most of them are in the Xiantian realm. They can only look after the house and the courtyard. There are only about 20 monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness realm.

The only monks in the village are ** people, and the leader of the first village is in the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm, and the leader of the second village is in the Zifu realm.

The monks in the Purple Mansion Realm can carry a giant tree more than ten feet long with enough real energy, so the residences in Shuangxiong Village are quite grand. At this moment, one of the many houses in Shuangxiong Village

In the two-story pavilion, more than ten people were talking.

"Boy, where did you take that bastard?" A middle-aged man's voice boomed, his voice dull and dissatisfied. If anyone was sitting next to him, it would definitely cause pain in the ears.

The speaker is forty or fifty years old, with slightly wrinkled bronze skin. His upper body is bare, and the muscles all over his body are bulging as if they are about to explode. They are as strong as bronze casts. His arms are as thick as an adult man's calf. He is asking questions on his left hand.

A thirty-seven or eight-year-old man.

This man is no one else. He is the Purple Mansion Realm monk who chased Yang Qing during the day. His name is Xiong Zhenbei, and the middle-aged man is his brother, his name is Xiong Zhennan. He is the leader and leader of the two Xiong strongholds.

The second village leader.

Xiong Zhenbei's heart suddenly jumped. On weekdays, he led his nephew to rob everywhere. Xiong Zhennan thought that he had delayed his son's cultivation, and today he was dissatisfied. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother, I'm leading him here."

Increase your knowledge, otherwise you will be bored by practicing all day long."

He said with a hint of treasure, "I met a body practitioner today. I wanted him to hand over his skills to show me, but I didn't want him to run away." Then he quickly pointed his eyes at the young man on the side.

The young man was obviously on the same side as Xiong Zhenbei, and he quickly said, "Dad, this time it's true."

When Xiong Zhennan heard about the body-building exercises, his dissatisfaction faded away and he stopped asking questions. Instead, he said angrily to a middle-aged man on his right, "Tell the second village leader about the situation."

The middle-aged man told the story with a serious expression. It turned out that within the sphere of influence of Shuangxiong Village, a group of more than ten monks suddenly came. At a glance, they were all above the Purple Mansion realm, and one of them was likely to have a certain destiny.

The spiritual realm cultivator is looking for something near the peaks near [***] Swamp.

The middle-aged man is a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm. He cannot get too close. He only dares to check from a distance and then return to report.

"Dingling Realm monk!" Xiong Zhenbei said in shock. There is a big difference in strength between Zifu Realm and Dingling Realm. Many monks have difficulty reaching Dingling Realm in their lifetime. There are only a few people in Luoji City, but within the power of Shuangxiong Village,

There might be a monk in the Dingling Realm who would have to surprise him.

"What are you looking for!" Xiong Zhenbei's eyes darted around, weighing the pros and cons.

"There must be some rare treasure to be like this. Even if there is not, the Dingling Realm monk's net worth must be rich." Xiong Zhenbei's eyes flashed and he said to himself.

"Bet on all the troops, I'm 70% sure, brother, let's do it," Xiong Zhenbei said excitedly.

Xiong Zhennan neither nodded nor denied, but said in a deep voice, "Have you gathered all the people?"

The middle-aged man on the right side replied respectfully, "There are still two Zifu realms and five Consciousness Sea realms who have not returned and have gone to who knows where."

"Huh! If you can't find anyone at the critical moment, the spirit stones will appear all the time," Xiong Zhenbei said angrily.

"Come down and be ready at any time." Xiong Zhennan's dull voice was filled with ferocity.

[***] Marsh is the mountain col shrouded in fog, and the fog is miasma. It was dark at this time, and among the peaks around [***] Marsh, there were more than ten people walking in the forest.

They were several hundred feet apart, searching for something quickly.

After the search on one side of the mountain was completed, everyone gathered together and shook their heads.

"Dad, even though there is the essence of Rehmannia glutinosa here, there is no precise place. Looking for a spiritual person of this level is nothing more than looking for a needle in a haystack." A handsome young man said dejectedly and tiredly.

This young man was the man who walked with the twin sisters in Qianbing Tower.

"It's common sense that it's hard to find. Once you refine the essence of Rehmannia glutinosa, your cultivation level will definitely improve. It's just around the corner to break through to the Dingling Realm. Your strength will also improve greatly. If you have the opportunity, you can even hope to reach the Realization Realm."

A middle-aged man wearing brocade clothes and with regular features said lovingly.

His tone changed slightly and he said with a hint of ridicule, "Otherwise, you can only marry one of the two girls, Wanyun and Wanxuan."

As soon as these words came out, several men on the side chuckled.

"Hey hey" the young man was a little embarrassed, but his frustration and exhaustion were completely gone.