Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qingyang does not have this problem. He has the space of the Drunken Immortal Gourd. He can transplant the purple-striped fruit into the Drunken Immortal Gourd and wait until the fruit is fully ripe before picking it. Anyway, he is still far from the ninth level of Qi Refining. When the purple-striped fruit is ripe, it may be just right for him.

A ripe purple-striped fruit is worth about 300 spirit stones. Even if five unripe purple-striped fruits are worth one, the value is not low. I didn't expect that this small depression would have such a harvest. It's worth the four or five days I spent here.

It's just a little regretful. After this thing is transplanted into my Drunken Immortal Gourd space, it is not convenient for people to see it. It's not easy to show it to others when I go out. This purple-striped fruit cannot be counted as the result of my trial, which will affect Qingfeng Hall.

After observing for a long time and getting familiar with the transplanting steps, Qingyang bent down and was about to dig up the purple-striped fruit when he suddenly heard a noise from behind. Before he could turn around, he heard a rough voice laughing, "Hahahaha... It's better to come early than to come early. I didn't expect that there is a purple-striped fruit, one of the main materials for refining foundation-building pills, here. We are going to be rich this time."

Another shrill voice said, "It's a pity that this purple-striped fruit is not yet ripe. If it is picked now, the medicinal power will be greatly lost. The value of these five fruits combined is not as good as a ripe fruit. It would be better if its age could be 20 to 30 years higher."

It was really unlucky to meet outsiders at such a critical moment. Qingyang turned around quickly and saw two cultivators walking towards this side along the road that Qingyang had opened before. On the left was a sturdy man, and on the right was a beardless man.

The cultivation of both of them was the fifth level of Qi Refining. Judging from the clothes they wore, they seemed to be disciples of an unknown small sect. The two men laughed and talked unscrupulously, and walked towards this side slowly, not taking Qingyang, who first discovered the purple-striped fruit, seriously.

Yes, how could two fifth-level Qi Refining cultivators care about the feelings of a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator? The sturdy man on the left continued: "It can't be cheap to others. This thing is worth two or three hundred spirit stones. That's good. There is no such thing as a good deal in the world?"

The beardless man on the right nodded and said: "That's true. In any case, this thing is ours. The kid in front has not escaped until now. It seems that he would rather die than give up money."

The sturdy man smiled and said: "People die for money and birds die for food. Since he would rather die than give up money, let's help him and let him lose both money and life. Judging from the boy's clothes, he seems to be a disciple of the Qingfeng Hall among the seven major immortal gates. He may have other good things on him."

"Yes, this kid has such a cultivation at such a young age, and he has great potential. It's a pity that he died in our hands." The beardless man shook his head and seemed to really feel sorry for Qingyang.

Listening to the two people's unscrupulous talk, as if Qingyang had become a fish on their chopping board, which could be dealt with at will, Qingyang was immediately amused and said: "It's really rare, you are so confident in robbing other things, are you sure you can eat me?" After hearing Qingyang's words, the sturdy man laughed and said: "Just relying on you, a small fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator, you can still escape from our palms? Anyone can take care of you." "Aren't you afraid that Qingfeng Palace will cause trouble for you in the future?" Qingyang said. The two men couldn't help but laugh at each other, as if Qingyang had told a big joke. After a long time, the beardless man said, "The Chaos Demon Valley is so big, there are so many people, and there are dangers everywhere. Anyone may have an accident. In the past, there were always one or two hundred people killed in the trial. How many people finally found the murderer? When we kill you, we will find a place to bury the things with identity marks on your body. Who will know that it was us who did it?"

Qingyang knows something. Since it is a trial, there will be casualties. All sects have a certain psychological preparation for this, and generally they will not ask for vengeance. Unless the person who was killed has a strong background, the forces behind him are extremely protective, and the murderer is caught with real evidence, and the elders of the sect cannot support him, there is a possibility of revenge.

Some cultivators may have a lot of extra things on their bodies when they leave after the trial, but it cannot be determined who has killed someone. Spirit stones, elixirs, and even common magic weapons have no clear markings, and it is difficult to tell whose is whose.

Moreover, the Chaos Demon Valley was the Blood Demon Sect’s resident before, and later became a battlefield where the righteous and evil sects fought. It was normal to pick up some magic tools and spiritual stones. As long as you prepare in advance, people outside have no way to investigate such a headless case.

Then the beardless man did not give Qingyang another chance, and said directly to the sturdy man: "If we can find this place, others may not be able to. Let’s go together and get rid of this kid first, and find a secluded place to distribute the purple-striped fruit."

After that, the beardless man waved his hand and sacrificed a pair of mandarin duck axes, which dispersed in the air, one stabbed Qingyang’s chest, and the other cut Qingyang’s back. Then the sturdy man was not to be outdone, and sacrificed a two-handed mace and smashed it on Qingyang’s head.

Qingyang had been prepared as early as when the two men appeared, but he was alone against two and was attacked by three magic weapons at the same time, and the opponent's cultivation was one level higher than his. Although he was prepared, Qingyang was still forced into a panic. If he didn't have a top-grade defensive magic weapon like the Lin Jia on him, he might have had a big cut on his back.

However, Qingyang was not helpless. While he was avoiding the opponent's attack, a group of alcohol-loving bees had been released by him and swarmed up to surround the sturdy man.

Three purple-backed alcoholic bees, equivalent to mid-level Qi Refining monks, and a large group of ordinary Alcoholic Bees were still very threatening to the fifth-level Qi Refining monks. The sturdy man no longer thought about attacking Qingyang, so he had to attack Qingyang. He retracted his maces and used all his strength to deal with the attack of the Alcoholic Bee.

The two-handed mace of the stout man is obviously a heavy magic weapon. The attack is mainly based on force and is slightly lacking in flexibility. The Alcoholic Bee is agile and mobile, and is extremely small. It is very difficult to hit them. . Even if it is hit by a two-handed mace, ordinary alcoholic bees may not be able to withstand it. Purple-backed alcoholic bees will only be injured, but not life-threatening.

It seemed that this was the first time for the stout man to face spiritual insects like Alcoholic Bees. He attacked several times in succession and found that it was difficult for him to hurt Alcoholic Bees. Instead, he was almost in danger several times. He gradually became more and more conservative in dealing with the bees. Soon, the two sides shifted their offensive and defensive positions, but the Alcoholic Bee gained the upper hand.