Drunk Immortal Gourd

After using up four spiritual stones in succession, Qingyang replenished his inner Qi to 60% or 70%. He did not dare to use more spiritual stones, but took another pill to restore his Qi. Four spiritual stones were equal to his income from the Farming Courtyard for two or three months. Even Qingyang, who was wealthy, felt very distressed by such consumption.

His main purpose of using spiritual stones was to keep his inner Qi sufficient so as not to give potential enemies an opportunity to take advantage of him. As long as the Qi was not exhausted, there should be no problem.

Although the speed of pills to restore Qi was relatively slow, it was good that it lasted and could provide Qi continuously. An hour passed quickly, and Qingyang's Qi dropped to 20% or 30% again. However, another wave of cultivators had already entered the water outside the Blood River and would soon be able to take over from them. The mission had been completed and there was no need to consume Qi anymore.

The monks who just came down came from several sects. Qingyang did not dare to be careless, fearing that someone among them would suddenly attack when he was running low on true qi. However, until the two sides had replaced each other, no one had made a move. Qingyang could not help but feel a little confused. Could it be that he had misunderstood Wei Yufeng, and he had no intention of attacking him at all, but he was just suspicious?

However, this was a good thing for him. No one wanted someone to be secretly thinking about him. Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and followed everyone out of the blood river.

Although he had only been down for an hour, it felt like several days had passed. The days underwater were still too hard for low-level monks like them. After staying down for an hour, Qingyang felt a little tired physically and mentally. No wonder everyone agreed to limit it to one hour. This was almost the limit for a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

Qingyang returned to the team of other Qingfeng Temple disciples, said hello to everyone, and found a corner to rest while slowly recovering his true energy. After almost a day and a night, Qingyang felt tired and recovered to normal.

During this day, more than 20 trial disciples came from all over, but the number was getting smaller and smaller. It seemed that almost everyone who should know about this matter nearby had already known about it, and then there were those who were farther away. During this period, Wei Yufeng organized more than a dozen waves of trial disciples to enter the blood river to break the formation. Now there are only about 300 people on the shore, and at most they can be divided into 20 groups. It will take less than a day for Qingyang to go into the water again.

Everyone knows that in order to break the formation in the secret passage, everyone must work together, and it is impossible to succeed in a short time. The disciples present did not have any objections to Wei Yufeng's arrangement, and no one deliberately slacked off. Everything was in order. Those who took their turn took the initiative to go into the river. If it was not their turn, they would sit cross-legged on the shore to meditate and recover their true energy.

More than ten days passed quickly. During this period, Qingyang went down six more times. The formation outside the secret passage weakened every day, and now its power is less than 10% of the previous one. Seeing that the secret hall was about to be opened and the treasure would be obtained soon, everyone was all working hard, attacking more fiercely, consuming more energy faster, and changing groups almost every half an hour.

Qingyang estimated that according to the current strength, it would take at most half a day to completely break the formation. At that time, everyone could rush in together to find the treasure.

As time went by, the number of cultivators on the bank of the Blood River reached nearly 400, almost half of the number of remaining trial disciples. The competition would be more intense. Many people were making preparations in private, so that they could show their skills when the secret hall was opened.

The only thing that puzzled Qingyang was that Wei Yufeng had never done anything to him, which made Qingyang confused. Could it be that he had guessed wrong, and Wei Yufeng really had no ill will towards him? If so, why did he say those things before? Just to satisfy his desire? Or to consume his own resources? After seven dives, Qingyang had used more than twenty spiritual stones. Qingyang felt that this was impossible. He believed in his intuition.

Soon it was Qingyang's turn to dive again. This might be his last time, but Qingyang did not dare to be careless. When attacking the formation, he always had some spare strength. Not only did he take a pill to restore his true energy, but he also held a spiritual stone in his hand to replenish his spiritual power at any time.

Half an hour later, another group of monks came to replace him. Seeing that there was no accident, Qingyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, jumped out of the deep pit, and walked towards the river as usual.

This road has been waded by monks countless times. Even with his eyes closed, Qingyang can walk up. The blood river water around is red, and the visibility is particularly low. There is actually no difference between opening your eyes and closing your eyes. Observing the surroundings still depends on your mind.

As he was walking, suddenly, the surrounding water flow showed a slight fluctuation, and then a sharp blade stabbed towards Qingyang. Qingyang was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

When the water was low, because they were worried about the loss of their spiritual consciousness too quickly, each cultivator's spiritual consciousness only extended out to a range of two or three feet. For the cultivators, it was almost the same as being around them, which was not only conducive to the enemy's sneak attack, but also shortened the reaction time. Fortunately, Qingyang's spirit was always tense, and he reacted in time when he felt the changes in the surrounding water flow, so he was not stabbed by the sharp blade that suddenly appeared. However, before Qingyang's body stopped, two other sharp blades appeared behind him. It seemed that there was more than one enemy who attacked him. Qingyang did not dare to be careless at all, and quickly twisted his body and stopped his body with the help of the water.

With the enemy in front of him, it was not the time to consider the loss of spiritual energy. Qingyang immediately maximized his spiritual energy, covering an area of ​​more than ten feet around him. At this time, the people who attacked Qingyang also gathered around, and there were actually five people surrounded from the front, left, and right.

As expected by Qingyang, the leader was Wei Yufeng. Looking at Qingyang who was surrounded in the middle, Wei Yufeng said: "I didn't expect you to be quite cautious, and I didn't even win you over with such a plan."

Wei Yufeng didn't take action for a long time because he had a lot of calculations in it. What he said initially, but the scouts didn't take action for a long time, was to arouse Qingyang's vigilance and keep Qingyang tense. Consume Qingyang's potential. Qingyang is just a fourth-level Qi refining monk. If things go on like this, he will consume a lot of spiritual and material things. If Qingyang hadn't been rich and powerful, he would have been squeezed out by now.

Wei Yufeng felt that by this time, Qingyang's strength would be greatly reduced due to mental and material losses, and he would also relax because he had not encountered danger for a long time. It was a good time to take action.