I traveled through time and space, and I exchanged my life for krypton

When they reached an uninhabited place, Wei Zhong stopped and looked back at the escape light behind him.

The few people stopped slowly. There were three people in total, all high-level Qi Refining monks. The three faces were somewhat familiar, and they seemed to be spiritual farmers of the Yan family.

"What do you mean by following me here?"

Wei Zhong was the first to speak out.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, and the leader said:

"Stop talking nonsense, Old Man Wei, hand over your storage bag. If it satisfies the brothers, I will spare your life."

Another person said:

"Fellow Daoist Lin, why bother talking nonsense with him? The brothers made him here, and the three of us will share the things equally. This old guy spent six to seven hundred spirit stones bidding at the auction, so he must be rich."

As a spiritual farmer of the Lin family, although he earns about a hundred spiritual stones from farming every year, his expenses are equally staggering. Pills, magic weapons, and spells are all huge expenses.

Therefore, ordinary spiritual farmers can only balance their income and expenses and do not have extra financial resources to improve themselves.

Originally, I became a spiritual farmer because my qualifications were mediocre and my path was hopeless.

Seeing Wei Zhong, the old fat sheep, leaving, he became even more evil-minded.

Wei Zhong sighed slightly:

"Does Nephew Yan Yuanxian think the same way?"

A figure walked out of the forest below and lifted his hood. It was Yan Yuan who had once asked Wei Zhong for advice on the Spiritual Rain Technique.

"Mr. Wei is indeed extraordinary. My nephew has been discovered even though he hid it so well."

He had a smile on his face and seemed to have decided on Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong shook his head. This superficial hiding method was far inferior to Gong Yangzi's:

"My good nephew did this, does Brother Yan know?"

Yan Yuan understood that he was talking about his uncle Yan Wenbo.

"I don't know. My nephew knows that Mr. Wei has a good relationship with his clan uncle, so he doesn't dare to tell him."

Wei Zhong felt a little regretful:

"My good nephew has a bright future, so why collude with these spiritual farmers to commit such a calamity?"

After Yan Yuan learned the Lingyu technique from his own hands, he stood out from the Yan family's side disciples and became the Yan family's spiritual disciple. It can be said that he broke away from the side line status and truly became the core member of the Yan family.

After hearing this, Yan Yuan's smile faded, showing a bit of ferocity.

"What's the use of a spiritual cultivator? It's not just to work for the disciples of the main line. I have worked hard to cultivate the elixir, why should I distribute it to the disciples of the main line just by the words of the elders, while I have to work hard to accumulate contributions? exchange."

Seeing his angry expression, Wei Zhong immediately understood that he had received less severe beatings. Born in a cultivating family, I don’t know how many Sheng San cultivators I have.

Now that I have entered the core, I see more privileged people and feel dissatisfied.

If you are dissatisfied, why bother making things difficult for me, an old man?

"Please also ask Mr. Wei to hand over his belongings so that my nephew can give Mr. Wei a dignified death."

‘Yeah, I didn’t even give you a way to survive when I came here. ’

"My good nephew doesn't think that he can control me by finding these three losers."

After hearing this, the three spiritual farmers all looked angry.

We are both spiritual farmers and high-level Qi refining monks. How noble are you?

"Brother Yan, don't worry, the three of us will take it down right now."

Wei Zhong shook his head, the black ball in his finger rotated, and he was instantly excited.

[Throwing Technique·Master (12%)]

In the past few years, although Wei Zhong has been busy practicing the "Health-nurturing Kung Fu", his practice of the techniques has not fallen behind.

The master-level flying throwing technique was even better than before. He only heard a sound of breaking through the air, and in an instant he was in front of the leading high-level Qi Refining monk, leaving him no time to use his defensive magic weapon.

The jade pendant beside his ear shattered, forming a jade-colored barrier in front of him.

There was a look of surprise on his face.

‘The casting speed is so fast, it’s a waste of my life-saving magic weapon. ’

‘It turned out to be a passively triggered defensive weapon. ’

There was nothing unusual about Wei Zhong's face. The black ball made a small hole out of it as if it had hit an eggshell, and then flew towards his head with unabated force.

His face was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that his defense was broken in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, a stone was smashed into tofu, and his head was smashed to pieces.

The master-level flying technique is not only limited to penetration, but also has the effect of detonating spiritual power after hitting the target, adding a bit of damage.

"Brother Lin!"

Before the three of them could react to this change, Wei Zhong moved and turned into a white cloud, and in the blink of an eye he was behind the other person.

[Soaring Cloud Technique·Master (31%)]

The magic sword was already lifted in his hand, and the golden light on it was dazzling.

[Geng Swordsmanship·Mastery (45%)]

Geng's swordsmanship was added to the first-level middle-grade magic weapon, and it immediately exerted the power of a high-grade magic weapon of the next level.

With a stabbing sound, it had already penetrated into the second man's robe.

The cloud patterns on the blue robe turned out to be a first-order middle-grade robe, and its theoretical value was no less than a first-order high-grade magical weapon.

However, Gengjin was unable to stop it, and the magic sword created a hand-width gap in his robe and pierced his side.

The sword energy spurted out, seriously injuring one person.

As soon as the clouds rose and dispersed, Wei Zhong had already killed one person and seriously injured one of them.

The last spiritual farmer and Yan Yuan who was in the middle stage of Qi refining were left behind.

The two looked horrified and did not dare to fight again.

Yan Yuan leaned down and escaped into the forest below, leaving a lingering voice: "Please also ask Fellow Daoist Ke to be my queen. I will definitely take good care of Fellow Daoist's family."

The spiritual farmer was left alone, his complexion one green and one white.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a rattle.

"Boom!"

As if a child's voice had reached his ears, Wei Zhong paused slightly, and a golden light flashed in his mind.

‘It turns out to be a magic weapon that affects the soul. ’

Wei Zhong's face was filled with joy, and his hands were not busy at all, using the Flying Throwing Technique.

Seeing that he was not affected by the magic weapon and performed the familiar spell-casting action, this person immediately felt that his life was at risk.

"Crack!"

Another headless corpse fell.

Wei Zhong left a cloud of mist behind again, ignored the seriously injured person, and flew into the forest, holding a large number of fragments of the magic weapon in his hand.

Flying Throwing Technique: Continuous Fire.

An unknown number of trees in the forest were affected by the spell, and fell one after another.

Then Wei Zhong fell downwards.

Yan Yuan was seen lying between the trees, one of his arms was missing, and his legs were all bloody.

The only remaining arm was working hard to move a black shield half a man's height. Seeing Wei Zhong's arrival, his face looked miserable.

Then he remembered something again, tears burst from his eyes, and he burst into tears.

"Uncle Wei, I'm sorry. My nephew was temporarily blinded by lard. I hope Uncle Wei will spare my life for Uncle Yan's sake. Please..."

Before he could finish speaking, a whirlwind of spiritual energy was set off in Wei Zhong's hand, and a stone drilled into his brain.

Then a burst of flame reduced it to ashes.

Picking up his storage bag, Wei Zhong lifted up the clouds and returned again.

Two headless corpses lay on the ground, and a parrot was confronting a person. Several wind blades were triggered from time to time between its wings, preventing it from escaping.

Wei Zhong used a magic spell and the last person died.

Jiucai flew to Wei Zhong's shoulder and tilted his head to look at Wei Zhong's old face.

Wei Zhong took out a red pill, popped it into his mouth, and murmured:

"It's not like I raised you in vain."

Then he packed up all the loot, cleaned up the place, and left.