Immortal Space

Wang Hong threw a thousand pieces of the remaining spirit stones into the space. The area of ​​the space has increased by one tenth of its original size. It seems that 10,000 spirit stones are needed to increase the space by one point.

In the following days, Wang Hong devoted himself to training, and the five teams could earn him a sum of spirit stones every day.

Originally, there was not much profit in setting up a stall. After removing the cost, each stall had to pay two Lingshi stall fees to the management office every day.

However, Wang Hong had too many people and stalls, and there was no other cost to sell the space elixir.

Of course, Wang Hong did not have the habit of treating his subordinates badly. Each person was given two spirit stones a month, and each was given five dragon and tiger pills, which doubled for the team leader.

This is already several times the treatment of mortals in Qingxu Immortal City. What's more, there is such a pill as Dragon Tiger Pill to increase one's skill.

At dusk, Xu Lun and Zhang Chunfeng led sixteen people back from Qingxu City. In fact, there are many people living outside this city, and I often meet other pedestrians on the road.

"Brother Zhang, have you broken through to the Innate Realm martial artist?" Xu Lun asked.

"Well, I just broke through a few days ago, thanks to the merit of the elixir rewarded by the general. You should be fast too, right?" Zhang Chunfeng replied somewhat complacently.

"It's coming soon, and we should be able to break through after taking two or three pills. I don't know if we have spiritual roots. I will save some spiritual stones to test the spiritual roots. I heard that several companies can test the spiritual roots. You just need to spend some spirit stones." Having said that, his eyes lit up.

"Whether you have spiritual roots or not, let's practice martial arts well first."

"That's right, there are too few people with spiritual roots, lest the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

The two were chatting, but they didn't know that one was fat and the other was thin, and the two immortals followed far behind. These two are notorious gangsters in Qingxu City.

The two of them were not high in cultivation, they only had three or four levels of Qi training, and they wandered around Qingxu City, often looting outside Qingxu City to make a living.

Since there are too many people with higher cultivation levels than them, they never provoke them, and they never provoke those with backgrounds.

They set their targets on people whose cultivation base is worse than theirs, or on mortals. So the two of them are still living happily ever after.

"This group of mortals is definitely big fat sheep. I have been paying attention to it for several days, and the daily flow of water is more than one hundred spirit stones." The skinny man said a little excitedly,

"Hmph! Mere mortals are worthy of having so many spirit stones. After finishing this ticket, it will be enough for us brothers to be happy for a long time. When the time comes, be quick with your hands and feet, don't waste time." The fat man knew that this guy always He likes to torture people to death slowly, and seems to enjoy the pleasure of torturing people.

The thin man stuck out his tongue and licked his lips: "Fat brother, I have already found out about this group of mortals. Qingxu City, which only came three months ago, does not have any backers here. They come out."

"Anyway, you try to be as fast as possible, it's better to let people know less."

"..."

In the tent, Xu Lun and Zhang Chunfeng were reporting the accounts to Wang Hong, handing in the spirit stone and the elixir.

Suddenly Wang Hong's face changed, and the palm of his hand exuded a white light, facing Xu Lun, Zhang Chunfeng slapped it away.

The two didn't resist, and let the palm slap on their bodies.

With a "bang", the two were shot and flew out of the tent, and the two climbed up after landing, seemingly uninjured.

The two could only hear the sound of metal clashing from where they were standing. When he looked back, he saw that Wang Hong was already holding his five-hundred-jin stainless steel spear, confronting two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, as if facing a formidable enemy. The two Taoists each held a black short sword and pointed at Wang Hong.

Xu Lun and Zhang Chunfeng shouted loudly.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The skinny Taoist said: "You still want to resist at the first level of Qi training, I advise you to hand over all your things obediently, and kowtow to the uncle a few times, maybe you can save your life."

A monk at the first level of Qi training has low spiritual power and almost no fighting experience. He killed so much that it was as fun as killing an ant. So he likes to torture his opponent slowly every time, which can also add a little fun to his boring training life.

However, what Wang Hong replied was to shoot him in the chest, the spiritual power was poured into the spear, and the tip of the spear emitted a faint green glow. The skinny Taoist hurriedly raised his sword to block it.

With a "boom", the skinny Taoist felt a huge force coming from the gun, which made his fingers numb slightly. I wonder in my heart, is this kid born with supernatural power? He dared to fight back with this three-legged cat's ability, and he felt that his dignity had been challenged. He raised his sword and struck at Wang Hong.

Ordinary immortal cultivators, who majored in primordial spirit, were not much stronger than mortals during the Qi training period.

The two men fought together very quickly, and within a short while, all the soldiers under him had arrived, and surrounded the fat Taoist in a battle formation.

There are no fancy skills in the battle of the army, just straight spears. More than a dozen long spears emitted white brilliance at the same time, stabbing at the fat Taoist from all directions without any blind spots.

The fat Taoist slapped a small cloth bag on his waist, and a yellow paper flew out from it, with light waves flowing on it. He squeezed a spell with his fingers, and the yellow paper quickly fell on his body, forming a golden light curtain.

"A few mortals dare to waste a golden light talisman from Daoist Master. It's not worth killing you all." The fat Taoist was annoyed in his heart. It has to be used up.

In the past, when plundering mortals, they always obediently offered their belongings and kowtowed like garlic. These damned mortals dare to resist.

More than a dozen long spears pierced the light curtain, only piercing into deep pits on it, and as the long spears were withdrawn, they quickly bounced back to their original state. It's just that the color of the light curtain is much dimmer.

Just after the first wave of attacks ended, the second wave of more than a dozen spears pierced the light curtain even darker. As long as the second wave of attacks is over, there will be a third wave of attacks immediately. Divided into three echelons, continuous like a tide, the army has used this trick to trap and kill many peerless masters on the battlefield.

The fat Taoist swung the sword in his hand to chop and slash the stabbing spear. Although the one in his hand is not a low-grade magic weapon, but for Fantie, it can be regarded as cutting iron like mud.

Although there is internal force poured into the spear, the acquired martial artist is still far behind the spiritual power of the fourth level of Qi training. Immediately, several long spears were chopped off.

The skinny Taoist on the other side is not Wang Hong's opponent in close combat at all. He has been fighting bloody battles in the past few years, and he is not comparable to ordinary rookies who have just entered the cultivation of immortals. The thin Taoist wanted to take out the talisman from the storage bag on his waist several times, but was interrupted by Wang Hong's violent attack.

The skinny Taoist was extremely depressed. He was a monk at the third level of Qi training, and he was suppressed and beaten by a monk at the first level of Qi training. If this news spread, people would laugh out loud.

He still has many methods, but he has never had the chance to use them. Whether it is using spells or talismans, it takes a little time. But the people in front of him didn't give him any chance to breathe.

Wang Hong continued to press hard, beating the skinny Taoist back again and again. Suddenly he stabbed more than a dozen shots at his face, and when the thin Taoist was in a hurry, he pierced his chest with one shot, and then swept across with another shot, cutting him in two.

The fat Taoist was not in a hurry when he was besieged. He still had the Fireball Talisman, but now the enemy was too close, and the Fireball Talisman broke out at close range, and he would inevitably be contaminated. Besides, a Fireball Talisman can at most burn a few people to death, so it's really not worth wasting on these ants. His spirit stone didn't fall from the sky, it was all obtained by his hard work.

He believed that his companion would kill the young man in a short while, and then the two of them would work together to kill the ants.

However, at this moment, he heard the skinny Taoist's screams. Turning his head to look, he saw that the skinny Taoist had been beaten into two pieces, the upper half of his body was still alive, struggling to crawl towards the lower half of his body. The young man caught up with a stride, and with a swing of his spear, he chopped off the skinny Taoist's head.

The fat Taoist was frightened, and once again touched the storage bag on his waist with his right hand. Everyone knew that this person might resort to the strange tricks of a cultivator.

"Let's fight!" A loud shout. The first wave of soldiers squatted down, and a dozen spears attacked the waist and abdomen from bottom to top. In the second wave, more than a dozen spears attacked his chest and back at the same time. The third wave of more than a dozen people jumped up in the air, pointing their spears at his head and face.

The original echelons took turns to attack, and instantly turned into simultaneous multi-directional attacks. Forty-five long spears pierced the fat Taoist's vital parts at the same time.

With a soft sound of "Bo", the golden light curtain was finally pierced. Just at the same time, another yellow talisman flew out and stopped above the crowd, exuding red light and bursts of fiery air.

Just when it was about to erupt, a bolt of lightning flew out, nailed to the talisman, and carried it a few feet away. Then, with a "boom", it turned into a one-foot-large fireball, which ignited violently.

Seeing that the situation was urgent, it was Wang Hong who shot the spear out of his hand, and then shot the talisman two feet away.

When the fat Taoist activated the talisman, his body was pierced by dozens of spears at the same time, staring at the missed fireball and dying unwillingly.