Immortal Space

On this day, Wang Hong left the city with a group of his men.

A little gangster who often hung out at the gate of the city, seeing this scene, quietly released a sound transmission talisman.

The sound transmission talisman is the most commonly used means of communication in the world of cultivating immortals, and the sound transmission distance ranges from tens of miles to thousands of miles.

Except for Wang Hong, all of them wore metal armor, carried a bundle of black short spears, and held a long iron spear, clanging and clanging as they walked. Although most of them are mortals with no cultivation base, there are a few Qi practitioners among them, and their aura is also deeply shocking.

Except for a few of these soldiers who have been transformed into spiritual power, the rest of them have now reached the innate realm of warriors. If the individual strength is not counted as talismans, they are not weaker than monks in the early stage of Qi refining.

After practicing for this period of time, Wang Hong has mastered the art of harnessing weapons, wood-type entanglement, wooden shield, wood thorn, fire-type fireball, and earth-type earth wall.

He has four spiritual roots, except for the gold system, he can practice spells of the other four systems. It can be regarded as a small advantage of Miscellaneous Spirit Root.

In order to practice these spells, he spent thousands of catties of spirit wine, worth tens of thousands of spirit stones. Speaking out will scare other casual cultivators to death.

Other low-level monks practice only one or two kinds of spells. Every time they release a few spells, their spiritual power is exhausted, and they have to rely on meditation to recover their spiritual power, so the efficiency is also extremely slow.

While consuming a lot, Wang Hong also got a benefit. After repeatedly depleting his spiritual power and replenishing it again, his spiritual power was tempered and became more pure.

Their destination this time is Ziyun Peak, which is fifty miles away from Qingxu City. There is rich aura, rich in elixir, and many monsters. There are often monks going there to hunt monsters and collect elixir.

The purpose of Wang Hong's trip to the mountain this time is to find monsters to fight and hone everyone's fighting skills. As for collecting elixir, that was by the way.

After entering the mountain for nearly two hours, I finally saw a clump of thorns shaking slightly, and there was a sound coming out. To prevent accidental injury to humans, the thin monkey threw a small stone there.

There was a low growl from the place where the stone fell, and the thorn bushes parted to the two sides, and a pig with iron teeth as tall as a man crawled out from inside.

The pig was taking a nap, sleeping soundly, when suddenly it was hit by a stone, which interrupted its dream.

So it was in a very upset mood, and when it saw a group of two-legged creatures standing not far away, it rushed over. In the past, it didn't like to provoke such two-legged creatures, because it was not in its diet.

Now it is full of anger, it doesn't matter if you are my favorite, kill it first, it needs someone to vent to.

"Get ready, shoot!"

Following Zhang Chunfeng's order, more than forty short guns roared, and with just one attack, the iron-toothed porcupine was turned into a hedgehog. The iron-toothed porcupine ran forward a few steps according to inertia, and fell to the ground.

Wang Hong was very satisfied with solving a first-rank low-grade monster in one round.

The monsters are also divided into different levels, and the first level monsters are equivalent to the strength of a monk in the Qi training period. The second level is equivalent to human foundation building, the third level is equivalent to golden core, and so on. Each level is divided into low-grade, middle-grade, and high-grade, corresponding to the early, middle, and late stages.

After cleaning the battlefield, he continued to move forward, and encountered two monsters along the way, and they were easily dealt with. Wang Hong didn't even grab the chance to make a move.

It was getting dark, and everyone found a flat place to camp beside a stream.

Pull the iron-toothed porcupine to the stream, wash and peel it, put the meat in several large basins, and Wang Hong took out several kinds of elixir powder and poured them into it. He ordered Zhang Chunfeng and Shouhou to help knead repeatedly with spiritual power. The purpose is to neutralize the violent spiritual power in the monster meat.

Wang Hong has also learned some skills as a spiritual chef in recent years. The main reason is that Wang Hong likes to eat meat. Maybe he was hungry before, but now he has a soft spot for meat.

The thin monkey set up two cauldrons and put the meat and bones into the two cauldrons respectively. Inject spirit spring water, add some seasonings, and put spirit charcoal on the bottom. The monster meat is cooked with ordinary fire, the temperature is too low, and it is not cooked at all.

Thin Monkey has one thing in common with Wang Hong, they both like to eat meat, and they also like to make food, and he is the most active in Zhang Luo's food. Maybe it's because I was starving.

Half an hour later, a strong smell of meat wafted out. Skinny Monkey took out a bunch of flatbreads from the storage bag and called everyone to have dinner.

Wang Hong took a big pancake, put it on the fire to heat it up, spread it out, put a few pieces of stewed meat on it, poured some soup on it, and rolled up the pancake.

After taking a big bite, the mouth is full of fragrance, the stewed meat is crispy and soft, mixed with the soup. The flatbread is mixed with Lingmai flour from Wang Hong's space, and it tastes particularly strong. I drank a few mouthfuls of bone soup, and the soup was thick.

"It would be even better if we could roll a spring onion inside the pancake. Next time we will get a few spring onions to plant." Wang Hong muttered to himself.

The night in the forest is not peaceful, there are all kinds of birds and insects chirping, and sometimes the roar of animals in the distance can be heard.

Wang Hong was meditating in the tent when suddenly there was a rumbling sound. He immediately jumped up and rushed out. This is the warning sign he arranged was triggered.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Accompanied by the shouts of several night watch soldiers, everyone rushed out of the tents. After two breaths, they formed a battle formation. After the formation was completed, no one made any noise.

Wang Hong looked in the direction of the warning, and saw twelve people coming from the opposite side.

The first person Wang Hong knew was the last time he was in the Lin family preaching hall, this person followed Lin Yun, the eldest son of the Lin family.

The Lin family is considered a lower-middle power in Qingxu City. It has a foundation-building monk, dozens of Qi-training monks, and the scattered cultivators who have taken refuge in it add up to hundreds of people.

Among the other eleven people, there is one Qi training level 5, three Qi training levels 4, and the remaining seven people only have Qi training level 2 and 3.

Wang Hong stood at the front and shouted, "Who are you?"

The man waved his sleeves back, pretending to be smart and said with a smile: "You are Wang Hong, right? I am Lin Junjie from the Lin family. I have been short of money recently. I heard that you have quite a lot of money. I want to borrow some spirit stones from you for an emergency." 2. You shouldn’t be stingy with some extra possessions, right?”

"How much do you want?" Wang Hong asked noncommittally.

"As long as you hand over the storage bags and magic weapons in your hands to me, you will be considered mine, and I promise not to hurt you at all. Come to me if you have any difficulties in Qingxu City." Lin Junjie saw Wang Hong was a little moved, and continued to persuade.

At this time, the fifth-level Qi training monk jumped out and said: "Boy, don't be ignorant of compliments. There are so many people in Qingxu City rushing to give gifts to Mr. Lin, but they can't find a way. Mr. Lin likes you, That's your creation."

Wang Hong thought for a while and said, "Okay, I hope Mr. Lin can keep his word. From now on, I will follow Mr. Lin's lead."

Turning back and beckoning: "Brothers, come over and see Mr. Lin."

Everyone in the rear stepped forward in unison, moving in unison as one person.

Wang Hong scolded: "Relax, who is showing you being so serious?"

At the same time, while walking towards Lin Junjie, he untied the storage bag on his waist and threw it towards Lin Junjie.

Lin Junjie had a smug smile on his face, and when he was about to reach out to pick up the storage bag, his color suddenly changed, and his body dodged backwards.

But it was too late, and several plant seeds shot at him from the bottom of the storage bag. He dodged three of them, and finally two of them landed on him.

One of the seeds germinated quickly, spreading out branches, tightly binding his hands and feet. At the same time, there are many small spikes on it, which pierce the skin, release wood toxin, and block the movement of spiritual power.

At the same time, there was a whistling sound, and dozens of short guns flew towards him. Lin Junjie was so frightened that his heart was broken. He watched the short guns fly in front of him and pierced his body with a puffing sound, but he was helpless.

Before he died, he regretted that he should not have listened to that Yin wolf's instigation and came to rob this little monk. Those mortal soldiers are really freaks, how can they react so quickly and so neatly? Just give him a maximum of two breaths to break free.