Chapter 448 Prestigious Wang Qingshan (Part 1)
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 448 Prestigious Wang Qingshan (first update)
In a certain black dense forest, fifteen immortal cultivators walked slowly forward, led by a middle-aged man in his early forties, tall and thin, with a stern expression, giving people a feeling of calmness and prestige.
Four foundation builders, eleven Qi refiners, the middle-aged man has the highest cultivation level, with four foundation builders.
"Uncle Qi, we have been here for more than a month. I don't think there are any second-level monsters here. I think we should go to other places to look for them! Save wasting time."
The girl in the yellow skirt pouted and complained in a low voice.
"It's only been over a month, let's look for it again!"
"But we all..."
Before she finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and said in a low voice: "Be careful, there is something underground."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground not far ahead was uneven for a while, and a giant yellow scorpion with many scars came out from the ground.
The aura of the giant yellow scorpion was sluggish, obviously exhausting its demon power.
"A lower-rank demon scorpion! It seems that it has exhausted its demon power. I just need a second-rank spirit insect."
The girl in the yellow skirt sacrificed a palm-sized yellow cloth bag, which rose against the wind and came to the top of the yellow monster's head. A strong suction suddenly appeared, and a large amount of flying sand and rocks were sucked into the yellow cloth bag.
The yellow demon scorpion let out a strange sound and resisted somewhat, but it exhausted its demon power, and the resistance was futile.
The girl in the yellow skirt, Fajue pinched it, and countless yellow runes lit up on the yellow cloth bag, emitting a large amount of yellow light, covering its body. The body of the giant yellow scorpion shrank rapidly, and was put into the yellow cloth bag.
"Hee hee, after more than a month of transferring, I finally gained something."
The girl in the yellow skirt put away the yellow cloth bag, smiling all over her face.
At this moment, a double-eyed mouse emerged from the ground.
"Second-level double-eyed mouse! This is rare. If you sell it, you can sell it for at least 800 yuan of spirit stones."
The smile on the face of the girl in the yellow skirt deepened, and she was about to sacrifice a magic weapon to catch the double-eyed mouse.
Before she could make a move, the double-eyed mouse burrowed into the ground and disappeared, running away without a trace.
"Be careful, someone is coming."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, his expression solemn.
Not long after, ten immortal cultivators came to meet them. It was Wang Qingshan and his party.
The double-eyed mouse got out from the ground and crawled back to the spirit animal bag on Wang Qingshan's waist.
Wang Qingshan glanced at the yellow cloth bag in the yellow dress girl's hand, squinted his eyes, and said politely: "That second-rank low-grade demon scorpion is in your hands! It is our prey, please return it to me, fellow daoist!" Give us."
"It's a joke, the scorpion didn't have its name written on it, so why give it back to you? You say it's yours, it's yours?"
The girl in the yellow skirt didn't take it seriously. After wandering around the mountains for more than a month, she found some elixir that was several decades old. Fat meat, how could she let it go.
Wang Qingshan's face turned cold when he heard this, and said: "If I want you to return it to me!"
There are four Foundation Establishment monks on the other side, but Wang Qingshan is not afraid at all. When hunting monsters, this kind of thing often happens, and it is not surprising.
"Also? Why should I give you my things? Do you think we are afraid of you because there are so many people?"
The girl in the yellow skirt didn't have any intentions, and sacrificed three flying knives that were shining with inspiration.
Seeing this scene, without saying a word, Wang Qiuming and other members of the Qi refining period took out a yellow flag and waved it lightly. A yellow light flew out from each of them, and the eight yellow lights condensed together and turned into a yellow flag about ten feet large. The light curtain covers them inside.
When Wang Qingshan pinched his sword art, there was a crisp sword cry, and nine blue long swords flew out of the blue sword box on his back, floating above the yellow light curtain.
Wang Qingjun also took out a crimson flag, as if he would fight if there was any disagreement.
When the middle-aged man saw the nine green flying swords, his expression changed. He suddenly thought of something, and told the girl in the yellow skirt, "Min'er, return that demon scorpion to them."
"Seventh Uncle, why are you afraid of them! They only have two Foundation Establishment cultivators, and in terms of numbers, we have more people than them."
The middle-aged man glared at her, and ordered unceremoniously: "Didn't you hear what I said, return that demon scorpion to them immediately."
"Uncle Qi, why are you so afraid of them?"
The girl in the yellow skirt curled her lips, revealing a bitter face.
"Twelve sisters, they are members of the Wang family of Qinglian Mountain Villa. The team leader should be Wang Qingshan. This person is a sword cultivator and has never been defeated. The Wang family is good at refining puppet beasts. It is rumored that the Wang family's monster hunting team has a second-level demon hunting team. Puppet beast, return the second-order demon scorpion to them, don't you see that they have already made a defensive formation? We will only suffer from the fight."
A young man in yellow shirt explained through sound transmission.
Hearing the words "Wang Qingshan", the girl in the yellow skirt changed her appearance slightly, she hurriedly sacrificed the yellow cloth bag, hit the yellow cloth bag with a spell, and released the yellow demon scorpion.
Wang Qingshan, a descendant of the Xiuxian family is known to everyone. It is rumored that Wang Qingshan is a sword cultivator. With his sharp swordsmanship, killing second-level monsters is like chopping melons and vegetables. Killing second-level high-level monsters with one person Monster beasts are worthy of fame, because a second-order demon scorpion is too stupid to fight Wang Qingshan to death.
Wang Qingjun sacrificed a yellow cloth bag to put away the yellow demon scorpion.
Wang Qingshan pinched the Fa Jue, and the nine blue flying swords flew back to the sword box. He cupped his fists at the opposite side and said politely: "Thank you very much."
The middle-aged man forced a smile on his face, and said politely: "It's all a misunderstanding, we still have something to do, fellow daoist, please go ahead."
He waved his hand and led his clan back, his face full of vigilance.
Naturally, Wang Qingshan would not be unreasonable and let Wang Qiuming withdraw the formation.
"Uncle Qi, they seem to be very afraid of you?"
Wang Qiuming asked curiously.
"Afraid of me? I didn't do anything, Qiu Ming. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must not be unreasonable. If you are not strong enough, don't be arrogant. You should bear it or bear it. Tolerate a moment of calm and retreat. One step at a time broadens the sea and the sky, but you can't show off the courage of a common man."
Wang Qingshan said earnestly.
"Understood, Uncle Qi."
"Okay, let's go back quickly! This is Tang's territory after all, so don't stay for long."
Wang Qingshan waved his hand and led the team away.
At this moment, a huge roar of "rumbling" came from behind.
Wang Qingshan subconsciously turned his head to look, there was a burst of ripples in the void thousands of feet high, and a blue light appeared. The two couldn't breathe, and the blue light turned into a blue vortex several feet in size.
The blue vortex keeps growing, and blue arcs can be vaguely seen, as if something is about to come out.
"What is this? Could it be that some treasure was born?"
Wang Qingjun was full of curiosity and a little excited.
After ten breaths, the vortex was hundreds of feet in size, and a huge golden palace could be vaguely seen, looming,
The golden palace seems to be made of some kind of golden jade. It is crystal clear. There are mysterious runes all over the gate of the palace, which flow up and down continuously, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.
I have something to delay today, first chapter, try my best to four chapters,
(End of this chapter)
In a certain black dense forest, fifteen immortal cultivators walked slowly forward, led by a middle-aged man in his early forties, tall and thin, with a stern expression, giving people a feeling of calmness and prestige.
Four foundation builders, eleven Qi refiners, the middle-aged man has the highest cultivation level, with four foundation builders.
"Uncle Qi, we have been here for more than a month. I don't think there are any second-level monsters here. I think we should go to other places to look for them! Save wasting time."
The girl in the yellow skirt pouted and complained in a low voice.
"It's only been over a month, let's look for it again!"
"But we all..."
Before she finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and said in a low voice: "Be careful, there is something underground."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground not far ahead was uneven for a while, and a giant yellow scorpion with many scars came out from the ground.
The aura of the giant yellow scorpion was sluggish, obviously exhausting its demon power.
"A lower-rank demon scorpion! It seems that it has exhausted its demon power. I just need a second-rank spirit insect."
The girl in the yellow skirt sacrificed a palm-sized yellow cloth bag, which rose against the wind and came to the top of the yellow monster's head. A strong suction suddenly appeared, and a large amount of flying sand and rocks were sucked into the yellow cloth bag.
The yellow demon scorpion let out a strange sound and resisted somewhat, but it exhausted its demon power, and the resistance was futile.
The girl in the yellow skirt, Fajue pinched it, and countless yellow runes lit up on the yellow cloth bag, emitting a large amount of yellow light, covering its body. The body of the giant yellow scorpion shrank rapidly, and was put into the yellow cloth bag.
"Hee hee, after more than a month of transferring, I finally gained something."
The girl in the yellow skirt put away the yellow cloth bag, smiling all over her face.
At this moment, a double-eyed mouse emerged from the ground.
"Second-level double-eyed mouse! This is rare. If you sell it, you can sell it for at least 800 yuan of spirit stones."
The smile on the face of the girl in the yellow skirt deepened, and she was about to sacrifice a magic weapon to catch the double-eyed mouse.
Before she could make a move, the double-eyed mouse burrowed into the ground and disappeared, running away without a trace.
"Be careful, someone is coming."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, his expression solemn.
Not long after, ten immortal cultivators came to meet them. It was Wang Qingshan and his party.
The double-eyed mouse got out from the ground and crawled back to the spirit animal bag on Wang Qingshan's waist.
Wang Qingshan glanced at the yellow cloth bag in the yellow dress girl's hand, squinted his eyes, and said politely: "That second-rank low-grade demon scorpion is in your hands! It is our prey, please return it to me, fellow daoist!" Give us."
"It's a joke, the scorpion didn't have its name written on it, so why give it back to you? You say it's yours, it's yours?"
The girl in the yellow skirt didn't take it seriously. After wandering around the mountains for more than a month, she found some elixir that was several decades old. Fat meat, how could she let it go.
Wang Qingshan's face turned cold when he heard this, and said: "If I want you to return it to me!"
There are four Foundation Establishment monks on the other side, but Wang Qingshan is not afraid at all. When hunting monsters, this kind of thing often happens, and it is not surprising.
"Also? Why should I give you my things? Do you think we are afraid of you because there are so many people?"
The girl in the yellow skirt didn't have any intentions, and sacrificed three flying knives that were shining with inspiration.
Seeing this scene, without saying a word, Wang Qiuming and other members of the Qi refining period took out a yellow flag and waved it lightly. A yellow light flew out from each of them, and the eight yellow lights condensed together and turned into a yellow flag about ten feet large. The light curtain covers them inside.
When Wang Qingshan pinched his sword art, there was a crisp sword cry, and nine blue long swords flew out of the blue sword box on his back, floating above the yellow light curtain.
Wang Qingjun also took out a crimson flag, as if he would fight if there was any disagreement.
When the middle-aged man saw the nine green flying swords, his expression changed. He suddenly thought of something, and told the girl in the yellow skirt, "Min'er, return that demon scorpion to them."
"Seventh Uncle, why are you afraid of them! They only have two Foundation Establishment cultivators, and in terms of numbers, we have more people than them."
The middle-aged man glared at her, and ordered unceremoniously: "Didn't you hear what I said, return that demon scorpion to them immediately."
"Uncle Qi, why are you so afraid of them?"
The girl in the yellow skirt curled her lips, revealing a bitter face.
"Twelve sisters, they are members of the Wang family of Qinglian Mountain Villa. The team leader should be Wang Qingshan. This person is a sword cultivator and has never been defeated. The Wang family is good at refining puppet beasts. It is rumored that the Wang family's monster hunting team has a second-level demon hunting team. Puppet beast, return the second-order demon scorpion to them, don't you see that they have already made a defensive formation? We will only suffer from the fight."
A young man in yellow shirt explained through sound transmission.
Hearing the words "Wang Qingshan", the girl in the yellow skirt changed her appearance slightly, she hurriedly sacrificed the yellow cloth bag, hit the yellow cloth bag with a spell, and released the yellow demon scorpion.
Wang Qingshan, a descendant of the Xiuxian family is known to everyone. It is rumored that Wang Qingshan is a sword cultivator. With his sharp swordsmanship, killing second-level monsters is like chopping melons and vegetables. Killing second-level high-level monsters with one person Monster beasts are worthy of fame, because a second-order demon scorpion is too stupid to fight Wang Qingshan to death.
Wang Qingjun sacrificed a yellow cloth bag to put away the yellow demon scorpion.
Wang Qingshan pinched the Fa Jue, and the nine blue flying swords flew back to the sword box. He cupped his fists at the opposite side and said politely: "Thank you very much."
The middle-aged man forced a smile on his face, and said politely: "It's all a misunderstanding, we still have something to do, fellow daoist, please go ahead."
He waved his hand and led his clan back, his face full of vigilance.
Naturally, Wang Qingshan would not be unreasonable and let Wang Qiuming withdraw the formation.
"Uncle Qi, they seem to be very afraid of you?"
Wang Qiuming asked curiously.
"Afraid of me? I didn't do anything, Qiu Ming. If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must not be unreasonable. If you are not strong enough, don't be arrogant. You should bear it or bear it. Tolerate a moment of calm and retreat. One step at a time broadens the sea and the sky, but you can't show off the courage of a common man."
Wang Qingshan said earnestly.
"Understood, Uncle Qi."
"Okay, let's go back quickly! This is Tang's territory after all, so don't stay for long."
Wang Qingshan waved his hand and led the team away.
At this moment, a huge roar of "rumbling" came from behind.
Wang Qingshan subconsciously turned his head to look, there was a burst of ripples in the void thousands of feet high, and a blue light appeared. The two couldn't breathe, and the blue light turned into a blue vortex several feet in size.
The blue vortex keeps growing, and blue arcs can be vaguely seen, as if something is about to come out.
"What is this? Could it be that some treasure was born?"
Wang Qingjun was full of curiosity and a little excited.
After ten breaths, the vortex was hundreds of feet in size, and a huge golden palace could be vaguely seen, looming,
The golden palace seems to be made of some kind of golden jade. It is crystal clear. There are mysterious runes all over the gate of the palace, which flow up and down continuously, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.
I have something to delay today, first chapter, try my best to four chapters,
(End of this chapter)
