Dozens of rounds passed in the blink of an eye, and the more the purple-clothed monk fought, the more frightened he became, he originally felt that the seventh-layer Great Perfection monk in front of him was not an ordinary monk, but he didn't think that the other party would be his opponent, but at this moment, his expression gradually became solemn, because he already noticed that the opponent's combat power did not seem to be below him.

And in the face of a monk who was in the late stage of foundation building, Qiao Yun was also not easy, but Qiao Yun was a little anxious in his heart, and wanted to solve the purple-clothed monk in front of him as soon as possible, because it was inevitable that there would be other monks who were teleported into this forest, and if another monk from the Zixiao Sect arrived, it would be very unfavorable to him.

"Boom!"

The whirlwind inspired by Qiao Yun collided with a thunderbolt inspired by the purple-clothed monk in midair, and the majestic mana fluctuations spread wantonly, overwhelming the surrounding trees and turning their branches and leaves.

The monk in green clothes on the side quickly retreated under the fluctuation of this mana, and he found that he couldn't intervene in the fight between Qiao Yun and the two, so he could only watch anxiously from the sidelines.

Under the aftermath of the spell, Qiao Yun did not retreat but advanced, and when the Cang Silent Sword in his hand waved, countless sword qi were conjured, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a shocking sword qi and slashed towards the purple-clothed monk.

When the purple-clothed monk saw this sword qi, the long sword in his hand also shook frequently, and a cold light shot out from the tip of the long sword like waves, turning into a sword net in a blink of an eye, blocking the rushing sword qi.

However, the collision of sword qi in the purple-clothed monk's imagination did not appear, and at the moment when the huge sword qi was about to touch the sword net, the huge sword qi suddenly turned into dozens of sword qi, passed through the sword net, and rushed towards the purple-clothed monk at a speed several times faster than before.

This sudden scene made the purple-clothed monk have no time to think, and hurriedly sacrificed a high-grade defensive magic weapon in front of him, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand brought out more than a dozen sword qi to meet the attacking part of the sword qi, and he frequently cast thunder spells, blasting at the rest of the sword qi.

All of this happened between the lightning and the stone fire, and dozens of sky-high sword qi transformed by the huge sword qi were stopped by the purple-clothed monk's long sword, and then scattered by the thunder more than a dozen, and the last one all fell on the high-grade defensive magic weapon in front of the purple-clothed monk, making the light on this high-grade defensive magic weapon flash wildly, and a large number of fine cracks faintly appeared.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the purple-clothed monk just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but his heart jumped for no reason, and the next moment, everything in his eyes was replaced by a silver light. This silver light broke through the sky, with an indomitable momentum, and instantly crossed the distance between the purple-clothed monk and Qiao Yun, broke through the already fragile high-grade defensive magic weapon, and pierced into the purple-clothed monk's dantian.

The purple-clothed monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, lowered his head and glanced blankly at the Silent Sword that pierced his lower abdomen, and then suddenly looked up at Qiao Yun, with a deep hatred in his eyes, but before he could say anything, the whole person exploded in an instant.

With a "boom", the violent spiritual power instantly exploded with the purple-clothed monk as the center, and had an incomparable impact on everything around.

Qiao Yun was not surprised by this explosion, because the Silent Sword hit the purple-clothed monk's dantian, so it destroyed the balance of the base nest in his body, which made all the true qi originally condensed in the purple-clothed monk's body open up wantonly in an instant, and the effect was no different from the self-explosion of a Great Perfection monk in the late stage of foundation building.

When everything in the woods calmed down, Qiao Yun instantly came to the deep pit created by the explosion, and raised his hand to pick up his Silent Sword.

After taking a closer look at the Cang Silent Sword and finding that the Cang Silent Sword was not damaged in the explosion, Qiao Yun relieved himself, and then picked up a slightly broken storage bag on the ground on the side.

After erasing the prohibition on the storage bag, Qiao Yun's divine sense probed into the storage bag, and when he found that the storage bag was still usable, Qiao Yun was slightly happy in his heart, and then swept around the purple-clothed monk's storage bag.

After a simple glance, Qiao Yun couldn't help but secretly speak, there were as many as 100,000 low-grade spirit stones in this storage bag, and there were 5,000 medium-grade spirit stones, not only that, but there were also a hundred diamond-shaped stones with a stronger aura, Qiao Yun knew at a glance that this should be a high-grade spirit stone.

Judging from the spirit stone alone, the purple-clothed monk's wealth could be seen, but when Qiao Yun saw the large number of attack and defensive magic weapons, jade boxes, and jade bottles piled up in the storage bag, he felt even more lacking in his cultivation resources.

It's just that soon Qiao Yun noticed that in the corner of the storage bag, there were dozens of empty storage bags, when Qiao Yun saw these storage bags, he couldn't help frowning slightly, plus thinking of the previous sneak attack on himself by the purple-clothed monk and the pursuit of the junior brother beside him, he already understood in his heart that it seemed that most of the purple-clothed monk's wealth was obtained by killing people and overselling goods.

Then Qiao Yun saw a purple identity jade plate in the storage bag, which was exactly the same as the identity jade plate that Yan Tian gave him, and on the front of the identity jade plate was written "Chu Shan", which seemed to be the name of the purple-clothed monk.

He was about to withdraw his consciousness from the storage bag, but Qiao Yun suddenly saw a very heavy piece of iron in the storage bag and an inconspicuous corner.

This piece of iron seemed to be plain, but Qiao Yun found that there were layers of traces on its edge, like a book, which couldn't help but attract Qiao Yun's attention, and the next moment Qiao Yun took out the piece of iron and held it in his hand.

As soon as this piece of iron was in his hands, Qiao Yun felt his right hand sink down, and hurriedly activated the true qi in his body, and then he held the piece of iron firmly in his hand.

Looking at the heavy piece of iron in his hand, Qiao Yun finally confirmed that this was really a book, not only that there were traces of pages on the side of the "iron block", but also that on the front of the "iron block" there were two ancient characters "Wanxiang".

Qiao Yun was slightly stunned, not understanding what this meant, and was about to open the book, but found that this "iron block" was still arranged with dense prohibitions, and it was impossible to remove all of them in a short period of time.

Qiao Yun frowned, and did not delve into it further, but casually put this "iron block" into his storage bag, Qiao Yun believed that this "iron block" called "Viktor" was definitely not simple, otherwise this purple-clothed monk would not be able to put so many prohibitions on it.

After putting away the "iron block", Qiao Yun looked up at the monk in Tsing Yi who had been standing respectfully not far from him, and the monk in Tsing Yi saw that Qiao Yun finally looked at him, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said sincerely: "Thank you Senior Brother for saving your life! Senior Brother for saving his life, I Xie Nanping will remember it in my life!"

Qiao Yun listened to Xie Nanping's words, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said: "Brother Xie, we are also old acquaintances, seeing that you are in crisis, how can I stand idly by." ”

"Huh?" Xie Nanping was stunned by Qiao Yun's words, but he racked his brains, and he couldn't remember how he had met the senior brother in front of him before.

Seeing Xie Nanping's puzzlement, Qiao Yun didn't talk nonsense, quickly took out the three illusions and put them on, and at the same time transformed into a scholar.

"You...... You are...... Senior Brother Yun?" When Xie Nanping saw the scholar in front of him, his eyes showed an incomparably shock, he never thought that the senior brother who had just saved himself was actually the same monk of the same sect who called himself Yunchuan that he had met with the team he led when he was in the Wuxuan Mountain Range.

After the shock, Xie Nanping's heart was even more turbulent, he still remembered that when Qiao Yun was in the Broken Mountain Range, he was only a monk in the early stage of foundation building, but he didn't expect that in just over a year, Qiao Yun had reached the height of the seventh-layer Great Perfection of the foundation, and he was able to kill the monks of the later stage of the foundation building with his own strength, and he had just advanced to the fourth-layer Great Perfection of the foundation.

These thoughts just flickered in his heart, Xie Nanping then took a deep breath, hugged Qiao Yun again, and said, "I didn't expect it to be Senior Brother Yunchuan, thank you Senior Brother for saving me!"

Qiao Yun patted Yun Chuan's shoulder, "I have already said before, how can you and I talk about saving or not saving, in other words, I was chased and killed by the monks of Zixiao Sect, presumably Brother Xie will not sit idly by either, so there is no need to thank each other!"

Qiao Yun said, and took out 50,000 lower-grade spirit stones from Chu Shan's storage bag, 2,500 middle-grade spirit stones and fifty high-grade spirit stones and moved them into his storage bag, and then handed Chu Shan's storage bag to Xie Nanping, "This Zixiao Sect monk's storage bag contains a large number of spirit stones, magic weapons and spirit grass, I took half of the spirit stones and a book, as for the rest of the things, I will hand them over to you." ”

"Senior Brother Yun, how can this be done!" Xie Nanping hurriedly waved his hand, "This Zixiao Sect monk was killed by Senior Brother Yun alone, his storage bag should be owned by Senior Brother Qiao alone, Senior Brother Qiao saved my life, I am already very grateful, how can I take Senior Brother's loot again!"

Qiao Yun couldn't help but stuff the storage bag into Xie Nanping's hand, "Since it is a trophy, of course it is for those who see it, and besides, Brother Xie took good care of me when he was in the Wuxuan Mountain Range, I have always kept it in my heart, this time there are benefits, how can I swallow it alone, this is not my style." ”

When Xie Nanping wanted to shirk it, two figures came closer, only to see two yellow-shirted monks, both of whom were cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and one of them had reached the realm of the Great Perfection in the late stage of foundation building.

The two yellow-shirted monks had just come to the front, and when they saw the deep pit in front of them, their eyes showed shock, and at the same time, they all looked at Qiao Yun and Xie Nanping who were standing in the middle of the huge pit.

"Are you Sect Cultivators?" Qiao Yun looked at the two yellow-shirted monks, and then at a compass-shaped magic weapon in the hand of one of them, frowning slightly, with a faint murderous aura in his eyes.