This wave of wanton madness didn't last long, and the crowd that rushed to the front of all the monks were people who were so paranoid about their cultivation resources that they could fight for their lives.

In front of him is the cave of the Yuanying Monk, and even if the hidden in it is only a dime, it may make them *** in cultivation or strength.

Even if there is a hole in front of you that can cut off the flesh and devour life, there is absolutely the possibility of a fight. If they are one step too late, the local forces behind them will break through, and then they will have no chance to drink the soup.

But people who are so crazy and lose their minds are in the minority after all.

The monks who followed behind maintained relative rationality, and couldn't help but gasp after squeezing to the door of the cave and seeing this scene like Shura's hell.

After the sword qi traps at the entrance of the cave were all exhausted by killing the first few waves of people, some of these latecomers chose to go deep and fight for their future, while others chose to retreat.

After such a long journey, these foreign monks saw that they did not dare to enter the Yuanying Cave Mansion, so they came up with the idea of these withered grass in this valley.

At such a time when he came to Yunfeng Country, even if he was not an alchemist, even if he didn't understand the pharmacology of herbs, he knew that the price of this inconspicuous herb was not low under the transmission of some people's information.

For a time, the mountains were full of people of monks who were robbing the withered grass everywhere, and even if they blocked their mouths and noses through the gauze stained with water, they could not completely block the breath of the withered grass.

However, the withered grass in this valley has long been regarded as their own bag by the local sect family, and they cannot be touched by others.

The monk brigade, which was still in force, finally received the order from the elders of their respective sects at this moment and stationed in the valley.

Everywhere they passed, they drove away all the foreign monks who were still staying in the valley, and those who were still clever saw that the opportunity was not good after picking a few plants, and several sects did not have much trouble with these people who would judge the situation and let them go.

And for those who don't know how to advance or retreat, they are not so polite, and the light ones directly snatch the dry grass that has been collected in their hands and drive it out of the valley.

Those stubborn ones were directly killed on the spot, leaving a corpse in vain, adding a few gorgeous blood red to the originally strangely growing dead grass.

Then the monks who came were divided into two groups, and the Qi refining cultivators who cultivated to a higher level broke into the cave with the Jindan Patriarch in the door and the predecessors of the foundation building period.

Qi refining cultivators with lower cultivation levels started collecting medicine under the protection of dozens of foundation building monks stationed outside.

Du Rong, who had been lying under the inconspicuous surface, also knew that he couldn't stay where he was for too long in this large-scale search of mountains and medicines, and sooner or later he would have to come to his mountain to pick the dead grass near him.

He was not in a hurry about this, he quietly got up from the soil and took out the clothes of the disciples of the White Yang Sect that had been prepared long ago.

Following the example of these visitors, they tied a strip of cloth to their faces and moistened them with water magic, and began to pretend to pick the dead grass on the ground.

Du Rong himself is a disciple of the Baiyang Sect, so he naturally has a uniform costume within the sect, and now the disciples who come to collect medicine are all covered with wet cloths, and they are not afraid that the disciples of the same sect will see that he is not a member of the team of monks who came this time.

He picked a few plants and put them in his pocket, and with the pace of collecting medicine along the way, he smoothly mixed into the group of medicine collecting disciples who were also from the Baiyang Sect, and no one noticed anything abnormal, all that was left was to find an opportunity to leave here without a trace and return to the sect as soon as possible.

Although there may be something hidden in the ruins of the cave mansion that is slightly related to him and the origin of the withered grass, Du Rong feels that this place is beyond the scope of his reach, so it is better to return to the sect as soon as possible to find a way to solve the bottleneck problem in his magic cultivation.

has a low-key heart to find an opportunity to slip away, but he is tall, even if he is mixed in the crowd and covered with gauze, he has another good aura. Coupled with his lack of spiritual power, it is really difficult not to attract the attention of ordinary people.

"This senior brother...... Brother, which elder in my sect are you, you are a bit of a face, and I didn't have any impression of you in the marching procession before, how could you not have the slightest spiritual power?"

At this time, a monk of the same sect near Durong noticed his side, and when he saw his face, he also subconsciously asked, with a look of vigilance on his face.

I saw that Du Rong was tall, and he wanted to be commensurate with his senior brother, but he found that he had no spiritual power to cultivate, so he temporarily changed his words.

With so many people coming this time, and gauze covering their faces, it is hard to guarantee that no one will take the clothes of their own sect to pretend to be a disciple of their own sect and do anything wrong.

So the disciple who found something abnormal asked Du Rong face to face, and if he found something wrong, he could contact the foundation building monks on the periphery in time to take it down on the spot.

He attracted a lot of curious and vigilant eyes, which Rong Rong had already noticed, and since someone asked, he naturally replied in his heart.

"Hello senior brother, I am a disciple of Uncle Fengzi Zhenfeng of the Alchemy Hall, named Pan Xiao, and I just started this year. My qualifications are mediocre, and I have barely cultivated to the first level of Qi refining in a few months, and it just so happens that Senior Uncle Feng is now in retreat, and he needs to use the medicinal materials here.

But the cousin also knew that the herbs here had a deep impact on the monks, so they all hid far away and sent me, who knew that the herbs in this ghost place were so evil, I ...... That's all I just cultivated...... It's gone!"

Before this, Du Rong also thought about whose name it would be better to use, but he was not familiar with the disciples of other branches, in case he casually said the name of a senior uncle, and there was no such disciple in his name, then the trouble would come.

And this Pan Xiao, the Medicine Refining Hall does have such a number one person, and it is also the new junior disciple of Durong this year, and it is naturally the best to borrow his name.

Between the words, although he didn't see all his facial expressions, the aggrieved tone was really like an ignorant young man who had just entered the True Cultivation Sect.

The person who asked the question immediately had a sudden expression when he heard Du Rong's explanation, he didn't know about this disciple of the Alchemy Hall, but Fengzi's real name was very loud in the Baiyang Sect.

Seeing that the other party could not only call the real name of the elders in the door, but also call Uncle Feng under the door, the disciple who asked the question also knew that although Feng Zizhen recruited people, he never recognized anyone as his apprentice.

At the same time, he also knew that Fengzi was really in a state of retreat at this time, and knew that the more hidden information in these many doors would naturally not be an external spy, so he immediately let go of his defensive posture.

The surrounding disciples of the same sect who were also attracted by the conversation also attracted attention to this place, but when they saw that there was nothing abnormal, they dispersed and continued to dig their own medicine.

After listening to the explanation, the monk who asked the question was slightly sympathetic to Du Rong.

"This is also difficult for Senior Brother Pan, this strange herb is indeed evil, I have been cultivating to the fourth layer of Qi refining for several months, and in just half an hour here, I have already felt that my realm is loose, and there is a tendency to fall down at any time, if I don't turn around and hand over this thing to the sect, we will be rewarded with a rich pill, I promise that I will turn around and leave now!"

As he spoke, he looked angry, obviously dissatisfied with the assignment of this sect, and at the same time, it also resonated with the low-level disciples around him who were collecting medicine, and also caused them to complain indignantly a few times.

It wasn't until this sound attracted the stationed Zhuji monks to glare at them fiercely that they were so frightened that they quickly shut up and went about their own business.

After pretending for a while, Du Rong gradually moved towards the edge of the cliff where there were few guards, it was almost time for him to leave, and when the disciples of the various sects gathered in the valley and found that he should not be here, the problem could not be explained.

After looking around cautiously, he saw that no one was looking at him, and with a deft leap, he landed at the foot of the mountain to several mountain walls sheltered by protruding rocks.

The cliffs are steep and it's hard to find a foothold along the way. After going back and forth dozens of times, it took him more than a cup of tea to jump to the edge of the cliff more than 100 zhang high.

At this time, there was no barrier on the periphery of the valley, and without the slightest hesitation, Du Rong plunged into the dense forest again, and a pill of the spirit pill entered his stomach, and he took out the hat he had used before and put it on his head.

I still jumped on the huge bushes as I came, and although it was not dark at this time, it was not as unnoticeable as when I came.

On the way back, Du Rong's face hidden under the hat was full of worries, and this time he came to this dry grass valley not only to investigate the matter still had no clue, but also encountered a bottleneck in his magic cultivation and didn't know how to solve it.

The only benefit I got was the newly made more than 1,000 Blood Pills and a storage bag full of withered grass.

With the wealth he had now, it was difficult to feel excited about these materials anymore, and he listlessly flipped the storage bag given to him by this Yuan slave, feeling that what he got in the valley this time might as well be exchanged for a little clue about his cultivation bottleneck.

He was the only magician in this world, and no one could ask about this cultivation problem, and he was worried about whether he could find a way to solve it.

Just when Du Rong was in a hurry, and at the same time he was full of thoughts about his own affairs and was depressed, suddenly the alarm signs suddenly appeared in his mind.

I felt a cold light flash, and I felt the sharp breath before I got close.

In a hurry, he took a few steps into the air, stepped on the improvised wind barrier, twisted his body in mid-air, and landed on the ground in a not-so-good-looking posture.

At the same time, the thick branch that was supposed to settle down on the one person also fell, smashing heavily behind him, bringing a cloud of fallen leaves to the sky.

Looking at the branch, I saw that the incision was unusually flat, because the props used in the cutting were too sharp, until the broken branch fell to the ground, I saw a trace of sap oozing out of the incision.

Ambushed again!

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