Ren Pingzhi changed color in a panic, but he didn't understand what was wrong? said in a trembling voice: "Elder Miao, under the ......"

Before he finished speaking, Miao Sanjiang snorted coldly, grabbed the void in mid-air with his right hand, and heard Ren Ping screaming, his clothes were torn, a blood hole was exposed on his left shoulder, and blood gushed out.

On Miao Sanjiang's right hand, there was suddenly a bloody storage bag, he released his divine sense to check, his face gradually welled up with satisfaction, and he laughed strangely: "No wonder the head of Ren is so generous, it turns out that the treasure is sealed in the body with a secret method, do you think you can hide it from the old man?" ”

Mo Wentian and Li Wangqing looked at each other, they both felt that Ren Pingzhi was extremely stupid, Xu Tianji arranged for Miao Sanjiang to check here, naturally he had his reasons, how could he easily fool the pass.

Ren Pingzhi covered the wound with his right hand, his face was extremely pale, and he said in a panic: "Elder Miao's eyes are fiery, his eyes are like electricity, and he doesn't know how to lift up. ”

Miao Sanjiang snorted coldly, put the bloodstained storage bag into his arms, and said with a smile: "The head of the Ren family has a word first, and the old man has no choice but to be disrespectful, to be honest, the old man is very interested in the spiritual objects inside." ”

Ren Ping's face is like ashes, there are not only spiritual things that have been scavenged in the valley in the storage bag, but also treasures accumulated before, decades of hard work have been ruined, and the regret in his heart is really difficult to describe.

Miao Sanjiang said with a cold face: "Ren is in charge, what if you are not the head of a small sect?" The old man will definitely not spare your life easily, so don't get out of here. ”

Ren Pingzhi's Buddha has been old for more than ten years, his eyes have no trace of brilliance, and he walks down in despair.

Miao Sanjiang threw the previous storage bag far away, and said with a strange smile: "Master Ren, the old man will not take the spiritual objects in this storage bag in his eyes, so let's return it to you!" lest it be said that the old man bullies the weak and does not even let go of the rags. ”

Ren Pingzhi sat down on the ground in despair, picked up the storage bag, only to feel extremely frustrated, endless remorse, for a while, sadness came from the heart, blood gushed out on his shoulders, but he didn't realize it, he has always liked to bully the weak, bullying others, at this time the suffering fell on his head, only to know the pain.

Li Wangqing didn't wait for orders, immediately stepped forward, picked up the storage bag and said, "Elder Miao, Li Wangqing, the head of the Xiahua Immortal Sect, please also check the storage bag." ”

Li Wangqing's light robe is slowly belted, the five willows under his cheeks, his face is like a crown of jade, in the eyes of people, this person has a heroic righteousness, awe-inspiring and inviolable, Miao Sanjiang looked surprised, but he was not embarrassed by him, carefully checked the storage bag with his divine sense, and said in a deep voice: "Master Li, there are five wood spirit grasses and one earth spirit grass in the storage bag, each of which is purchased according to fifteen lower grade spirit stones; There is one blood vine and one blood marrow branch, two white bone flowers and two cactus thorns, each of which is purchased according to forty lower-grade spirit stones, a total of three hundred and thirty lower-grade spirit stones, what does Master Li think? ”

With Li Wang's calmness, his face also changed greatly at this time, and he lost his mind and said, "How can Elder Miao favor one over the other? When it's your turn, the number of spirit stones is doubled? ”

Miao Sanjiang smiled and patiently explained: "Master Li doesn't know, the price just now is for the inner disciples of this sect, and Master Li is not a disciple of this sect, so the price is naturally different. ”

"This ......" Li Wangqing was stunned, he thought for a long time, and felt that there was no other way to go except gritting his teeth and admitting the planting, so he immediately decided: "Elder Miao is in charge, and he has no opinions." ”

Miao Sanjiang looked stunned, he didn't expect Li Wangqing to agree so happily, he didn't use many of the means he had prepared, and he was also very painful at the moment to pay off the spirit stones, put the elixir into the treasure bag, and looked very proud, he got thousands of low-grade spirit stones in this business, and he was very excited.

Li Wangqing retrieved the storage bag, sighed, and stepped back silently, looking disappointed and disheartened.

After Li forgot to come down, Mo Wentian hurriedly took a few steps forward, held the prepared storage bag forward, and said in a respectful voice: "Elder Miao, Mo Wentian, the head of the Lower Wuji Sect, please also check the storage bag." ”

After getting most of the wealth of Ren Pingzhi and Li Wangqing, Miao Sanjiang was obviously in a good mood, and took the storage bag without any intention, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Master Mo, you have a good look, you have refined qi at the seventh level, and you still look like a teenager." ”

He naturally didn't know the Dao, Mo Wentian's true age was only nineteen years old, but even if he knew the Dao, he wouldn't believe that Qinghe County hadn't cultivated to the seventh level of qi refining before he was twenty years old, as for cultivation, Mo Wentian's cultivation camouflage technique was quite pure, unless he was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, it was difficult to find it at all. ,

Miao Sanjiang grabbed his storage bag in his hand and checked it with his divine sense, his face became ugly, as if he couldn't believe it, his eyes flashed red, and he patrolled back and forth around Mo Wentian.

Swept by his gaze for a while, Mo Wentian only felt that his body was like nothing, and the Buddha couldn't hide anything from his eyes, and he immediately understood in his heart that Miao Sanjiang used a high-level spell spirit eye technique, it is said that this technique can make people's eyes become extremely sharp, and he has an unusual sense of any spirit object, if Mo Wentian has any treasure hidden on his body, under the detection of spirit eye art, it is no trace to escape.

Miao Sanjiang's face was ugly, and he snorted coldly: "It's really a waste, did you hide it for five or six days after entering Wanling Valley?" A person like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death, or the head of what sect? ”

He looked indignant, took out the only wood spirit grass in the storage bag, and was not ready to exchange it for spirit stones, so he threw the storage bag on the ground and said coldly: "One waste, don't get out of here." ”

Mo Wentian pretended to be amnesty, stepped forward to pick up the storage bag, and retreated in a panic, looking embarrassed, Zhu Ziming and the other three disciples saw it in their eyes, and laughed loudly, all of them looked disdainful.

Only Li Wangqing looked surprised, looking at Mo Wentian in a daze, in his heart, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't say why.

Although nothing was looted here in Mo Wentian, this time the Wanling Valley and his party had gained a lot, only losing nearly nine inner disciples, but they had obtained nearly fifty third-order elixirs, and they were all elixirs of special species, not comparable to elixirs like Yijin grass.

Although Feiyunmen has a first-grade elixir valley, it can only grow ordinary elixirs, and these special species of elixirs are difficult to plant, and they are also rare in the cultivation market.

Miao Sanjiang was overjoyed, looked around, looked at a few people in Qinghe County and said: "Master Li, Master Ren, and Master Mo, the senior brother of the head of the sect has a word first, you can become a disciple of the inner sect of the sect when you go out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, but several of them are the heads of the sect, although the sect is small, but it is also the respect of a faction, and it must not be bent to become a disciple of the sect, since this is the case, the old man will not be reluctant." ”

Speaking of this, he pondered for a moment and continued: "This time the three of you can survive the Wanling Valley trip, it can be regarded as some creation, if you have achievements in the future, you must do your best for this sect." ”

The other party was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, where did Mo Wentian and the others dare to say anything? The moment should be respectful.

Miao Sanjiang laughed loudly, turned his head, and said to Zhu Ziming and the others: "That's the case, let's go!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he sacrificed a flying sword, stepped on it, flew through the air, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Ziming and the others did not have such skills, so they each performed their magic skills and went down the mountain together.

Seeing everyone leaving, Fang Ziqi's expression became firm, and he performed his magic technique, followed behind Zhu Ziming, and also went down the mountain.

Li Wangqing glanced at Mo Wentian deeply, and said thoughtfully: "Master Mo, the million demon mountain has returned to Qinghe County, the journey is still very long, so we might as well go together, and there will be a response on the way." ”

"That's not necessary!" Mo Wentian said with a smile: "Master Li's good intentions are understood, but he has always been used to being alone, so he won't bother Master Li." ”

Li Wangqing seemed to be sure that he would answer like this, and he didn't force it, so he clenched his fists and said: "Then the old man will leave, Master Mo, we will have a meeting later." ”

Mo Wentian also clasped his fists and saluted: "Master Li, the coming day is long, and there will be a period later!" ”

Li Wangqing laughed, turned around and left, he used the magic technique to hurry, the speed was extremely fast, and after a while, he left the top of the mountain and walked out of the end of the line of sight.

Mo Wentian glanced at Ren Pingzhi, who was still depressed, ignored him, and hurried away with his magic technique, preparing to find a hidden place at the bottom of the mountain, release the flying crane, and fly to the mountain with the spirit crane.

In a short moment, the top of Kunshan returned to coldness, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on it, shining on Ren Pingzhi's depressed face, which seemed extremely lonely.

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