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Tang Yuan was puzzled, she didn't know whether this young man was here to seek revenge or to kill people and seize treasures. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's right, this stronghold is three times larger than the one you were in before. Among these dead people, there will inevitably be several times more valuable things on their bodies than in the stronghold where you are. ”

Ling Xiaoye turned his head, looked at Tang Yuan, and continued, "You don't want to go home empty-handed, do you?"

"Well, it's just that it doesn't mean much when I pick up these things. You also know that my retreat no longer exists. ”

"Haha, I can take you somewhere, but only if you listen to me!"

When Tang Yuan heard Ling Xiaoye's words, his heart chuckled, and all kinds of tastes instantly poured into his heart.

For so many years, no one would have spoken to her like this, and no one would have commanded her like this!

But after thinking about it, Tang Yuan understood that this young man's strength could be compared even to the martial artists in the early stage of Lingmingjing. has far exceeded the strength of her real body, so this order, you can only listen to it.

So Tang Yuan nodded and stood up as well.

"You're in charge of looting the loot on that side, and you're not afraid of this bloody scene, I'm sure you've seen it a lot. Ling Xiaoye pointed to the left side below, and then said again: "I'm on the other side." ”

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say. ”

After Tang Yuan finished speaking, he flew down.

Ling Xiaoye went in the opposite direction and quickly flew to the tragic venue.

Now in his heart, he is not afraid that this Tang Yuan will take the valuable treasure and leave quietly. What he was worried about was where that Elder Lei was hiding.

It could be a secret passage in this high mountain, or it could be like the dozen or so Phantom God Realm martial artists before it, coming out of somewhere.

He was afraid that this Elder Lei's way of fighting belonged to the kind of despicable means that secretly hurt people.

After all, a master in the late stage of the Illusory God Realm, if he sneaks up, it will be a headache.

Ling Xiaoye scavenged the bags of those unlucky people from the bloodstains, or weapons and the like.

Of course, what he wants most is still spirit stones, whether they are low-grade or ordinary, they are all scavenged.

This is also for the needs of practicing in the future, according to Ling Xiaoye's own guess, the time it may take to condense the twenty thousand veins and eyes, as well as the spirit stones, is at least a thousand times more than the ten thousand he has condensed now.

And the spirit stones he has on hand may not even be 10 million, and it is estimated that he will not be able to support the goal he wants to achieve.

Nine Heavenly Spiritual Technique, God-level Exercises, the difficulty of cultivation, Ling Xiaoye naturally understood.

And he has to quickly cultivate to the Dacheng realm of the first turn, so that he can reach the second turn, and so on, I'm afraid that Ling Xiaoye hasn't saved enough spirit stones for the first turn yet.

In fact, Ling Xiaoye knew that it was completely possible to use time, a long time, to make up for the massive amount of spirit stones. But he really can't afford to wait, because the time to leave him to go to the Broken Yue Gate and rescue his senior brother is really running out.

It's not that Ling Xiaoye is greedy now, so greedy that he loots the dead people's belongings from the pile of dead people. Rather, he had to do it in order to quickly accumulate the goals he needed to achieve.

So Ling Xiaoye quickly found what he needed from these stumps and broken arms.

Time passed little by little, and the sky began to slowly darken.

At this time, Ling Xiaoye was already stuffed, and he picked up more than a dozen lower-grade Qiankun bags, but unfortunately, the number of spirit stones was really not much, there were many low-grade pills, and there were also weapons and armor of ordinary grade.

Something is better than nothing, Ling Xiaoye can only comfort himself.

Just as he was immersed in searching for the loot, he suddenly sensed a piercing sound of breaking the air suddenly hitting his back.

Ling Xiaoye reacted instantly, his body flashed, and he shook out a distance of ten zhang.

Bang!

At his position, a yellow light quickly hit the ground, blasting out a deep pit three feet wide.

"Could it be that Elder Lei is back?"

Ling Xiaoye looked at the place where the yellow light was emitting with questions.

In the distance, a big snow-white bird was flapping its wings and quickly flew towards Ling Xiaoye.

On the big bird, there was a middle-aged man with gray hair, who closed his eyes and recuperated, but his hands kept making handprints, so that the aura around him began to condense.

The middle-aged man with his eyes closed has a slender scar on his forehead that extends to the tip of his nose, which makes people feel impressed at a glance.

Although this person closed his eyes and ignored the world, his mouth moved: "Who is so bold to kill and injure me when the old man is out?"

Sou!

The snow-white bird, like the snow falcon that Ling Xiaoye had seen, had a sharp beak and a yellow light, breaking through the air.

The speed of the yellow light was very fast, and before the middle-aged man's voice fell, the attack had already been launched.

It's just that this yellow light had long been foreseen by Ling Xiaoye, so it didn't hit it directly, but hit the ground, blasting the stumps and arms of a place into powder, and also punching a big hole in the ground.

"Good boy, you can actually dodge the snow falcon's magical powers repeatedly, your strength is good!"

The middle-aged man's eyes still didn't open, and he said softly: "Very good, it should be possible to make a container with good color." ”

Ling Xiaoye heard this, but he didn't answer, now he expected that this person must be Elder Lei.

But he was still a little worried, because this middle-aged man hadn't really done it yet.

didn't know the details of others, Ling Xiaoye felt that it was better not to make a rash move.

So he looked at the middle-aged man coldly and began to think about how to dodge the next attack of the snow falcon.

But to Ling Xiaoye's surprise, this person patted the snow falcon, and the big bird hung in the air, without going any further, and without sending out any more magical powers to attack Ling Xiaoye.

After a while, this person said leisurely: "Young man, there is a mess here, did you make it?"

"No, but it's pretty much the same. ”

Ling Xiaoye replied with a nonsense.

"Well, the corpses of demon beasts are the most, and most of the wounds of the dead people are also caused by the attacks of demon beasts. The old man presumes that this is not something you can do. ”

Ling Xiaoye listened to the middle-aged man's words and replied with a smile: "Then why don't you guess that it was the demon beast group I attracted to kill your disciples of the Broken Yue Sect?"

"These demon beasts died in an explosion, and they didn't even have a demon core demon pill, it seems that they were hit by the magic flute under the old man. ”

This middle-aged man didn't pay attention to what Ling Xiaoye said, but analyzed it on his own.