Qingyang does not have this kind of problem, he has the space of the drunken immortal gourd, and he can completely transplant the purple veined fruit into the drunken immortal gourd, and wait until the fruit is completely ripe before picking it. Anyway, he is still early from the ninth layer of Qi refining, and when the purple vein fruit is ripe, he may be able to use it.

The value of a ripe purple-veined fruit is about more than three hundred spirit stones, and the value of an unripe purple-veined fruit, even if five are worth one, is not low. I didn't expect that this small depression would have such a harvest, and it was in vain that I had been delayed here for four or five days.

It's just a little regret, after this thing is transplanted to his own drunken immortal space, it is inconvenient for people to see it, and it is not easy to show it to others when he goes out, this purple vein fruit cannot be counted as the result of his own trial, and it will affect the Qingfeng Palace.

After observing for a long time and familiarizing himself with the steps of transplantation, Qingyang bent down and was about to dig up the purple veined fruit, when suddenly there was a movement behind him, and before he could turn around, he heard a rough voice laughing: "Hahahaha...... It's really better to come early than to come by coincidence, I didn't expect that there was a purple vein fruit that was one of the main materials for refining Zhuji Dan here, and we were going to develop this time. ”

Another shrill voice said: "It's a pity that this purple vein fruit is not yet ripe, and now the medicinal power is greatly lost, the combined value of these five fruits is not as good as a ripe fruit, if his year can be twenty or thirty years higher." ”

It was really unfortunate to meet outsiders at this critical time, Qingyang hurriedly turned around, and saw two monks walking this way along the road that Qingyang had opened before. On the left is a stout man, and on the right is a beardless man.

The cultivation of both of them is the fifth level of qi refining, and looking at the clothes they are wearing, it seems that they are disciples of an unknown small sect. The two laughed unscrupulously, and slowly walked towards this side, ignoring Qingyang, the person who discovered the purple vein fruit first.

Also, how could two Qi Refining Fifth Layer Cultivators care about the feelings of a Qi Refining Fourth Layer Cultivator? The stout man on the left continued: "That can't be cheaper for others, this thing can be worth two or three hundred spirit stones." That's good, how can there be a good thing in the world? ”

The bearded man on the right nodded, "That's right, no matter what, this thing is ours." The kid in front of him hasn't run away until now, it seems that he is sacrificing his life and money. ”

The stout man smiled and said: "People die for money, birds die for food, since he sacrifices his life and not wealth, then let's help him, let him lose his wealth and life." Looking at this kid's costume, it seems that he is a disciple of Qingfeng Hall among the Seven Great Immortal Sects, and there may be other good things on his body. ”

"Yes, this kid has such cultivation at a young age, and his potential is not small, it's a pity to die in our hands." The man shook his head and said, as if he really felt sorry for Qingyang.

Listening to the unscrupulous talk between the two, as if Qingyang had become a fish on their chopping board, and could be disposed of at will, Qingyang was immediately laughed at anger and said: "It's really rare, it's so reasonable to grab other things, these two are going to eat me?" ”

Listening to Qingyang's words, the stout man smiled and said, "With just a small fourth-layer Qi refining cultivator, can you escape from the palm of our hands?" Just one person will cook you. ”

"Aren't you afraid that you will trouble you in the Qingfeng Hall in the future?" Qingyang Road.

The two couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, as if Qingyang had told a big joke, for a long time, the man didn't need to say: "The place in the Chaos Demon Valley is so big, there are so many people, there are dangers everywhere, anyone has the possibility of accidents, which trial didn't kill one or two hundred people in the past, and how many people found the murderer in the end?" When we kill you, and we're burying your identifying stuff somewhere, who knows we're doing it? ”

This Qingyang knows something, since it is a trial, it is impossible to have no casualties, and all sects have a certain psychological preparation for this, and they will not find a future account under normal circumstances. Unless the person who was killed has a strong background, the forces behind him are extremely protective, and the murderer has been caught with real evidence, and the elders of the sect cannot support him, he may be retaliated against.

Some monks may have a lot of extra things on their bodies when they go out after the trial, but it doesn't mean that anyone will definitely kill someone. Spirit stones, pills, and even common magic weapons are not clearly marked, and it is impossible to distinguish whose own.

Moreover, this place in the Chaos Demon Valley used to be the residence of the Blood Demon Sect, and then it was the battlefield where the two factions of the right and the devil were fighting, and it was normal to pick up some magic weapons and spirit stones, as long as they prepared in advance, like this headless case, there was no way for people outside to find out.

Then the man didn't give Qingyang another chance, and said directly to the stout man: "We can find here, others may not be able to, it is inevitable that there will be many dreams at night, let's go together, solve this kid first, find a secluded place and then distribute the purple veined fruit." ”

After finishing speaking, the man who didn't need to wave his hand and sacrifice a pair of mandarin ducks, which dispersed in the air, one stabbed at Qingyang's chest, and the other cut at Qingyang's back, and then the stout man was not to be outdone, and sacrificed a two-handed hammer and smashed it towards Qingyang's head.

As early as when these two people appeared, Qingyang was ready to take precautions, but he was attacked by three magic weapons at the same time with one enemy and two, and the other party's cultivation was one level higher than him, although he was prepared, Qingyang was still forced to be in a hurry, if it weren't for the best defensive magic weapon like the forest armor on his body, maybe a big hole would be cut on his back.

However, Qingyang was not powerless to fight back, while he was dodging the opponent's attack, a group of alcoholic bees had already been let out by him, and they rushed up to surround the stout man.

The three purple-backed alcoholic bees equivalent to the middle stage of Qi refining monks and a large swarm of ordinary alcoholic bees were still very threatening to the fifth-layer Qi refining monks, and the stout man could no longer care about attacking Qingyang, so he had to withdraw his hands and deal with the attack of the alcoholic bees with all his might.

The stout man's two-handed mace is obviously a heavy magic weapon, and his attack is mainly based on force, and he is slightly lacking in flexibility, while the drunken bee is agile and agile, and his size is very small, so it is very difficult to hit them. Even if it is hit by a two-handed mace, ordinary alcoholic bees may not be able to bear it, and purple-backed alcoholic bees will only be injured, but they will not die.

The stout man seemed to be facing the spirit insect of the alcoholic bee for the first time, and attacked several times in a row, and found that it was difficult for him to hurt the alcoholic bee, but he was almost in danger several times, and gradually became more and more conservative.