After using four spirit stones in a row, replenishing the true qi in his body to the extent of six or seven percent, Qingyang did not dare to use the spirit stones again, but took another pill to restore his true qi. The four spirit stones have caught up with his income in the cultivation institute for two or three months, and with such consumption, even Qingyang, who is rich in wealth, is extremely distressed.

The main purpose of his use of spirit stones is to keep the true qi in his body sufficient, so as not to give potential enemies a chance to take advantage of it, as long as the true qi is not exhausted, there should be no problem.

Although the speed of the elixir to restore true qi is relatively slow, it is fortunate to be long-lasting and can provide a steady stream of true qi. The time of an hour has quickly arrived, and Qingyang's true qi has dropped to two or three percent, but another wave of monks outside the blood river has already entered the water, and they will soon be able to take over them, the task has been completed, and there is no need to consume any more true qi.

The wave of monks who just came down came from several sects, Qingyang didn't dare to be careless, for fear that some of these people would take advantage of their lack of true qi to suddenly make a move, but until the replacement of the two sides was completed, no one made a move, Qingyang couldn't help but be a little puzzled, could it be that he misunderstood Wei Yufeng, and he didn't plan to make a move on himself at all, but he was suspicious?

But this is a good thing for himself, no one wants someone to always think about him in secret, Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief and followed everyone out of the river of blood.

Although it had only been down for an hour, it felt like several days had passed for Qingyang, and the days under the water were still too difficult for a low-level cultivator like them. After staying below for an hour, Qingyang felt that his whole body and mind were a little tired, no wonder everyone agreed to limit it to one hour, which was almost the limit of a mid-stage Qi refining cultivator.

Qingyang returned to the ranks of the other Qingfeng Hall disciples, said hello to everyone, and found a corner, while resting, slowly recovering his true qi, almost a day and a night passed, Qingyang felt exhausted and returned to a normal state.

On this day, more than 20 trial disciples came from all over the world, but the number was getting smaller and smaller, and it seemed that almost all the people in the vicinity who should know about this matter already knew about it, and then it was relatively far away. During this period, Wei Yufeng organized more than a dozen waves of trial disciples to enter the blood river to crack the formation, and now there are about three hundred people on the shore, at most they can be divided into twenty groups, and in less than a day, it will be Qingyang's turn to launch again.

Everyone knew that in order to break the formation in the secret passage, all the people had to work together, and it was impossible to succeed in a short period of time. The disciples present did not have any objections to Wei Yufeng's arrangement, and no one was deliberately lazy, everything was in order. When it was his turn, he took the initiative to go down to the river, and if it was not his turn, he meditated cross-legged on the shore to recover his true qi.

More than ten days passed quickly, and during this period, Qingyang went down six more times, and the formation outside the secret passage was weakening every day, and now the power was no longer enough than the previous one. Seeing that the secret hall was about to be opened, and the treasure would soon be obtained, everyone was full of energy, the attack was more violent, and the consumption of true qi was faster, and a group of people had to be changed in almost half an hour.

Qingyang estimated that at the current intensity, at most, half a day would be able to completely break the formation, and at that time, everyone would be able to rush in together to find the treasure.

As time passed, the number of monks on the banks of the Blood River reached nearly four hundred, almost half of the number of remaining trial disciples, and the competition would be even more fierce, and many people were preparing in private to show their skills when the secret hall opened.

The only thing that puzzled Qingyang was that Wei Yufeng had never made any small moves towards him, which made Qingyang confused, could it be that he guessed wrong, this Wei Yufeng really had no ill will towards him? If that's the case, what did he say that before? Just to get over the addiction? Or is it to consume your own resources? Seven times before and after, Qingyang had already used more than twenty spirit stones, Qingyang felt that it was impossible, he trusted his instincts very much.

Soon it was Qingyang's turn to go into the water, this may be the last time he came down, but Qingyang didn't dare to be careless, when attacking the formation, he always had a few percent of his spare strength, not only took a pill to restore his true qi, but even held a spiritual stone in his hand to replenish his spiritual power at any time.

Half an hour later, another group of monks came to replace him, and seeing that there were no accidents, Qingyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, jumped out of the deep pit, and walked towards the river as usual.

This road has been traversed by the monks countless times, even with his eyes closed, Qingyang can walk up, the surrounding blood river is red, the visibility is particularly low, and there is no difference between opening his eyes and closing his eyes, and observing the surroundings still depends on divine thoughts.

As he was walking, suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the surrounding water, and then a sharp blade stabbed towards Qingyang. Qingyang was startled in his heart, and hurriedly flashed to the side.

In the low water, because of the fear that the divine thoughts will be lost too quickly, each monk's divine thoughts only reach out two or three zhang range, which is similar to being around the monks, which is not only conducive to the enemy's sneak attack, but also has a short reaction time. Fortunately, Qingyang's spirit has been tense, and when he felt the changes in the water flow around him, he reacted in time, but he was not stabbed by the sharp blade that suddenly appeared.

But before Qingyang's body stopped, two other sharp blades appeared behind him, it seemed that there was more than one enemy who attacked him, Qingyang didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly twisted his body and stopped his body by the potential of the water.

At the moment of the great enemy, it was not the time to consider the loss of divine thoughts, so Qingyang immediately put his divine thoughts to the maximum, covering a range of more than ten zhang around. At this time, the people who attacked Qingyang also gathered, and there were five people in the dead place that was surrounded by the front and back, left and right.

As Qingyang expected, it was Wei Yufeng who took the lead, looking at Qingyang who was surrounded in the middle, Wei Yufeng said: "I didn't expect you to be quite cautious, and I didn't take you down in such a calculation." ”

Wei Yufeng didn't make a move for a long time, that is, there were a lot of calculations in it, and what he said at the beginning, the scout hesitated to do it, just to arouse Qingyang's vigilance, and at the same time let Qingyang keep his spirit tense, and at the same time consume Qingyang's potential. Qingyang is just a fourth-layer Qi refining cultivator, and in the long run, the consumption of spiritual and material aspects is very large, if it weren't for Qingyang's wealth, it is estimated that he has been squeezed almost at this time.

Wei Yufeng felt that at this time, Qingyang's strength should be greatly reduced due to the loss of spirit and material, and he would also relax because he had not encountered danger for a long time, and it was a good time to make a move.