Ahead, seven or eight cultivators in green robes had also discovered this side.

They also restrained their breath and probed cautiously in this direction.

"I'm a cultivator who came to Qingmang Mountain to hunt, I don't know where you came from?"

There was a voice from the other side.

"So do we."

Zhao Pu stretched out his hand and pointed to the huge demon beast that Lin Shen was carrying, and spoke loudly.

This demon beast's body, regardless of flesh and blood, can be used for refining materials.

The body of a cold wood ape, packed up, can be worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, several people over there looked at each other, whispered a few words, and then walked over slowly.

They stood vigilantly a few feet away.

Han Muye's gaze swept over several people.

Sure enough, it's a casual practice.

He has been dealing with loose cultivators a lot recently, and he can tell at a glance who is a casual cultivator and who is a sect cultivator.

When a sect practitioner looks at a person, the first thing they look at is their clothing and body shape.

Whether it is standing or standing there, the cultivators of the sect have their own rules and some cooperation.

On the other hand, whether the casual cultivators are dressed or standing, their demeanor is a little vigilant from the bones.

This is the result of a long period of experience.

At this time, Zhao Pu and the three of them stood, Zhao Pu was in front, tall and tall, and took the lead.

Han Muye was in the middle, his hands lowered.

And Lin Shen, who was carrying the demon beast, stood by Han Muye's side in half a step, protecting him.

This kind of standing is by no means a casual practice.

Han Muye can understand it, and the scattered cultivation on the opposite side can understand it.

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend who came to hunt, and it seems that the harvest is good." The fifty-year-old man who led the opposite side swept his gaze, and when he saw the demon beast that Lin Shen was carrying, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke.

Both sides didn't mean to talk to each other, and the old man surnamed Zhu over there communicated with Zhao Pu a little about what monsters he saw here, reminded him of the route, and led the team to carefully staggered by.

Neither side has any intention of cooperating with the other.

Those who walk in the wilderness with people they don't know are certainly not cultivators.

How can such a cultivator live a long life?

"Ladies and gentlemen, our demon beast will not change, I wonder if you are willing to take it away?"

Waiting for the team to take a few steps, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Hearing his words, the crowd turned around.

"This fellow Daoist, I don't know how this cold wood ape is going to get out?"

"We're here to hunt, too, and we don't have any goods with us." The old man surnamed Zhu arched his hand and looked at Han Muyedao.

"You've picked the Puming flowers, three Puming flowers."

Han Muye stretched out three fingers, and then added, "But it will be more than ten years." ”

The old man surnamed Zhu turned his head to take a look, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that Daoyou is still a Dan Dao master, and we picked Pu Ming flowers." ”

The master is not a master, it is polite, but he can sense that they have taken the elixir, and the other party must be a not weak Dan master.

In the cultivation world, especially among the casual cultivators, the reputation of Dan Xiu and instrument cultivation is good.

It is synonymous with injustice.

It's not bad for spirit stones, and it's generous.

Just like this transaction, three elixirs worth more than a hundred spirit stones were exchanged for the corpse of a demon beast at the level of condensation.

Go back and deal with it well, the fur, flesh and bones can be exchanged for at least five hundred spirit stones.

Watching Han Muye and them walk away, the old man surnamed Zhu smiled and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go back to the station to rest, this trip, I didn't expect this unexpected surprise." ”

The others were all laughing, and the two carried the body of the demon beast away.

"Elder Zhu, the direction they are going in seems to be Eagle Sorrow Cliff?" A big man with a longbow turned his head to look at it, frowned, and said, "Those people who asked us yesterday are also going to Eagle Sorrow Cliff, right?" ”

His words made the old man surnamed Zhu frown.

"Let's go, we won't go back to the station, just leave Qingmang Mountain."

"Come back when all these outsiders are gone."

"I always felt that they weren't ordinary cultivators."

As he spoke, the old man surnamed Zhu took the lead in changing the route and quietly led everyone away.

……

Han Muye didn't care what these hunting cultivators thought, and the three of them walked quickly in the dense forest.

"This Pu Ming flower is an important dispensing for refining the Eight Grades of Suhedan."

"If Su Hedan is refined, how can it be worth three or five thousand spirit stones."

It is not unreasonable for Dan masters and refiners to be generous.

If you have the energy and time to break the price of the elixir, it is better to do a good job of alchemy, produce a high-quality pill, and several elixirs are back.

"Senior Brother Han, I've heard about your Dan Dao methods a long time ago."

Zhao Pu looked back at Han Muye and grinned, "It is said that you have also funded a lot of true legends in the sect?" ”

"When I go to Fengshou Mountain, you must lend me a few good pills."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

It's just a gesture.

Those true legends in the sect borrowed the elixir, and when they returned to the sect, they had to pay twice as much with treasures such as meritorious deeds and spirit stones and spiritual materials.

Han Muye made a lot of money in this business.

As for the fallen disciples among them, it can only be regarded as a loss in the investment.

Doing business is always risky.

"Whew-"

A voice came from the dense forest ahead, and a tyrannical aura rushed out of the face.

Zhao Pu let out a low snort, and his body turned into blue light and collided directly.

"Bang-"

A gray light flashed, and a figure several feet long broke into several pieces.

Han Muye and Lin Shen walked over and saw that the roots of the thick bowl were scattered on the ground.

"It's a wood demon."

Zhao Pu looked around, and then said in a deep voice: "This kind of wood monster is the most difficult. ”

"And this kind of monster has a huge root system, I suspect that the mountains and forests within a radius of several miles are all within the entrenchment range of this demon."

In the cultivation world, it is not only all kinds of demon beasts that can cultivate into demons, but also many plants and trees that can also absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn into monsters.

Such monster means are no worse than those demon beasts.

Some have special talents, and they are even extremely difficult.

"Look like it's Mu Jinlan Zhi Chengcheng?" Squatting down, Han Muye held a piece of wood and said with a smile.

"This magnolia branch will condense a kind of magnolia flower, which is hidden under the taproot."

"A golden orchid flower is worth 10,000 spirit stones."

10,000 spirit stones.

For everyone in the Sword Pavilion, it was not a big number.

But this number is that Zhao Pu, who is in the realm, will be tempted.

"Is it really worth 10,000 spirit stones?"

He looked at Han Muye and rubbed his hands.

"Really, I'll take 10,000 spirit stones." Han Muye nodded.

"Haha, okay, then I'll pick this flower." Zhao Pu let out a long laugh, and the vigorous power of earth and stone on his body suddenly appeared.

He stood up and slammed his fist into the rock in front of him.

"Boom-"

Within a radius of ten miles, the rocks and civil trees trembled.

A puff of earth and rocks began to shake.

The old man surnamed Zhu and the others, who were dozens of miles away, turned around, and then ran quickly without hesitation.

This kind of power, at least the pinnacle of foundation building, cannot be provoked.

"Buzz—"

In front of Zhao Pu, countless thick wooden roots danced and wrapped around him.

He laughed and threw another punch, still smashing it on the dirt and rocks in front of him.

"Bang-"

The roots of the trees sprang out of the ground, tangled together, and shivered.

"Listen, I just need that flower, you give it to me."

"Otherwise, you're welcome with my fist."

Looking at the wooden roots stacked together like mountains, Zhao Pu had a sense of the earth's veins on his body, and stepped forward step by step.

The trembling wooden root kept retreating, and when Zhao Pu took ten steps, a slender wooden root held three verdant stamens and sent them to him.

The stamens wafted a faint aura, and a light fragrance emerged.

Only the petals the size of a peach blossom overlap, and there is a warm halo within them.

Zhao Pu grinned, took the stamen, and turned around and walked in front of Han Muye.

"That's right, three hundred-year-old Mujinlan."

Han Muye smiled and carefully packed the stamen into a jade box, then took out seven or eight high-grade spirit stones and handed them to Zhao Pu.

"A hundred-year-old Mu Jinlan is worth this price."

This is an unexpected joy, Zhao Pu has a smile on his face, touches his bald head, and takes the spirit stone with both hands.

He turned to look at the wooden roots that were slowly burrowing into the dirt of the rocks, and threw a spirit stone at it.

"I won't take yours for nothing."

Mu Gen took the spirit stone, waved it lightly a few times, and then slowly disappeared into shape.

About half an hour after Han Muye and the others left this mountain forest, a group of cultivators in black robes quietly arrived.

There were nine of them, and the leader of the group had an old face, but he was tall and tall, with a black sword hanging from his waist.

The other people are not very old, and the breath on their bodies is restrained, and they can still feel the surging power bursting and rolling.

The old man who led the team looked around, raised his hand, and a puff of spiritual light exploded.

In the aura, the picture of Zhao Pu and Mu Gen fighting just now appeared.

"Two fists to suppress the wood demon who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, this guy's cultivation is not bad." A thin young man spoke in a low voice, with a gleam in his eyes.

"It's just average, but it's just a civil engineering that has just entered the realm." Another young man pursed his lips and said lightly: "Isn't this kind of cultivation everywhere in my Zhongzhou?" ”

Zhongzhou.

"Only take Mu Jinlan, it seems that the person who accompanied me is a Dan Master."

"Returned a high-grade spirit stone, these three people are sect cultivators."

The voice was made by a nun in a black robe and a hood.

"And these three sects are not bad in Western Xinjiang."

"Otherwise, I won't be willing to take out a high-grade spirit stone."

"There are few top-grade spirit stones circulating in Western Xinjiang, and high-grade spirit stones are already very valuable."

The nun's words made everyone around them nod.

"The Western Xinjiang Sect is said to have the strongest of the nine major sects." A young man laughed and said, "I don't know if the so-called big sect here can have the strength of a county overlord in Zhongzhou?" ”

The others were just as smiling.

Western Xinjiang, a wild land, if it weren't for the Xuanyang Wei trial mission, how could they pass through the barrier of heaven and earth and come here?

"Don't underestimate anyone, let alone the Land of the Four Domains." Ahead, an old man in a black robe with a black sword hanging from his waist had a calm face and spoke coldly.

His words made several people behind him turn pale and hurriedly bow down.

This Xuanyang Guardian is the certifier of the success or failure of this mission, and he is also the Xuanyang Guardian powerhouse who protects them.

No one dared not listen to his words.

"Let's go, the last place where the rebel army disappeared back then is at the cliff ahead."

"Finding their relics proves that this rebel army has no possibility of inheritance, and this is also the key to your mission in this trial."

After the old man finished speaking, he strode forward.

"My lord, what if, what if the rebel legacy is still there?" The black-clothed nun took a few steps and spoke in a low voice.

The black-robed old man paused.