Wang Jintai's uncle Wang Minghe is the boss of the Xuanling Sword Sect guarding the entire wasteland.

Wang Jintai guarded Qingyun Town by himself, and the resources he collected were enough to practice.

For him, after three or five hundred years, there was no problem at all when he stepped into the Hall of Immortals that only the Human Immortal Realm could enter in the Xuanling Sword Sect.

And he was willing to write a letter of recommendation to Han Muye, and also instructed Han Muye to use the income from the black gold mine to make a difference, which was to value Han Muye's cultivation and combat power.

This is related to Zhao Chen's optimism about Han Muye and investing in advance.

Practitioners should not only look at the present, but also look at the long term.

Three to five hundred years, but just a snap of a finger.

"That's what Senior Brother Wang said." Han Muye nodded.

Han Muye's temperament is quite indisputable.

No matter what the considerations of Wang Jintai are, whether it is writing a letter of recommendation or asking him to do something, it can be regarded as a gesture of concern, and Han Muye will not refuse.

It is said that in the past few years, most of the smuggling cultivators caught in the wasteland have been taken to the Bitter Immortal Domain to mine, and a few of them have been killed.

Han Muye was able to be so nourished as soon as he arrived in the Immortal Realm, mainly because he had set himself up as a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

The Immortal Realm and the Divine Realm have been looking for him, a disciple of the Immortal Venerable, for five million years, and at present, it is safe for him to be a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

The mine was indeed rich, and the ore that was mined eventually loaded into twenty carts.

These unrefined black gold ores take up a lot of space and are extremely heavy, and if they were to be loaded in flying boats, they would probably cost a lot.

Instead, it was cheaper to use a demon beast flame horse-drawn carriage and escort it with a low-level immortal cultivator.

As for loading it in a storage bag and flying thousands of miles directly to trade everywhere, according to what Zhao Chen said, is it worth it?

The fairy space is stable, and the storage space is also suppressed.

A storage bag that could hold so many heavy spiritual materials was already very valuable, and only the Great Monk was qualified to have it.

A great monk takes a storage bag with these things, and then flies thousands of miles to transport the transaction, yes, just give a million reward.

In fact, whether it is the immortal realm or the mundane cultivation realm, it is the same, and the merchants and low-level cultivators still follow the path of being numerous and powerful.

is really a high-level powerhouse, and he doesn't care much about external things, and he carries money and law with him.

The world of the great cultivator is different from the world of the low-level cultivator.

Three days later, the five carts purchased by the Jujin Commercial Bank, a total of twenty-five carts, slowly left Qingyun Town under the escort of hundreds of immortal cultivators.

Han Muye, Zhao Chen and the others also drove the flaming horse and left together.

The flaming horse can travel 30,000 miles a day and carry a weight of 100,000 catties.

Outside Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai stood in front of Qingshi Avenue and watched the convoy go away.

Behind him, stood Zhang Yunji and others.

"If my vision is not bad, Senior Brother Han will definitely soar into the sky."

The convoy walked away, and Wang Jintai looked back at Zhang Yunji.

"Yunji, if you don't understand anything in your cultivation, you can come and ask me."

Zhang Yunji was shocked, his face showed joy, and he bowed down and said, "Disciple understands. ”

That's the benefit of making friends with Uncle Han!

Because he has been close to Han Muye these days, he is now valued by Wang Jintai.

In the future, if Han Muye can have a chance to sit on one side, or if he has enough power in the Xuanling Sword Sect, he Zhang Yunji will have more opportunities.

The other Xuanling Sword Sect disciples around him all showed envy in their eyes.

Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai is the sky.

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The Fuliao Wasteland is vast, and all kinds of monsters and beasts are mixed.

Before leaving Qingyun Town, the caravan had already killed seven or eight demon beasts.

The strength of these demon beasts with low intelligence is average, and they only rushed in accordance with the induction of the power of immortal energy, and as a result, they naturally peeled off their skin and bones.

Immortal cultivators are not very interested in appetite, but it is not impossible.

For example, the steaming soup at this time, in which the qi and blood and demon qi are murmuring, eating a bowl is no different from swallowing a tonic pill.

The Immortal Realm Dan Dao and the Dao of Refining Weapons are not prosperous, and there are not many profound attainments in these two Daos.

First, the resources are sufficient, many immortal medicines can be directly swallowed to improve cultivation, and many spiritual materials can be refined into weapons.

Second, low-level immortal cultivators are not taken seriously, and the big sects will not pour resources into these people.

The resources of Dan Dao and Qi Dao were all grasped by the big forces.

"Brother Han, the Scattered Fire City we are going to now is a big city in the Fuliao Wasteland that focuses on refining weapons."

"The ore from all over the world will be transported over there, and then smelted into spiritual materials suitable for refining into magic weapons and spiritual weapons."

Scattered Fire City is about 300,000 miles away from Qingyun Town, which is not far. At the speed of the flaming horse, it will be there in about ten days.

It is precisely because of this that Han Muye will walk with the caravan.

After sending the Dark Gold Ore to Scattered Fire City, Han Muye would directly use the teleportation array to go directly to Yunlu City.

It was not difficult for Han Muye to fly 80 million miles and cross the Fuliao Wasteland, but outsiders did not dare.

Without the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm, who would dare to cross the wasteland alone?

Han Muye chose to teleport to Scattered Fire City, just because he didn't want to attract too much attention.

Zhao Chen's original itinerary was to transfer a few more towns to defend the city, but in order to go to Yunlu City with Han Muye, he changed his original plan.

Du Sanzhen and the others gathered around, meditating and pranayama while looking around vigilantly.

Among the twenty carts of Wujin ore, the ownership of one cart belongs to Han Muye, and Du Sanzhen is responsible for protecting this cart of ore.

Don't look at the twenty carts mined in the Wujin mine, there are so many carts mined, Wang Jintai and Han Muye can only divide half of them, and each has five carts.

Ninety percent of the remaining ten cartloads of ore will be handed over to the Xuanling Sword Sect.

There is also a cart of proceeds to be used to deal with all parties, and Zhang Yunji and his disciples want to share some soup.

Han Muye sold four of the cars to Zhao Chen like Wang Jintai, exchanged for eight million immortal spirit stones, and kept the remaining one car for himself and took it to Scattered Fire City.

A cart of ore is worth two million fairy stones.

Transported to the Scattered Fire City, it can add another three percent of the profit.

Han Muye didn't care about Sanchengli, he was a little interested in the smelting of Scattered Fire City.

Eight million immortal spirit stones is already a huge amount of money, and ordinary Heavenly Realm immortal cultivators will definitely not be able to take it out.

Han Muye has a background in the Xuanling Sword Sect, so Wang Jintai will share these ores equally with him.

If it is an ordinary immortal cultivator of the outer sect, it would be good to be able to send hundreds of thousands of immortal spirit stones.

The fairy world is the fairy world controlled by the big sects, and the resources are not mined by anyone who wants to.

The caravan moved forward again, encountering demon beasts and some scattered immortal cultivators along the way.

If the monster doesn't come to intrude, the caravan guards won't make a move.

As for the scattered immortal cultivators, some would follow the caravan and hurry together, while others would leave quietly.

"The danger on the wasteland is not only these demon beasts, but also people." Zhao Chen rode on a black flame horse, looked at the three immortal cultivators who flew away, and spoke in a deep voice.

"The three brothers of the Lu family, each of them has the Heaven Realm Yuan Infant Double Cultivation, and their reputation in the wasteland trade road is not good." Behind Zhao Chen, a middle-aged man wearing half armor had murderous intent in his eyes.

The life of a low-level immortal cultivator is not easy.

Struggling with various tasks every day, if you are not careful, you will fall.

Han Muye looked ahead, a smile on his face.

"Boom-"

The three brothers walked fast and retreated quickly.

A group of black horsemen rushed in like a tide, chasing the three figures backwards.

In front of the caravan, two middle-aged guards in half-armor glanced at each other, and rode out: "The caravan of the Jujin Merchant House is here, and those who come stop -"

A golden flag was torn open, and the word "gold" was on it.

On the big golden characters, there is a trace of fairy light.

This banner is still a treasure.

The streamers flashed, protecting the convoy behind.

A calming force fell on the flaming horses who were pulling the carts, quieting these somewhat restless flaming horses.

"It's a wasteland thief." The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen narrowed his eyes.

There are indispensable people in the wasteland who have no business.

Wasteland Thieves are one of them.

"It's only 20,000 miles out of Qingyun Town, and there are such bandits?" Han Muye's face remained unchanged and he spoke softly.

Hearing his words, Zhao Chen shook his head and said helplessly: "Brother Han, the big sect won't care about this. ”

As long as it doesn't hurt the interests of the big sects, whether it's a demon beast or a bandit, it's just a whetstone.

Han Muye, as a high-ranking person, has already seen through this.

When he left the Source Heaven Star Domain, didn't he also arrange for the invasion of the Spirit Armor Demon Clan as a tempering of the cultivation world?

The golden banner was unfurled, and the three brothers of the Lu family who flew away were slightly stunned.

But the violent aura behind him collided, and the three of them glanced at each other, and the killing intent on their bodies floated.

If you don't rush, you will be crushed by the gathered strength of the wasteland bandit army in the rear.

"Get out of the way—"

The leader of the Lu family drank violently, the fairy aura on his body suddenly appeared, the yuan infant was out of his body, and a black war spear with a length of his hand was held, and he rushed directly to the front banner.

The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen had a gleam in his eyes.

Zhao Chen's face was relaxed, and his fingers on the saddle moved slightly.

"Boom-"

The spear slammed into the faint light curtain, and the golden banner rolled up, wrapping the spear.

The face of the boss of the Lu family, who was holding a spear, changed greatly, and he wanted to let go, but found that he couldn't let go at all.

"Hurry up!" He shouted, and several talismans flew out of his body, blasting forward.

The two Lu family brothers in the rear also shot at the same time, and the long knife and a fan smashed down.

But in front of them, three caravan guards rushed out and blocked them in formation.

"Bang-"

The talisman around the boss of the Lu family exploded, but it couldn't hurt the Jujin Banner, the spear had been wrapped in the banner, and the halo on it was about to break.

The boss of the Lu family turned pale, but he couldn't let go of his hands, and the qi, blood, and immortal qi on his body were rapidly extracted by the big banner.

"Roar—"

The black-armored war cavalry rushed to the front, and the army stood in a row, pausing thousands of feet away.

"Jujin Firm?"

"Haha, the old rule, leave thirty percent of the goods, and the convoy will pass."

A tall middle-aged man in black armor with a big sword in his hand smiled, his eyes swept over the convoy, and then his eyes stared at the banner that was holding Boss Lu's spear.

Behind him, figures gathered.

Thirty percent, the old rules.

The caravan walk is about harmony and wealth.

If you hand over 30% of your income, you will basically have no profit, but it is better than losing your life.

On Zhao Chen's side, several guards with dignified aura turned their heads slightly and looked at Zhao Chen.

If it weren't for the leader of the young owner, the caravan might have bargained, and finally handed over about 20% of the goods, and it would have passed.

But today is the leader of the young owner's team, so I don't know if I will pay it.

"Thirty percent is too much, a million fairy spirit stones." Zhao Chen raised his head and said lightly: "Since you say the rules, then follow the rules." ”

As the words fell, he raised his hand a little.

"Bang-"

The golden banner in front of him directly wrenched Boss Lu's spear, and then wrapped his entire body in an inverted roll.

Boss Lu is also in the heavenly realm, but he can be wrapped in the banner, but he can't even escape from the yuanying, and his body turns into dry bones.

This change was only in an instant, and the faces of the other two people of the Lu family changed drastically, and they turned around and were about to flee, when two golden long arrows shot out in the caravan, nailing them.

The white-bearded old man who followed behind Zhao Chen slowly put away his longbow, his face revealing indifference.

One bow and two arrows, kill two heavens.

The three brothers of the Lu family, who were in business, had a major overhaul in the Heavenly Realm, but they died here in an instant.

After killing three people, the white-bearded old man pulled the long bow in his hand again.

The wasteland thieves thousands of zhang away were in a panic, and the black-armored man in the lead had a solemn face, the big sword in his hand was raised, and the blue and black immortal qi on his body condensed into the appearance of a ten-zhang black bear.

Beside him, several Heavenly Realm Wasteland Thieves also connected their qi and blood to the immortal light.

The longbow of the white-bearded old man put a lot of pressure on them.

"Bang-"

The longbow shot a golden arrow, which was stuck five hundred feet away.

The long arrow sank three feet into the ground, and there were five feet left to shake.

"Ben Shaodong's rules, if you want to take this million immortal spirit stones, you need to walk in front of me alive." Zhao Chen raised his hand, and a storage bag was thrown on the ground in front of the Flame Horse.

Provocation!

This is a provocation to the Wasteland Pirates!

Zhao Chen said a word, and the original panic of the wasteland thief turned into anger.

The big sword in the hand of the sword-wielding man in front of him slowly raised and pointed at Zhao Chen.

"It turned out to be the young owner of the Jujin Commercial Bank."

"That's more than three."

With an arrogant look on his face, he raised his hand slightly, and the jet-black war horse that stepped down stepped forward and galloped out.

"If I arrest you, Lao Tzu will ask Jujin Commercial Bank to redeem his life with 30 million!"

"Boom-"

The black war horses gathered, with the black-armored man as the edge of the arrow, turned into a triangular pyramid, and rushed out in an instant.

Behind Zhao Chen, more than a dozen guards rushed out, lined up in a formation of three or three, and waited for the battle.

The big bow in the white-bearded old man's hand turned into a semicircle, and one of the golden arrows shone with dazzling aura.

The immortal cultivators recruited from Qingyun Town all guarded their positions and protected themselves with weapons in their hands.

Du Sanzhen and the others had already surrounded the cart they were going to protect, and their eyes fell on the front.

The figure they saw Han Muye sitting upright, as if he didn't care at all about the black-armored bandits who were like a rolling torrent.

Zhao Chen turned his head slightly and glanced at Han Muye.

In the past, it was the same rule for him to encounter bandits, but he would not be as direct a provocation as he is today.

It's really taking out a million fairy spirit stones.

This time, he needs to show what he's capable of.

Whether it is a transaction or a cooperation, it all requires equal strength.

Han Muye's power to cross the catastrophe on the Yunqi Swamp has been demonstrated, and now, he, Zhao Chen, needs to let Han Muye see that Jujin Commercial Bank, Zhao Chen, is qualified to call him "Brother Han".

"Bang-"

The white-bearded old man shot a long arrow in his hand.

Ahead, the golden banner dissipated in an instant, turning into a golden streamer and attaching to the long arrows that were fired, piercing the void and shooting towards the black-armored warriors who were rushing first.

"Good archery."

Han Muye said lightly.

Zhao Chen chuckled.

"Boom-"

The long arrow flew five hundred zhang and collided with the arrow of the black-armored warrior.

A golden light pierced through the battle array.