I don't know how many years ago, all the large sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm coincidentally issued an indefinite task: regardless of the quantity, regardless of the age of medicine, there is no limit to the acquisition of the unique Purple Qi Zhi in Tianzhu Mountain, and a heavy reward is set up for it.

The rewards include gold and silver treasures, magic weapons and spirit runes, and various pills such as Zhuji Dan.

A 500-year-old Chihuo Zhi can be exchanged for a Tsukidan and a Mountain Gate Token. Anyone who holds a token, even if it is a five-spirit root, can unconditionally worship in the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

If you are lucky enough to pick a thousand-year-old purple qizhi ...... The average person is absolutely dead. Without the cultivation above the foundation, such a heavy treasure cannot be kept at all.

You must know that this is a third-order treasure medicine that even Jindan real people have to compete for.

This kind of uncapped task reward has inspired countless people to dream of making a fortune and cultivating immortals.

For thousands of years, countless chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes, refining qi and dispersing cultivation, building the foundation of Zifu and even Jindan Zhenren, flocked to the periphery of Tianzhu Mountain, regardless of the height of the mountain, climbing up and down between the cliffs, in order to obtain the treasure in their hearts, gambling their own lives.

Just when Zhao Sheng was in a reverie, a sudden shout came from above his head: "Shameless old thief, finally let me find you!" See where you're running today? ”

Zhao Sheng looked up, and a big man with brown hair and a beard about forty years old suddenly met his eyes.

The big man with a face full of anger, stepping on a large sword with a wide door panel at his feet, quickly swooped down towards the cliff.

When Zhao Sheng saw the comer, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and then took a step towards the edge of the cliff

Facing the blowing wind. His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly jumped down.

The body fell freely into the void, and the speed became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced into the clouds, and the shadows of the branches and strange stones that stood between the mountain walls were full of shadows.

Zhao Sheng's body was as agile as an eagle's falcon, easily dodging the branches and earth and rocks that grew horizontally.

After falling to a height of about 10,000 zhang, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his hands, and two pieces of canvas suddenly stretched out from his hands and waist, like two wings. The cloth was swollen high by the wind.

In the next second, Zhao Sheng's descending speed plummeted, and finally caught a glimpse of a mountain rock beam protruding from the cliff wall, and it fell lightly on it.

Without the intention of staying here, Zhao Sheng did not hesitate, connected the dots under his feet, and shot his body like an arrow into the clouds and mist on the side.

Without borrowing strength on the cliff, he crossed the void in the air, and swept across a distance of several hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.

After finding a gap that could accommodate him, Zhao Sheng immediately stopped his body, leaned against the rock wall, easily drilled into it, and then transported the turtle breath gong and entered a state of suspended animation.

At the same time, a strong wind was blowing around, and the strong wind caused the surrounding clouds and mist to flow rapidly.

The next moment, a thunderous roar was sent into his ears with the wind: "Gongsun Sheng, the dragon of the clouds, Lao Tzu remembers you." Sooner or later, I'll catch you, a shameless old thief. ”

Walking the rivers and lakes, prudence first!

It is because Zhao Sheng never uses his real name, and when he meets people, he calls himself Gongsun Sheng, nicknamed Zhuyunlong.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Sheng sighed secretly in his heart: "Alas, isn't it just that Yunlong Jiu transformed a three-hundred-year-old Qingzhi for you, and you can chase me like this." Han Xuanwu, Han Xuanwu, you are too axis! ”

Because he was afraid of being guarded, Zhao Sheng hid in the rock crevice for a whole day.

It wasn't until the mountain wind changed direction and night fell that he sneakily poked his head out and looked around, like a timid groundhog.

Don't dislike him for being so timid, there is a way to be careful to sail a 10,000-year-old ship!

He has seen a lot of scenes of more than 20 years of bloody rain, sneak attacks and killings, waiting for rabbits, and besieging and killing treasures.

Because of an elixir, the medicine pickers met each other and rested until death, which was fierce and tragic, and it was hard to imagine that they did not personally participate in it. The vulgar man dies for wealth, and the bird dies for food, and that's it.

If Zhao Sheng hadn't been extremely cautious, he would have died in some nameless corner twenty years ago.

The probe twitched his nose, smelled the mountain breeze, and felt that there was no "human smell" in the air, and he relaxed. Then he stepped on the void, and his body flew out like an arrow, and he quickly galloped away in a certain direction.

His place of residence changes at any time, and the place he arranged in advance yesterday was dozens of miles away, and it took nearly half an hour to go back and forth on the road alone.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhao Sheng suddenly stopped, and on the cliff under his feet, the vegetation had become sparse, replaced by craggy rocks, black and thin, and extremely desolate in the dark night.

Because of this, outside the mountain wall that is nearly a thousand feet away, the huge spherical flame suspended is particularly conspicuous.

"Haha, the Light Flame Talisman of the Purple Sun Sect? It's a coincidence. ”

Zhao Sheng grinned, he didn't expect to meet a trade fair on the way back to the nest.

He had good luck.

Because the terrain of Tianzhu Mountain is too special, it is very inconvenient for the medicine pickers to climb up and down, and many major sects in the world of cultivating immortals often send a large number of disciples to Tianzhu Mountain to hold temporary trade fairs. In order to facilitate the exchange of materials and cultivation resources in a timely manner.

It's a bit like the relationship between a gold digger and a merchant who sells gold panning tools. The "gold" that gold diggers found at the risk of their lives was earned by the "merchants" who sold tools.

The gold diggers suffered countless casualties, and very few made a fortune, but the "merchants" made a lot of money.

When he approached the trading point within a mile, the people over there also discovered Zhao Sheng.

A mile away is still called a distance? Even in the dark of night, Qi Refining Immortal Cultivators could see it clearly.

After seven or eight breaths, Zhao Sheng stepped onto the stone platform jutting out of the mountain wall, where piles of bonfires had already been erected.

Surrounded by a group of medicine pickers with different expressions and weathered faces, surrounded by the campfire.

The two sides took a look.

Seeing Zhao Sheng coming, the group of people was stunned at first, but soon, someone over there stood up.

"Haha, Gongsun old thief, you dare to show up."

Looking at Han Xuanwu with a hideous expression, Zhao Sheng secretly called unlucky, he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, and this muddy person let himself run into it again.

Han Xuanwu was originally a chivalrous man in the rivers and lakes, but later he had to meet a master to know that he actually had a spiritual root. After the master passed on a method of refining qigong, he drifted away.

Han Xuanwu's cultivation talent was extremely high, and he was able to cultivate to the sixth level of qi refining in just twenty years by himself.

Although he has become an immortal cultivator, Han Xuanwu, who loves martial arts and is obsessed, has always regarded himself as a martial artist, and usually likes to collect all kinds of martial arts.

Three months ago, at a trade fair, Zhao Sheng used his unique mastery of Yunlong Nine Transformations to "exchange" a three-hundred-year-old Qingzhi from Han Xuanwu.

Later, this humil found out that he had been fooled, and he chased and killed Zhao Sheng for three whole months until tonight.

"Han Wu, you don't look at what kind of place this is. Try it out! ”

Zhao Sheng was not afraid of the other party at all, and strode to the fire, facing Han Xuanwu.