In the mine, looking at the wailing doorman behind him, the elder was already mad with anger. I didn't even see my opponent, and a few of my own people actually folded in such crude means.

Shaking off the iron clamp on his feet and taking out a swarthy ring ruler, the elder swung forward vigorously, and a strong wind flew out, and the mechanisms that had been arranged were broken one after another wherever he passed.

"You're right after me." The elder turned around and shouted, and the ring ruler swept around, and the vigor shot out like an arrow, but it cleared a safe route for everyone.

Looking at the trap that had been disguised in front of him, the elder sneered, "A little bit of a small way, you also want to stop me." Walk carefully on the path at the edge of the trap, glancing at the disciples behind you from time to time. I am not afraid of these organs, but after all, the people who came with me have low skills, and they still need to protect themselves.

Bang bang bang, a dull sound came.

The elder looked up and saw more than a dozen white stones flying in the air, swaying and falling towards the heads of several people.

"Such a child's trick, dare to be arrogant here." The elder raised his ruler and swiped into the air again and again, and the stone shattered with a roar of energy.

White ash fell one after another, falling on several people. A piece of dust fell right on the elder's hand, and a faint fragrance came. The elder raised his sleeve and sniffed lightly, his face changed drastically, "Be careful of poison." Take the lead in covering your mouth and nose with long sleeves.

Thanks to this person's timely reminder, some of the disciples in the group tore off their shirts, and some raised their wide sleeves to cover their faces, but there was no major problem in the hurry.

Sensing themselves carefully, there was nothing unusual, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not highly poisonous, it was not a big problem for the cultivators.

After walking a few steps, a disciple suddenly scratched his body, but the more he scratched, the more uncomfortable it became, and finally he threw down the long sword in his hand, screaming in his mouth, scratching like crazy, and soon his body was drenched in blood.

Looking at this person's strange behavior, everyone in the group was terrified.

Soon, another person developed this condition, one after another, and more than half of them had symptoms.

The elder was in a hurry, thinking that it must be caused by those strange stones. Suddenly, a clever man remembered that some stone chips had also fallen on his precept-holding hand.

Hurry up to check, sure enough, the hands are already red and swollen, and a numb and itchy feeling comes. It's like having countless ants gnawing and crawling under your skin.

Oh no, the elder secretly exclaimed. I don't know what this poison is, and even cultivators can't resist it.

There were already disciples behind him who couldn't bear it anymore, screaming wildly, and ignoring the elder's reprimand, they took off their clothes as they ran, and fell to the ground rubbing on the hard stones. Some ran farther away, and with a thud the ground cracked and fell into hidden traps.

Seeing the chaos in front of him, the elder couldn't bear it any longer, and regardless of the situation of the disciples behind him, he hurried forward with a ruler. The top priority at the moment is to find the person who set up the mechanism and get the antidote in order to solve the current dilemma.

In a hidden place on the north mountain of the mine, Wu Gen and the others were leisurely drinking a little wine, looking at the situation below.

Shui Congyue frowned, pointed to the bottom and said, "With such ghost tricks, how can there be the joy of fighting. The other side has already lost many people, and they can fight."

Wu Yan and Wu Lao were looking at it with relish, and when they heard this, they turned their heads and looked at Shui Congyue strangely.

Wu Yan coughed, "From the moon, it's superficial. As the old saying goes, if you don't fight, you can take people without a fight, and the way to go to the army.

Fighting is not just a fist, fighting and killing is the courage of a horseman, for a general, when the wisdom is full of changes, and sitting and watching the enemy chief disappear, this is the right way. Don't attack bravely unless you have to, or it will be child's play and your subordinates' lives." new

After Shui Congyue heard it, he did not refute it for the first time. Although this approach is not in line with his own intentions, I have to say that Wu Gan's approach is right. Wouldn't it be better to defeat the enemy without hurting others?

Wu Lao rubbed his hands, and said to Wu Yan with a shy face: "Military advisor, you beauty stripping or something, it's very good, how about Brother Yun."

The medicinal powder that was thrown out with the stone was made by Wu Gan on the basis of the original beauty's undressing, painstaking research, adding seven new ingredients such as Ma Guitou, and refining it for seven hundred and forty-nine days. In addition to being violent, it also smells

Sweet.

People who have been poisoned by the powder, their whole body is itchy, their minds are confused, and then the meridians flow backwards, and even go crazy, which is really a necessary medicine for traveling, killing people, and killing people.

Wu Yan smiled slightly, "Old Wu, your smiling and chaotic soul is also very tight, why don't the two of us change it and communicate with each other."

The reason why those Feiyunmen people who sat quietly in the mine honestly sat in place was not that they didn't want to move, but they didn't dare to move, they were all forcibly fed some kind of poison with a smile and a soul, and when they moved, they would have qi and blood disorders.

"Very good, very good." Wu Liao took out a red porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Wu Gan. Wu Gen also took out a tightly wrapped leather bag and handed it to Wu Liao.

The two glanced at each other, both of them were pleased, and they were like-minded.

Shui Congyue turned his head with disdain, it was really a shame to be with the two.

The elder ran to the doorman sitting on the ground, and his eyes were already a little dizzy. When these men saw their arrival, not only did they not get up to greet them, but they turned their heads and sneered sadly.

"Bold, why hasn't the iron ore been producing for many days, and you and a few others still dare to gather here to drink. Looks like the rules are a little looser." The elder scolded loudly.

The doorman sitting on the ground did not pay attention to the elder, and gradually his eyes turned red, some people grew sickle claws like praying mantises, and some people turned into blue-faced fangs, turning into all kinds of unspeakable monsters, and pressed towards the elder.

The elder gasped, it turned out that these people were all transformed by monsters, so thinking about it, the people stationed here should have been killed by these monsters.

"Evil beast, look for death." The elder let out a loud shout, raised the ring ruler in his hand, and slew at the nearest monster. The monster fell to the ground in response, but it was okay not to make a move, and after a shot, the rest of the monsters rushed up.

In the distance, there was a fluctuating sound of drums, and the monster seemed to have beaten chicken blood, and various methods were frequent.

As the beat of the drums became more intense, the elder also felt tricky. Although these monsters are not strong, they are not afraid of death, and they are in a hurry for a while.

"Old Wu, let me beat the drums." On the top of the mountain, Wu Yan grabbed the drumstick in Wu Lao's hand with great interest.

These people who were laughing and scattered, as the drums sounded, they attacked the elders like crazy. The faster the drum, the more ferocious the shot.

Wu Gen waved the drumstick vigorously, and the people under the mountain moved more and more fiercely, regardless of their own safety, as if they were exchanging their lives for their lives. Some people who broke their legs and hands simply pounced on the elder and bit desperately with their teeth.

In less than a pillar of incense, there was no more complete person in front of the elder. Sitting on the ground, the elder gasped for breath, and his body was also scarred, with large and small wounds on his chest and back.

The rest of the men who came with him died of madness, arrows, or traps, but only three of them had the strength to fight again. Seeing that the elder suddenly went berserk and killed the doorman who was sitting on the ground, these people couldn't help but be frightened and fled towards the entrance.

Shui Congyue sighed and waved his hand, "You two go and clean up the mess, it's really boring to deal with such a half-ruined person."

Wu Lao and Wu Gan naturally wouldn't let these people slip away, and jumped down from the mountain, letting Wu Lao deal with the seriously injured elders, while Wu Gan stopped the others.

Under the joint efforts of the two, everyone in the Feiyun Gate will be destroyed.

It's been more than half a month since the miners fled, and these people must have left the border. Wu Jian discussed with Shui and Wu that after this robbery, Feiyunmen would definitely send more people here, so he might as well take it and leave to avoid its edge.

The trio ransacked the mine, not even the mine. Under the vigorous swing of Wu Lonely and Shui Congyue, the pit collapsed, and it would take a lot of effort to open it again.

A few days later, in a city hundreds of miles away from the destroyed iron mine, Wu Yan was happily counting the thorn jade in the inn. After these robberies, the three of them obtained a total of more than 70 thorn jades, and 25 of them were distributed to Wu Gan.

The continuous robbery of the cultivation sect will inevitably arouse the vigilance of all parties, and Wu Gen is ready to lie dormant for a while. There is just one more thing to do, and that is to help Wu Lone issue the Yijing.

As soon as the door rang, Wu Lonely walked in dejectedly

, and a few rotten vegetable leaves on his body.

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, "Old Wu, it's hard to steal vegetables, why are you so embarrassed."

Wu Liao squatted on the chair, grabbed the teapot on the table and drank it in a big gulp, wiped a handful of water stains on his beard and sighed, "Wu Gan, you can tell me, my intention is fake.

worked hard to dedicate what he had learned, not only did no one appreciate it, but he was also regarded as a liar everywhere. At last the children, when they saw me coming, hurried away like thieves."

Wu Qian refilled a pot of water for Wu Lone, and said, "Old Wu, I remember the first time you gave me the Yijing, how can I not doubt the truth of it. It's not the meaning that is wrong, it's the way to give.

Let's put it this way, if someone wants to publish a book, they have to ask a celebrity to write a page or two of a touting preface, followed by an inscription, and then frame it after it is printed. After squeezing it down, the taste of this book is immediately different.

This is not enough, it is best to use the best red sandalwood as the box, inlaid with gold wire around it, and then match the best green jade for the pendant, put it there, only this box is elegant and noble, and the book inside is not a word of pearl.

So it's still a little hot, and it is written on the cover that this book is only sold in 100 copies. In this way, the book is not only a rare book, but also a rare book. When it's ready, we'll print thousands of copies."

Wu Liao was dumbfounded, and only after a while did he say, "Wu Gan, my brother is really convinced of you today, how can you have so many fancy intestines. Don't be the owner of the village, go and be a businesswoman."

"Little Doyle. Lao Wu, isn't it just that no one wants the Yijing, give it to the younger brother. It's just that." Wu Yan glanced outside, and said in a low voice, "If you can ask Congyue to help endorse you, this matter will be easier to handle. With his handsome appearance, I can't say that half the girls in the city will learn martial arts from you."

"Really?" Wu Lao was overjoyed, "I'm going to beg him, even if I kneel down for him, I have to ask him to help."

Wu Yan stayed in the house uneasily, he didn't know Shui Congyue's temperament, he had always been arrogant, and let him show his face to do such a ridiculous thing, and it was estimated that he would have to be beaten.

After a while, the door opened, and the water strode in from the moon and Wu Lone. Wu Yan shrank back, hid behind the table and sneered, "If Congyue is unwilling, let's think of other ways."

"Who said I didn't want to." Shui Congyue's eyes widened, "Brother Wu's move is benevolent and righteous, seeking a way forward for the world's martial artists, forging swords for countless mortals, and his merits are immeasurable, and he admires it from the moon's heart. Don't talk about endorsements, just let me be a street performer. Shaking the foundation of the world's qi practitioners should start today."

Wu Gan's eyes straightened, when did Shui Congyue speak so well, and glanced at Wu Lonely suspiciously, could it be that this old boy gave Shui Congyue a smile and scattered his soul?

Wu Lonely hid behind Shui Congyue and quietly gave a thumbs up.

"What are you doing in a daze, what do you need me to do, hurry up." Seeing Wu Gan's hesitation, Shui Congyue said impatiently.

"Uh-uh, that's right, we need to recruit some more people besides Congyue." Wu Yan woke up like a dream, and pulled the two of them to discuss in the house.