As soon as Steward Wang died, Wu Tao hurriedly and skillfully cleaned up the traces of the surrounding fighting techniques.

Then he withdrew the three-pole water and fire sword array and left quickly.

After all, Steward Wang is a disciple of the Qingling Sect, and if he stays here for too long, something will inevitably happen. Therefore, Wu Tao made a quick decision and directly used the three-pole water and fire sword formation.

"It's been three years, and Steward Wang hasn't made any progress at all!"

"Three years ago, it was the seventh layer of gas refining, and three years later, it will still be the seventh layer of gas refining?"

On the way back, Wu Tao was secretly suspicious, but he quickly figured it out, and in the late stage of qi refining, it was not a strange thing to break through one layer in three or five years, unless it was the pride of the sky.

But if the king steward was the pride of the sky, he would not be a steward in a bitter cold place like the mine, but would concentrate on cultivation in the Qingling Sect, and he would not have to earn cultivation resources by himself, and the sect would be able to satisfy everything.

However, on the whole, to get back what belongs to him, Wu Tao finally has a clear idea.

Steward Wang only owed Wu Tao twenty lower-grade spirit stones.

A disciple of the Qingling Sect's main sect like Steward Wang would never look at loose cultivation as a human being.

Not only Qingling Sect, but also Wuquan Mountain, from the last Soul Eater incident, Wu Tao understood that this kind of immortal sect would not treat loose cultivation as a human being.

Dead is like an ant dead, insignificant.

Therefore, they have developed a lofty attitude, twenty low-grade spirit stones, you said that your king is in charge, and there is no shortage of this spirit stone, isn't it okay to give it at that time?

Otherwise, how could it end up in today's life and death.

Twenty lower-grade spirit stones, or the money for a meal in charge of the king, but it was Wu Tao's life-saving money at that time.

"Also, most of their wealth is oppressed from the scattered cultivators, but they never think so, but feel that the scattered cultivators rely on them to survive in this dangerous world of immortal cultivation."

Wu Tao did not go back to the East Outer City, but saw that there was still enough time, so he went around the field directly and returned to the West Inner City.

On the way, he performed several bone shifting techniques in a row, and changed several vests.

With such caution, he returned to the West Inner City.

"In this case, the death of the king's steward should not be traced back to me." Wu Tao thought to himself in his heart.

Back on the rented street, Wu Tao found a place where no one was around, restored to his original appearance, and then went home.

It's been a month, although he said that he would come back in a month, but he went to such a dangerous thing, the other party is still Qingling Sect, Chen Yao must be worried to death.

Sure enough, as soon as Wu Tao opened the door, Chen Yao heard the sound of opening the door, and immediately stopped in the middle of cultivation, ran out, and when he saw Wu Tao, he cried with joy and threw himself into Wu Tao's arms like a bird throwing into the forest.

"Senior brother, you're finally back...... Whining...... You don't know how worried I am about you......" Chen Yao snorted.

Wu Tao hugged her, patted her on the back, and said, "I'm back, the matter is settled!" ”

After Chen Yao's mood stabilized, Chen Yao went to cook, while Wu Tao came to the cultivation room to check the storage bag of the Wang Steward, and after killing the Wang Steward, Wu Tao quickly left the battlefield, and there was no time to count the harvest.

Isn't that a joke to count the harvest on the battlefield ?!

Too dangerous.

Wu Tao looked at the storage bag in his hand, and felt a slight frown, it's not that the storage bag is prohibited, he can't open it, etc., with the death of Steward Wang, the divine thought brand he left in the storage bag will die out.

What made Wu Tao frown was that there was a logo of the Qingling Sect on the storage bag.

This sign, with his current means, cannot be removed, which means that this storage bag cannot see the light, cannot be used by himself, and cannot be sold.

"These immortal sects, one by one, really have a lot of hearts." Wu Tao felt a little helpless.

Wu Tao dispelled the helplessness in his heart, and his mind reached into the storage bag, his eyes were a little moved, this storage bag was actually a storage bag in the Bafang space.

The value of this storage bag alone is no less than that of a first-order ninth-order magic weapon.

But there is an anti-counterfeiting mark of the Qingling Sect, even if he wants to use it, he doesn't dare.

"What a fuck!"

Wu Tao scolded secretly, the storage bag was classified, he directly poured out all the spirit stones first, and there was a pile of spirit stones on the ground in front of him.

Wu Tao's divine thoughts swept over the pile of spirit stones, and immediately the number of these pile of spirit stones was already reflected in his heart.

This pile of spirit stones totaled three hundred and twenty-one medium-grade spirit stones.

Wu Tao took out twenty low-grade spirit stones from them and said, "Steward Wang, you owe me spirit stones, and you will pay them back." ”

"I owe my life, and I pay it back."

Then, he looked at the remaining spirit stones and said, "The contents of this storage bag, and the remaining spirit stones, will be counted as my shooting fee, reminder fee, travel fee, mental loss fee, and finally the cost of cremating you, lest you throw your corpse into the wilderness and be ruined by demon beasts and beasts, no need to thank ......."

"More than 300 medium-grade spirit stone ......"

"This is a lot, it's not that the disciples of the Qingling Sect are poor, it's that they have a stable income, a stable supply of magic weapons, pills, and spells, and they don't need to store a large number of spirit stones on their bodies, but exchange these spirit stones for resources that can be used for cultivation and cultivation, like this ......"

Wu Tao's mind moved, and three jade bottles appeared in his palm.

He gently opened the cork of one of the jade bottles, and when he landed, a scent of pills permeated the air, and he poured the jade bottles and poured out a cyan pill in the palm of his hand.

On the cyan elixir, there is a cloud pattern, round and introverted, exuding a surging spiritual rhyme, Wu Tao raised his palm, slowly put it under his nose and smelled it, as soon as he smelled it, he knew it in his heart.

"This elixir is much better than the Purple Spirit Pill."

Wu Tao had already heard in the market that the disciples of such immortal sects as Wuquan Mountain and Qingling Sect all had special elixirs to supply and practice, Wuquan Mountain's name was Wuqi Dan, and Qingling Sect's name was Qingling Pill.

"This should be the Qingling Pill, which is only supplied within the sect, and cannot be purchased by external casual cultivation. The best elixir, of course, is to enjoy it yourself......"

"Here are three bottles of Qingling Pill, one bottle of ten pills."

"This value should be dozens of times that of the Purple Spirit Pill...... The most important thing is that there is no way to buy it......"

"Wait a minute, try to use this Qingling Pill to cultivate, and see how the effect is......"

Wu Tao put the Qingling Pill into his five-party storage bag, which was the storage bag that Zhou Du gave him, and then his divine thoughts probed into the storage bag of Steward Wang.

"Huh!"

Wu Tao's eyes moved, and his mouth couldn't help but let out a suspicious sound, because in his divine thoughts, in the storage bag, something familiar was reflected in his divine thoughts......

"This ...... Unexpectedly, I went around and around, and in the end, it came back to my hands, and I have to say that this fate is really wonderful......"

……