Naturally, Fang Yan didn't know anything about Elder Zhong's anger, and at this time, he was still wandering in this mountain forest with a range of tens of miles, frantically attacking those who were busy fleeing.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the mountains and forests, loud noises rang out in every corner like thunder, scaring those who had not had time to exit like frightened birds, for fear that the next moment the dialect would appear in front of them like ghosts.

And with the passage of time, the loud noise in this mountain forest has finally slowly thinned out. But what is interesting is that at first, there were dozens of people who were unwilling to leave like this, and they found three or two people who were ready to besiege the dialect together, but as more and more people were injured in the forest, there were fewer and fewer people left here. Some of these small groups also began to retreat, for fear that the spiritual weapons they had obtained with great difficulty would also be destroyed, so they did not dare to take this risk, and in the end, they couldn't bear the pressure caused by the serious injury of hundreds of people in Fang Yan and fled one after another.

Two days later, the original lively mountain forest was completely calm. Within a radius of dozens of miles, there is no second person to be found, except for dialects.

Fang Yan sat alone under a big tree, looking at this quiet mountain forest in a daze, and suddenly a feeling of indescribability surged from the bottom of his heart.

Lonely? Lonesome?

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Fang Yan's mouth, and he shook his head helplessly, driving some messy thoughts out of his head, and sighed softly.

Because the news of his strength spread too quickly, Rao was running non-stop in this mountain forest, but it was impossible for him to stop all the hundreds of people in the mountain range, and there were still many lucky people who successfully escaped from his poisonous hands and escaped from the mountain forest. But Rao is like this, and the number of people injured in his hands has also risen from more than 100 people at the beginning to nearly 300 people.

The Yuan Stones in the hands of those who were seriously injured by him were all snatched by him, but what made him a little depressed was that there were still only three spiritual weapons on his body. He didn't get any of the other people's spiritual weapons. Everyone would rather have the artifact destroyed than give it to him.

In fact, if he let those people choose between handing over the spirit weapon and seriously injuring them and destroying their spirit weapon, I am afraid that everyone will choose to hand over the spirit weapon, and in the end, the spirit weapon will not be saved.

However, he was unwilling to do so, and he did not dare to do so.

He had always felt that not beating them up was not enough to vent the anger in his heart, not enough to let the rumor-mongers see his anger. In this way, he had to tell everyone in this mountain range that he was not something to be bullied casually.

Another reason was that he didn't dare to do it. Because he knew very well that in this mountain range, there were countless late-stage people who were several times stronger than him. If he had obtained so many spiritual weapons alone, he would only get into trouble in the end. Once again, it became the target of these people's pursuit.

After all, this is the Qingyun Mountain Range, not outside, if it is outside, he is afraid that he will directly kill the other party and take away his spiritual weapon, and no one knows it.

But although there are no rules in this mountain range, but because of the prohibition of killing, everything he does can't be hidden, if he really takes these people's spiritual weapons, it won't be long before it spreads in the mountain range. It has attracted the jealousy of countless people.

However, Fang Yan also knew that even if he didn't take all of those people's spiritual weapons, the news that he had high-level exercises on him would inevitably attract the crazy pursuit of countless late-stage people. The next thing he had to do was how to deal with those who came later. For the later people, he has no confidence at all.

What surprised him a little was that in the past few days in this mountain forest, he had not met a person with late-stage strength. He was slightly puzzled, after all, in these ten days, the late-stage people with flying spirit beasts were enough to come here from the depths of the mountain range.

However, since there is no late-stage strength of people appearing here, Fang Yan is naturally happy, otherwise, if it is a person with flying spirit beasts, he is really not the opponent of the other party.

Although he didn't meet anyone with late-stage strength at this time, he didn't dare to relax at all, because he knew that at this time, there would definitely be countless late-stage strength people frantically rushing towards this area. In five days at most, they should be in front of him.

Fang Yan suddenly looked around, and after making sure that there was no one within hundreds of feet around, he checked his loot in the same place.

With a flick of his palm, all kinds of small cloth bags flew out of the spatial ring and piled them up in front of him.

These small cloth bags were naturally snatched by him from those seriously injured people, and among these hundreds of small cloth bags, the least was seventy or eighty intermediate yuan stones, and the most was the one he snatched from the young man, which was more than nine thousand. But most of them are around 100 yuan, and the difference is not big.

After quickly counting all the Yuan Stones, Fang Yan's face instantly stiffened.

All the Yuan stones were put together, and they actually filled four big bags. That's nearly 50,000 pieces.

"Fifty thousand?" Looking at the four bulging Yuanshi in front of him, Fang Yan was dumbfounded, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

When he robbed, he just wanted to take a bad breath, but he didn't expect that he would accumulate a lot, and in the end, he actually had such a large fortune. Fifty thousand intermediate Yuan Stones, whether it was before or now, was an astronomical amount for him.

After a long while, Fang Yan slowly came back to his senses, a look of joy flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his palm, he put the three bags of yuan stones into the space ring, and then put the remaining bag into his arms.

He didn't know if there would be any accidents next, but if he was really injured in someone else's hands, and they couldn't find the Yuan Stone from his hands, they would definitely be suspicious.

After packing up the Yuan Stone, he took out the long sword and refined it, and then walked towards the depths of the mountain range with the long sword in his hand.

Now that he has advanced to the mid-stage strength, he naturally has to go to the second-layer area. More importantly, he had to disappear from everyone's sight before countless late-stage people arrived.

For the sake of safety, he still took out all the spiritual weapons that he could use. After all, with one more spiritual weapon in hand, he would have an extra point of self-preservation ability after meeting someone with strength in the later stage.

Because a long sword is no better than a short sword, it cannot be carried in his arms, so he has to prepare it in advance. Otherwise, if he suddenly had an extra long sword in his hand during the fight, I am afraid that anyone would have guessed that he had a treasure like the Space Ring.