Chen Qinghe sat up from a cave on the edge of the Chiyan Canyon.

Picking truffle fruits was a low-level task, but the Yellow Wind Lord was not to be underestimated, and he had to adjust himself to the best just in case.

At the same time, by the way, he also monitored the whereabouts of the two Ten Thousand Poison disciples to prevent the possible knife from being stabbed in the back.

If they really don't know what to do, Chen Qinghe doesn't mind giving them a ride.

He didn't think that these two young disciples of Ten Thousand Poisons would be able to escape the detection of his divine sense.

At present, that Ten Thousand Poisons disciple is still quite disciplined, and he has long left the detection range of his divine sense, and he has not died by himself.

Chen Qinghe was very satisfied.

After nearly an hour of cultivation and pranayama, he once again refined a lot of the true elements in the primordial gods, and although his current cultivation was still a third-order immortal, he had also made very gratifying progress.

Chen Qinghe felt full of energy and fairy spirit.

It was already afternoon.

The primordial gods of the robber trio represented by Wang Sanshi have been refined by him, and there is still a small part left of each, waiting to be picked up again at any time.

It is worth mentioning that the demon seed rooted in his sea of qi is still sleeping soundly, and has not come to snatch the primordial god.

Chen Qinghe felt that Ding Yangqiu's old man was very wrong.

Or rather, the wine he gave himself to drink, something was wrong.

He even had a faint intuition that Old Man Ding might be the Demon Dao cultivator that everyone in the Immortal Alliance shouted at, and that wine was probably the secret medicine that the Demon Cultivator used to restrain the Demon Seed.

Otherwise, why did the demon seed fall into a drunken slumber since drinking this wine?

As for the reason for improving cultivation, it is just the additional effect of this secret wine.

Of course.

This is just Chen Qinghe's irresponsible speculation, if he can meet again, he decided to be open and honest and have a good chat with Old Man Ding.

After all, Chen Qinghe was not a defender, and he was even very interested in the exercises of demon cultivation.

If he could, Chen Qinghe didn't mind planning to ask him for advice.

Even if it doesn't work, it's good to ask for some more wine to drink.

What Chen Qinghe didn't know was that at this time, Hongyan City, a hundred miles away, was already plastered with notices to arrest him.

The whole territory offered a reward for the Jiangyang thief "Chen Youmao" who was wanted to kill officers and soldiers, and attached a portrait of Chen Qinghe, with seven or eight points similar between his eyebrows and eyes, and even the cat in his arms was also drawn as an important feature.

There was no way, the Junjie brother of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate only knew Chen Qinghe's surname, and after reporting to the official, he made his own decision and gave him a new name.

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Half an hour later, Chen Qinghe successfully came to the hinterland of Chiyan Canyon.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of gravel and desolate.

The truffle fruit was not difficult to find, and after releasing his divine sense, Chen Qinghe easily noticed that a small spike had emerged hundreds of meters in front of the left, which was earthy yellow in color, and blended into the surrounding sand.

If you don't look closely, you can easily ignore it.

That's probably the part of the truffle fruit that is responsible for absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon?

Chen Qinghe walked closer, took out the very useful Fang Tian painting halberd, and planed it.

Not to mention, this halberd is also quite handy when used as a shovel.

Chen Qinghe secretly thought that the scholar had helped him quite a lot, not only telling him a lot of knowledge about the immortal world, but also leaving a lot of useful things.

Even the current Chen Qinghe's transmission jade plate is also due to him.

What a man!

I just don't know where he got such a big guy with good materials as a scholar.

I guess it's also to make it easier to do some work like cutting large monsters or digging medicinal herbs from the ground, right?

Chen Qinghe silently prayed for him in his heart, hoping that he could die early and be reborn.

It's a pity that the primordial god was swallowed, which was the end of the destruction of the form and god, and it was impossible to be reborn.

While shaving fruits, Chen Qinghe secretly thought, most of his primordial gods were devoured by the demon seed, and he who had already entered the demon could be regarded as seeking benevolence and living in another form, right?

In order to avoid the fruit being sheathed, Chen Qinghe's movements were very gentle, and a smile appeared on the corner of Chen Qinghe's mouth when he saw a large bunch of truffle fruits like grapes exposed to the air.

There are at least forty or fifty fruits in this large bunch, and according to the ratio of three to one, it can probably be exchanged for more than a dozen lower-grade spirit stones.

Although it was only the price of Boss Chen's overnight stay in the inn, he was still slightly surprised that he could dig up so much so easily.

If you don't stop all afternoon, don't say much, dig him ten strings and eight strings, then more than 100 spirit stones will arrive, which is quite a good harvest.

I'm thinking about these things that I don't have.

Suddenly, a large bag suddenly bulged out of the sand a few feet in front of him, and before Chen Qinghe could observe, a black scorpion several feet long suddenly jumped out of the sandbag, wagging its thick and hard tail and flew over.

Chen Qinghe didn't have time to draw his sword, picked up Fang Tian's painting halberd, and smashed it on the hard shell behind the scorpion.

The black scorpion fell in response to the sound and fell under Chen Qinghe's feet, twisting his body.

"Hey, you're not dead?" Chen Qinghe was slightly surprised.

He used three or four percent of his strength to use this halberd, although he slapped the hard shell behind the scorpion into pieces, but he failed to kill it.

Obviously, this scorpion has extremely strong vitality.

Chen Qinghe suddenly realized, no wonder that no one took on the task of picking truffle fruits, which was easy and not too little.

I'm afraid that near every bunch of truffle fruits, there are such small scorpions guarding them.

It's not too small to say small, the size of this scorpion is probably the same as the giant rabbit that Chen Qinghe had barbecued before, and the tail needle alone is a few feet long, as straight as a short dagger.

Once they encounter a human immortal cultivator digging for fruit, they will be like dogs guarding their food, pouting their tails and pricking them up.

From its thick tail pin, which glowed blue in the sun, it was not difficult to tell that this thing was poisonous.

If you are stung, you must not be swollen with a fist-sized pustule?

Of course, this is for Chen Qinghe.

If it is an ordinary low-level immortal, if you suffer this time, I am afraid that you will be poisoned to death.

It's still dangerous.

Chen Qinghe thought to himself, these black scorpions should be the descendants of the Yellow Wind Lord, and they belonged to the specialty of the Chiyan Canyon, at least he had not encountered them in the jungle outside the canyon.

"Since there are not many immortals who come to Chiyan Canyon, this dagger-like tail needle should be able to sell for a good price?" Chen Qinghe stepped on the scorpion's ***, and with a click, it was broken in two, and he couldn't twist it anymore.

After rudely pulling out the tail pin and stuffing it into the storage ring, Chen Qinghe casually took the amber, walnut-sized demon pill in his arms.

Click, click!

The cat hugged the demon pill and ate very happily, and its two eyes were bent into crescents.

It felt that it might be more and more inseparable from this man......

Meow!

Seeing that Chen Qinghe's eyes were forgotten, the cat barked obediently.

Chen Qinghe touched its little head dotingly, and then released his divine sense again, scanning the radius of several miles.

Soon, he had his next goal.

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I have to say that Chen Qinghe's efficiency in picking truffle fruits is simply ridiculously high.

He didn't deliberately look for those poisonous scorpions at all, his consciousness spread, and when he found the truffle fruit, he ran over, took Fang Tian's halberd and began to plan, and when he encountered the poisonous scorpion that was rising, he took it down with a halberd.

Hit every shot, tried and tested.

After tossing for half an afternoon, until it was almost dusk, Chen Qinghe had already stored more than a dozen strings of truffle fruits and more than 20 scorpion tail needles in his ring.

As for the demon pill, it was all swallowed by the cat.

What is amazing is that after gnawing more than 20 demon pills one after another, it did not show the slightest sign of being full, and it still did not refuse.

As long as you are willing to give, you can eat as much as you want.

Even later, whenever Chen Qinghe killed a scorpion, the cat took the initiative to pounce on it and dig out the demon pill by himself.

Don't think of yourself as an outsider at all.

A black scorpion's demon pill is worth about five or six lower-grade spirit stones, and if the previous demon leopard is also counted, this gluttonous cat has probably eaten nearly two hundred lower-grade spirit stones in Chen Qinghe in two or three days.

What a loser!

Two hundred lower-grade spirit stones is not a small number.

Take the previous Miss Lian'er who made a living from technology.

When she goes to work, in addition to having to perform with great effort, she also has to endure the strange habits of various customers and the sense of humiliation from her heart, how difficult it is!

Despite this, a month of hard work may not be able to earn two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Chen Qinghe couldn't help but secretly think that if he had the opportunity, he might as well take care of her business.

Think of it as charity.

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