In the afterglow of the setting sun, Han Yu carried a human head that was still oozing blood in his hand and fled into the distance.

The other party was seriously injured, and Han Yu used the means of sneak attack, Qingteng was entangled, Qingluo and the golden knife came out together, and the monk died in his hands without the slightest reaction time.

After half an hour, Han Yu came to a canyon and threw his body down.

It is very likely that those demon monks were tracked according to the remnants of the corpse, and he was directly thrown into a canyon a hundred feet deep, which can be regarded as a preservation measure.

Looking at the falling clouds and mist of the corpse, Han Yu quietly returned to the stone pile.

He took most of the puppets back and meditated in the rocks, waiting for the one-month period to end.

A month later, Han Yu quietly appeared in his camp.

After a little inquiry, some monks had already returned to the main formation, but there were still a small number of monks who had not returned. Those returning monks were a little surprised to see Han Yu return safely, but they didn't care too much when they saw that Han Yu was not carrying a human head in his hand.

Han Yu frowned slightly when he saw their somewhat surprised eyes. Of course, he didn't care what others thought, and flew straight towards the fortress.

After entering the city, he came to the central stone tower, inquired about it, went to the fifth floor, and saw the black plaque on it - Ming Gong Hall.

Han Yu unceremoniously pushed the door in, and the room was bustling and lively, there were seven or eight monks boasting triumphantly, and there were a few bloody hideous heads randomly placed on the stone platform beside them.

There are also some foundation building monks who have not gained anything, who are currying favor around them, and they all want to join the hunting team of the strong.

In the hall, there is an old woman with gray hair and dark blue eyes, who is identifying the head of the stone platform and distributing contribution points.

It seemed that Han Yu's face was a little unfamiliar, and the eyes of the cultivators swept over, and then withdrew their gaze.

Han Yu touched his nose, retreated first, flew towards the camp of the Imperial Sword Sect, and found Lexing.

"Childe!" As soon as Han Yu landed, Le Xing came over eagerly.

Han Yu knew that he had gained something when he looked at him, so he made a color to him and walked towards his house.

Han Yu didn't have anything when he entered the house, and asked bluntly, "Is there anything to gain from this trip?"

"Childe, you borrowed my Silver Tiger puppet to exert your might, and instantly killed two monks who had completed Qi refining, and I exchanged it for forty contribution points. Le Xing hurriedly said respectfully, then took out two storage bags from his arms and placed them on the stone table.

"Didn't you say it, the storage bag belongs to you, and the rare materials you encounter belong to me. I believe you. Han Yu handed the two storage bags to Le Xing as he spoke, and said lightly.

This is also a means of the royal majesty, and you can't be too mean to people. If you eat meat yourself, you must always give it a mouthful of soup, otherwise you won't die next time.

Le Xing accepted it with emotion, and asked a little excitedly: "Childe, what are you going to exchange for these forty contribution points, you tell me about it, and I'll do it now." ”

"There is no urgency in this matter, I will inform you tomorrow. By the way, you tell me the details, I want to know what consumables the puppet used, and I'm going to replenish them. Han Yu thought for a while and said.

"Obey the order, Childe, I'm the same as usual..."Le Xing hurriedly explained the situation that day in great detail.

Han Yu nodded as he spoke, asked some more details, picked up the puppet and looked at it carefully a few times before leaving satisfied.

The silver puppet had been modified by it, and its strength was not bad, but it was still beyond his expectation that it could kill two Qi Refining Perfection Cultivators at once.

It seems that he still underestimated the power of the puppet after refining the soul.

Without the command of his divine thoughts, he can rely on his remaining instincts to fight, and every shot is a powerful killing move. The sharp blade hidden in the tiger's claws, the silver needle as thin as a cow's hair, and the venom from the giant snake are all skillfully used.

Han Yu glanced at it with satisfaction, he had just collected five foundation-building souls from the battlefield, and they were still hot, which should be able to increase the success rate of the puppet.

The head in his hand can now be exchanged for 1,000 contribution points, and he can exchange a lot of materials, which should be able to refine a few second-order puppets.

Thinking about it, Han Yu went to his stone house to meditate and cultivate, and waited until sunset and dusk before returning to the central stone tower.

The two monks in front of the stone platform were whispering something to the old woman, as if they were bargaining, but when they saw Han Yu coming in, the three of them subconsciously glanced back.

The flesh on the old woman's face was loose, her expression was indifferent, and she withdrew her gaze after glancing at Han Yu. The two monks, one of whom also looked to be in his thirties, had a fair face but two fingers were missing from his hands, while the other was dark-skinned and held a black paper fan.

The two of them glanced at Han Yu with some curiosity, obviously neither of them knew the unfamiliar cultivator. But the monks who can come to the Ming Gong Hall are not unknown, but seeing that Han Yu did not mention the head in his hand, is he here to ask about the rules.

"Are you here to exchange for items?" the old woman glanced at Han Yu and said lightly.

"Last month, I killed the Demon Dao Monk in Wanmayuan, and I wanted to exchange it for contribution points. Han Yu glanced at the old woman and said calmly, the old woman is also in the later stage of foundation building, so she is naturally too respectful.

"Well, wait a minute. The old woman said in a hoarse voice, raising her head to look at the two disciples in front of her.

"I've said it many times that you can't get rid of contribution points to exchange items. Although we are in the same family, I can't cheat for personal gain, so you better go back first. The old woman looked at the two calmly and said so.

The two of them changed their faces when they heard this, and they just gave up their hands helplessly and stepped aside.

Seeing that both of them were standing aside, the old woman set her eyes on Han Yu.

Han Yu understood, walked to the stone platform, took out five wooden boxes from the storage bag, and then opened them in turn, and inside were five frozen human heads.

"No, could it be that these five are all foundation building monks?" the man with severed fingers glanced at him, his eyes froze, and he said in horror.

"What, wouldn't it?" the man with the folding fan in his hand was about to leave, and he glanced back at this.

Han Yu frowned slightly, but he didn't explain anything, and stood in front of the stone platform with a calm expression.

The old woman glanced at Han Yu again, then took out a jade stick from her arms and said, "Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment, I want to appraise it." ”

The old woman used a fireball to dissolve the cold ice outside, and gently pointed the jade rod on the skull, and the hideous skull was glowing with blue light.

After some examination, four of the old woman's heads were blue and one was yellow. Han Yu glanced at it, and he knew it in his heart.

"After the identification, these five people are all foundation-building monks of the Demon Dao, four in the early stage, one in the middle stage, and one in the middle stage, with a contribution point of 1,000. The old woman put away the jade stick and nodded, and then took out a golden jade pen.

Han Yu immediately took out the token and handed it over.

The old woman nodded, the jade pen in her hand flashed, and a golden light fell into the token. Han Yu's divine sense swept away, and he had an extra thousand contribution points.

"Thank you. The expression on Han Yu's face remained unchanged, and he arched his hand and said.

The old woman took a look, and immediately took five heads together and sealed them in a storage bag.

Han Yu thought about it, took out a bunch of magic weapons from the storage bag, and pushed them in front of the old woman: "How many contribution points can these be exchanged for?"

The old woman's expression moved, and she slowly began to identify.

After half an hour, Han Yu's token had more than two hundred contribution points, and then he picked up the jade book to select items.

After a while, Han Yu selected a large number of raw materials for magic weapons, and the essence of those flowers was contributed, and then he wanted to turn around and leave with satisfaction.

"Hehe, this junior brother can kill five foundation building demons, and his supernatural powers are really good. Seeing that the junior disciple is a bit of a face, it must be a disciple who has just come to the front line, I don't know which master's disciple?" the monk with the severed finger suddenly asked.

"Oh, Han Yu of the Lower Edgeworth Sect. Han Yu frowned and said coldly.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Han, and we are disciples of Baiyun Pavilion. Our brother has also killed many Demon Dao monks, and he is quite experienced in dealing with the enemy, but whether the junior brother is interested in teaming up with the two of us, the three of us join forces, even the Demon Dao monks in the late stage of foundation building can be killed. The man with severed fingers didn't seem to see the indifferent expression on Han Yu's face, and said very enthusiastically.

"Please forgive me, two senior brothers, I already have a fixed team. Han Yu coldly refused, he didn't even believe in the monks of his own sect, how could he trust others?

"Well, that's a shame. I don't know if the junior brother can leave the magic weapon talisman of the sound transmission type, and we will support each other in Wanmayuan. When the man with the severed finger heard this, he hurriedly said again.

The man on the side also looked at Han Yu with a little expectation, but he didn't say anything to persuade him, obviously with the man with the severed finger as the leader.