In a certain black dense forest, fifteen immortal cultivators walked slowly, led by a middle-aged man in his early forties, tall and thin, with a cold expression, giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.

Four built the foundation, eleven refined, and the middle-aged man's cultivation was the highest, and the foundation was built with four layers.

"Seventh Uncle, we've been here for more than a month, I don't see that there are second-order demon beasts here, I think let's go find it elsewhere! ”

The girl in the yellow dress pouted and complained in a low voice.

"It's only been a little over a month, let's look for it again!"

"But we all ······"

Before she could finish her words, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and whispered, "Be careful, there's something underground." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the ground not far in front of him was uneven, and a scarred yellow giant scorpion emerged from the ground.

The aura of the yellow giant scorpion was sluggish, and it was obvious that it had exhausted its demonic power.

"Second-order low-grade demon scorpion! It seems that it has exhausted its demonic power, and I just lack a second-order spirit worm. ”

The girl in the yellow dress sacrificed a palm-sized yellow cloth bag, which rose in the wind, and came to the top of the yellow demon scorpion's head, and a powerful suction force suddenly appeared, and a large number of flying sand and stones were sucked into the yellow cloth bag.

The yellow demon scorpion let out a strange roar, and some resisted, but it had exhausted its demon power, and it was only in vain to resist.

The girl in the yellow dress pinched it, and the yellow cloth bag lit up with countless yellow runes, spewing out a large yellow glow, covering its body, and the body of the yellow giant scorpion quickly shrank and was included in the yellow cloth bag.

"Hee-hee, after more than a month of turning, I finally gained something. ”

The girl in the yellow dress put away the yellow cloth bag and smiled.

Just then, a rat with two eyes emerged from the ground.

"Second-order double-pupil rats! This is rare, if you sell it, you can sell it for at least eight hundred spirit stones. ”

The smile on the face of the girl in the yellow dress deepened, and she was about to sacrifice a magic weapon to catch the double pupil mouse.

Before she could make a move, the double-pupiled rat burrowed into the ground and disappeared, running away.

"Be careful, someone's coming. ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and his expression was solemn.

It didn't take long for ten immortal cultivators to come up to them, and it was Wang Qingshan and his party.

The double-pupiled rat came out of the ground and crawled back to the spirit beast bag on Wang Qingshan's waist.

Wang Qingshan glanced at the yellow cloth bag in the hand of the girl in the yellow dress, narrowed his eyes, and said politely: "That second-order low-grade demon scorpion is in your hands! ”

"Joke, that demon scorpion doesn't have a name written on it, why should I give it back to you?

The girl in the yellow dress didn't think so, she went around the mountains for more than a month, and found some elixirs for decades, and she had already held her breath, and finally ran into a second-order demon insect whose demonic power was exhausted, and how could she let it out of the fat in her mouth.

When Wang Qingshan heard this, his face turned cold, and he said, "If I want you to give it back to me!"

There are four foundation building monks on the other side, but Wang Qingshan is not afraid at all, when hunting demon beasts, he often encounters this kind of thing, and it is not strange.

"Why should I give you my things? Do you think that because there are too many people, we are afraid of you?"

The girl in the yellow dress had no intention of doing anything, and sacrificed three sparkling flying knives.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qiuming and the other clansmen in the Qi refining period didn't say a word, they each took out a yellow flag, and with a slight flick, a yellow light flew out of it, and eight yellow lights condensed together, turning into a large yellow light curtain, covering them inside.

Wang Qingshan's sword trick pinched, and a crisp sword sound sounded, and nine blue long swords flew out of the cyan sword box on his back, suspended above the yellow light curtain.

Wang Qingjun also took out a crimson flag, and there was a big posture of starting a fight if he didn't agree.

When the middle-aged man saw the nine green flying swords, his face changed, he suddenly thought of something, and ordered the girl in the yellow dress: "Min'er, return the demon scorpion to them." ”

"Seventh Uncle, what are you afraid of them! They only have two foundation building monks, and in terms of numbers, we have more people than them. ”

The middle-aged man glared at her and ordered unceremoniously: "Didn't you hear what I said, return the demon scorpion to them, immediately." ”

"Uncle Seven, why are you so afraid of them?"

The girl in the yellow dress pursed her lips, revealing a bitter gourd face.

"Twelfth sister, they are the people of the Wang family of Qinglian Villa, the leader should be Wang Qingshan, this person is a sword cultivator, he has never been defeated, the Wang family is good at refining puppet beasts, it is rumored that the demon hunting team of the Wang family has a second-order demon beast, quickly return the second-order demon scorpion to them, don't you see that they have already made a defensive formation? ”

A young man in a yellow shirt explained.

Hearing the words "Wang Qingshan", the girl in the yellow skirt changed slightly, and hurriedly sacrificed the yellow cloth bag, and a magic decision hit the yellow cloth bag, releasing the yellow demon scorpion.

Wang Qingshan, the son of the Xiuxian family is known to everyone, it is rumored that Wang Qingshan is a sword cultivator, with a sharp swordsmanship, killing the second-order demon beast is like chopping melons and vegetables, and killing the second-order high-grade demon beast with the power of one person, there is no void under the fame, because a second-order demon scorpion is too stupid to fight with Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingjun sacrificed a yellow cloth bag and put away the yellow demon scorpion.

Wang Qingshan pinched it, and the nine cyan flying swords flew back to the sword box, he hugged his fist at the opposite side, and said politely: "Thank you." ”

The middle-aged man squeezed out a smile on his face, and said politely: "It's all a misunderstanding, we still have something, Taoist friends, please." ”

He waved his hand and backed back with his fellow clansmen on his face.

Wang Qingshan naturally didn't want to be unforgiving, so Wang Qiuming withdrew the formation.

"Uncle Qi, they seem to be afraid of you?"

Wang Qiuming asked curiously.

"Afraid of me, I didn't do anything, Qiu Ming, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must not be unforgiving, if your strength is not enough, don't be rash, you should endure it or endure it, endure it for a while, take a step back and open the sky, and don't be brave. ”

Wang Qingshan said earnestly.

"Got it, Uncle Seven. ”

"Okay, let's go back quickly! This is the territory of the Tang Kingdom after all, don't stay for long. ”

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and led the team away.

At this moment, a huge roar of "boom" came from behind him.

Wang Qingshan subconsciously turned his head to look, and there was a ripple in the thousand-zhang high void, and a blue light appeared, and before the two could breathe, the blue light turned into a blue vortex several feet large.

The blue vortex continued to grow, and blue arcs could be faintly seen, as if something was about to come out.

"What is this? What is this treasure?"

Wang Qingjun's face was full of curiosity, and his expression was a little excited.

Ten breaths later, the whirlpool was the size of a hundred zhang, and a huge golden palace could be seen faintly, looming,

The golden palace seems to be made of some kind of golden jade, crystal clear, and the palace door is full of mysterious runes, flowing up and down, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.

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Chapter 445: Prestige Rises Far Away to Wang Qingshan