On the first task back in Quanzhou, he got 20,000 spirit stones, plus some beast blood, and Yang Quan's mood was quite good.

After all the distribution was over, several people rested in the valley for half a day to recover their mana, and then returned to Shenquan City together.

"Han Daoyou, this mission, if it weren't for your gods, I'm afraid that not only would it be difficult for us to complete the mission, but even our lives would be a little dangerous. ”

When he returned, Deacon Huang deliberately got closer to Yang Quan, such a thank you is actually exaggerated, and it has the meaning of touting, but the meaning of friendship is obvious, Yang Quan's magical powers are indeed a few points more powerful than the monks of the same level, as a deacon of the Shang League, especially a deacon like him who is often sent out to lead the team to solve various things, he is very willing to make friends with a monk like Yang Quan, and when he encounters a more difficult task, or when he encounters a task of assessment, it will be much better.

"Deacon Huang has an overreputation, how can I be called a person who has passed the trial..."Yang Quan is naturally modest a few words, he has been in the world of cultivating immortals for a few years, although he can't talk to people and talk nonsense, but there is no problem in communicating with all kinds of people, Deacon Huang wants to make friends with him, he naturally wants to make friends with the deacon of the Shang Alliance, this kind of person sometimes looks inconspicuous, just a low-level monk like himself, but he has a wide range of contacts, which is exactly what Yang Quan lacks.

Especially when Yang Quan first arrived in Shenquan City, it was also a good thing to know a few more acquaintances, and both sides had a little bit of friendship, so in a few words, the two chatted hotly.

A few people's retreat crossed the sky, Yang Quan and Deacon Huang fought hotly, while the rest of the people were silent, but they were in a good mood, after all, everyone gained a lot from this mission, maybe there were some accidents in the middle, such as Liu Danshi's temporary attack at the beginning, such as Deacon Huang can conceal Lei Peng's information, etc., as long as the final result is good, everyone is still quite satisfied.

On the third day on the way back from Lei Peng Valley, Yang Quan and a few people drove their flying magic weapons back in the air, but suddenly noticed that there was a golden light in front of them, coming straight to a few people, judging from the breath, the people who came seemed to have reached the golden pill stage!

The speed of this golden light, even if Yang Quan saw it, he blinked his eyes a few times, he thought that his extreme speed might not be weaker than the early stage monk of Jindan, but now it seems that in the end, it is still one or two points worse, not enough He thought about it a little, and felt that this was normal, after all, there was a big difference in the realm, and he could only be one or two points short, then it would already be very good.

This golden light was obviously aimed at a few people, which made several people beat a little drum in their hearts, and they didn't know what the reason was.

Deacon Huang's heart also sank, a smile squeezed out of his face, and he saluted the golden light that had stopped, and said, "This senior, dare to ask if there is anything you need to serve?"

Yang Quan and several people also gave a salute, the cultivation of immortals is based on cultivation, and low-level monks do need to salute when they see high-level monks, and like Deacon Huang, several people's hearts are also sinking, and their hearts are full of vigilance for this senior who suddenly blocked their way.

In the world of immortal cultivators, the most worrying and headache for immortal cultivators should be dealing with monks who are more advanced than themselves.

"Serve? ”

The golden light stopped, revealing his figure in front of everyone, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and jade belt, wearing a purple crown, his face was calm and cold, he sneered twice, and looked around several people.

Everyone didn't know why, but they only felt that the middle-aged man's eyes were cloudy, and his eyes were full of strange meaning when he looked at a few people.

"Your surname is Huang, Deacon of the Tiantong Business Alliance?" the middle-aged man asked Deacon Huang, with a hint of coldness in his words.

Deacon Huang's heart jumped suddenly, feeling that something was wrong, but in front of the Jindan monk, even if he had a little bad premonition, he still had a trace of illusion, hoping that he felt wrong.

"Yes, seniors, is there anything that needs to be served? The elders of the younger generation of the clan are doing it in the Shang Alliance..."Deacon Huang said stubbornly, but before he could say his backer, the middle-aged man with the purple crown in the Jindan period made a move, and he raised his hand to throw a treasure.

It was a large golden net, only the size of a palm in the hands of the middle-aged man with a purple crown, but after it was thrown, it quickly expanded, almost covering the small half of the sky, making everyone panic At the same time, they all immediately controlled the light and began to scatter and flee.

From the golden light flying towards a few people, everyone noticed a trace of weirdness and wrongness, and felt that something was wrong, but the Jindan stage monk was right in front of them, and they didn't dare to make any moves in advance, so as not to be self-defeating and really provoke this middle-aged Jindan stage monk.

But now this middle-aged man with a purple crown has already made a move on everyone, and if he is still waiting in place stupidly at this time, those people will really be stupid.

Including Deacon Huang in the center of the golden net, the six of them were almost in a state of mind at this moment, and they all flew rapidly in their respective six directions.

Among them, Yang Quan's speed was the fastest, he was the first target of the golden net, and his speed was much faster than the rest of the people, almost comparable to the Jindan period monks, so with a dodge, he flew out of the range of the big net.

"Huh?!"

The middle-aged purple-crowned monk was a little surprised to see this scene, he had already used his divine sense to scan the cultivation of several people just now, they were all foundation building stage monks, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

But who would have thought that the moment he made a move, the monk of the late stage of foundation building, who didn't care much about him, quickly escaped from the golden net with a speed that was almost not weaker than that of a monk in the Jindan period, which made his heart also skip a beat, thinking that he had met a monk of the same level, and he was slightly distracted.

Originally, the remaining five people, including Deacon Huang, would have been trapped under the attack of the big net this time, but Yang Quan ordered the purple-crowned monk of the Jindan period to distract slightly, and three more people rushed out.

One is Deacon Huang, when the middle-aged man with the purple crown escaped towards them, he was a little uneasy in his heart, several kinds of life-saving escape magic rune paper had been quietly pinched into his hand, the big net was aimed at him, and the others were incidental, according to normal speaking, the few rune paper magic weapons in his hand were not enough for him to escape, but Yang Quan's sudden speed of escape made the Jindan period monk distracted, and really let him escape dangerously.

There were also two people who were already on the periphery of the big net attack, and they also took the opportunity to escape at this time, and there was no doubt that they were all monks in the middle stage of foundation building.

Deacon Huang took out a big net to attack, and he didn't even have the kung fu to get lucky in the secret path in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and threw out a few things, among which three small things that were as black as ink were thrown out and went straight to the middle-aged man with a purple crown.

"Armor-piercing cone!"

The purple-crowned middle-aged man's face sank, and a golden light rushed out of the font, and a magic weapon that could not be seen clearly blocked in front of him.