Three items!

A tattered low-grade magic weapon long sword, a ring stained with meat residue, and a Lu Shi card shattered into a net.

The sword is in tatters, and the hilt of the sword has even been washed away by the sword qi, Mao Zhenhuang secretly said that it was a pity and threw it away.

A new low-grade magic weapon like this can not be more than twenty pieces of Xuanyang Crystal, let alone rags.

This is the result of putting too many talismans at the mouth of the mountain, for such a monk with a seven-eight-fold mandate, one yellow "kill" character is enough, but he has put six of them!

If the value of the other party's Sumeru ring is sorry for his six yellow talismans, Mao Zhenhuang may have the urge to hit the wall.

The faint divine sense swept twice into the ring, and the worry just now disappeared in an instant, and the smile cracked to the back molars again.

Quite fruitful!

It can only be described in that word.

Among the inferior Sumeru rings, except for a small pile of sundries, they were almost filled with silver crystals.

Mao Zhenhuang roughly estimated it, at least two thousand smaller!

This is a remarkable number, because the fat man from a poor background has never seen such a huge sum of money in his life for half his life.

The brilliant silver color rushed his eyes and almost turned into Xuanjing, and he didn't dislike this Sumeru ring full of pickles, and he was fascinated by the fact that his eyes were on his mouth.

This is definitely a hundred times stronger than robbing the monks of the Guanlou Sect, if he can have ten of these fish to bait, he will eat and drink spicy food in the future, and he doesn't need to be cheeky and rely on Shao Hao Feng at all.

Moreover, it also comes with a Tianqing Sect's Heavenly Mandate Period Monk Lu Shi card.

Ma Wuye grass is not fat, and his fat Mao Zhenhuang eyes began to glow.

This Sumeru ring was like a weed rooted in his heart and began to grow wildly, and the ambition in his heart also skyrocketed wildly with the swaying of this weed.

Six days!

Looking for moving prey along the shallow footprints in the black ash, Mao Zhenhuang concocted seven monks of the Heavenly Mandate Period in a row, and when the number of silver crystals in the wine gourd exceeded 10,000, his heart could no longer control his greed.

What is the concept of 10,000 Xuanyang Crystal?

The annual number of monks in the northwest of Daliang is only six Xuanjing, and there are five hundred monks of the five sects like him in the entire northwest of Daliang, to put it mildly, this 10,000 Xuanyang Jingguang can raise an army of 500 Heavenly Destiny monks for three years!

If there is a piece of Xuanjing, he will think about the scene of ten pieces of Xuanjing, when there are a hundred pieces, no matter who will imagine what it will be like when he has a thousand, a truth, when Mao Zhen Huangjiu gourd has 10,000 pieces of Xuanjing, he is also imagining what kind of situation it will be when there are 100,000 Xuanjing in his pocket.

Mao Zhenhuang was no longer satisfied with the speed at which he had slaughtered seven people in six days, Xuanjing was not such a slow accumulation method, and the four Heavenly Mandate Period cultivators were not as strong as he thought, and they might not even have the ability of Zhai Bald to score five points.

The three points are added together to make Mao Zhenhuang not an ordinary expansion.

Guarding a lake, he has lost the patience to fish one by one with a fishing rod, and he wants to change from a fisherman to a fisherman!

Using a net is the most efficient way to catch "fish".

Follow the shallow footprints on the black ash to a mountain crevice, and don't probe inside, there are three yellow "kill" character spells, remember the direction and turn around without stopping, and then find a different way from the chaotic footprints of the earth and then go down, if it is a dead corpse changing a pair of footprints, if it is a mountain crevice and then a yellow charm small three cai array.

In the middle of the day, Mao Zhenhuang could meet seven or eight dead bodies, four or five living people, and more than ten mountain crevices.

The dead body did not have the other party's broken Lu Shi card at all, and it was all looted, and the living man Mao Zhenhuang was too lazy to chase, and the three melons and two dates were a waste of his precious time.

Follow the footprints during the day and collect the net at night.

Just like hunting in the mountains, although you may forget how many "traps" you have placed, you can also recover six or seven of these "traps" in one night.

There are more than 100 Xuanjing crystals, and the fattest one even has 5,000 Xuanyang crystals!

Mao Zhenhuang worked like this for four days, and it was not until there were no scattered footprints within a radius of three miles that he could be considered to have reined in a little.

The situation is good and bad, but on average for four days, he Mao Zhenhuang has earned more than 10,000 Xuanyang Crystals in a day!

It has not been seven days since he came here, from nothing to more than 50,000 Xuanjing in the gourd, and he is holding thirty-five Lushi cards of five sects in his hand, and he threw away the Lushi card of the monk of Guanlou Sect, and there are twenty-nine Lushi cards of the remaining four sects in his hand.

According to Xiang Hanqu's words, how do you say it?

Those who cut ten people can be males and be promoted to the inner door!

Larger can be exchanged for a Tsukidan card in your hand.

Mao Zhenhuang has not been in a week yet, and he has already realized his big words about Han Qu, and he has also obtained all the treatment that a monk in the Heavenly Mandate Period can get.

Reason told him it was time to stop!

But Mao Zhenhuang, who was red-eyed by Xuanjing, was still sensible at this time, and his eyes were full of silver light and broken Lushi cards.

Fifty thousand Xuanjing did not meet the expectation of 100,000 in his heart, and twenty-nine Lushi cards were still half a distance from sixty, but this place was almost killed by him within a radius of five miles, and Mao Zhenhuang could only turn his murderous gaze elsewhere.

Thinking about it, Mao Zhenhuang decided to rub it west according to his previous plan, and he was a little afraid to go to any place on the east side now, and the four monks of the four sects in the past few days accounted for sixty percent of the soap sect in the middle, and it can be seen that the soap sect also launched a sect war like Guanlou.

In addition, in the past few days, the summoning bell of the Guanlou Sect has rang five times, and perhaps he and Han Qu have personally gone to the battlefield in the northeast.

That direction is by no means a good place to get along with!

The destiny of heaven is not terrible, and if you can't build a foundation, you can take a detour, but the Jindan old monster flying in the sky is a mountain and a crack with a wave of his hand, he Mao Zhenhuang is not stupid, stay away from right and wrong, as long as he has enough Xuanjing in his pocket and can take out this mountain range alive, if he can't do it, he can go to learn from Zhai Lao Liu to escape the world, and now these silver bumps in his pocket are enough for his grandson's grandson to be a rich man.

Xuanjing's less is survival, and more is confidence!

Because of this, Mao Zhenhuang didn't listen to the summoning bell of the Guanlou Sect at all, and the birds didn't have any birds.

And there is a mess in the east, if the two sects of Wu State take advantage of this blank period to fill their trouser pockets, Mao Zhenhuang will be in a hurry for them.

Thinking of this, Mao Zhenhuang's eyes were even more blazing with greed, and he was so eager that he didn't even bother to accept the remaining "beast clips", and slipped down the mountain in the northwest direction.

You can't lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds!

This kind of slippery in the gap of the five sects needs the most is time, if the two major sects of the Wu Kingdom also launch a sect war, his Mao Zhenhuang's idea will be instantly pumped into the magma by the powerful sect, and at that time, no one will care about the Xuanjing embedded in the ground, and the crazy war machine will only stare at the heads floating in the mountains.

It took three hours to reach the western edge of the mountain range, but Mao Zhenhuang, who was squatting in a corner, frowned a little when he looked at the silent black ash on the ground.

The west is not the same as the southeast!

There are not so many dense and chaotic footprints, based on one place, there are no ten lines of single line imprints within a radius of three miles, and there are monks riding "big quails" in the sky.

This is an inspection, and it is appropriate to say that the two sects of Wu are monitoring the every move of the three sects of the Great Liang.

That's a terrible thing!

It means that the two sects of Wu State may be pressed by the whole sect at any time.

Seeing this, Mao Zhenhuang's enthusiasm seemed to be poured into his heart like a basin of cold water.

It's not terrible to be crazy like Guanlou and Soap, it's terrible to be this kind of rational opportunism, and only animals like wolves in the world can do this.

Mao Zhenhuang took a long breath and stared at a footprint.

It's challenging!

There are two or three hundred monks in the two sects here, and the monks of the foundation building period account for a large proportion, but if he can get one, even a monk in the Heavenly Mandate period will make his Mao Zhenhuang eat a brain full of fat.

But it will not work here to cast a wide net like to the east, guerrilla warfare, blitzkrieg, and movement warfare are the mainstream on the western side!

Otherwise, those "big quails" flying in the sky can poke him to death.

After all, the legs and feet can't run with wings even if they are fast.