There have always been many fools in the Guanlou Sect, especially this kind of outer disciple who carries a long sword.

Mao Zhenhuang's old technique was repeated, and he picked a place with a light source, and after wandering around the north side of the mountain range for two hours, he had earned nearly five hundred Xuanyang Jingguang.

And when he stuck the war knife on the neck of the person of the same sect and failed to rob once, Mao Zhenhuang began to think about a question.

Which sect is he not good, if he is not a Ya, he must be from the Guanlou Sect!

He originally thought that Zhengxiao was the most faceful melon among the five sect monks, but where did he think that the Guanlou was not strong, especially this group of people with swords in their hands, they basically grabbed one by one.

If he Mao Zhenhuang was a monk of the Sect, after wandering for so many hours, it was estimated that there would be at least twenty more souls of the Heavenly Mandate Period monks of the Guanlou Sect under the knife.

"Alas, I'm still poor, and it's a little early to start, and it's not time for the actual harvest. ”

Mao Zhenhuang squatted in a dark corner, looking at a monk of the Guanlou Sect who was still stunned and using his long sword to pick out the Xuanjing from the mouth of the magma, and muttered.

Don't look at the silver around him, but the other party can have more than a dozen stable Xuanjing in his pocket, and this kind of second goods that specifically pick a big Xuanjing to pick out suddenly made him lack interest, and he even felt bored until now, and he was even lazy to start.

Mao Zhenhuang sighed, turned around and walked towards the mountain range, without disturbing the second fool who was struggling at the mouth of the magma.

After three days, if there is still a monk of the Guanlou Sect squatting at the mouth of the magma, he Mao Zhenhuang doesn't mind looking back and re-harvesting the old trick again, and at that time, the Xuanjing obtained by grabbing it once is estimated to make him moved.

Now his swollen heart is a little disdainful of Xuanyang Jingcan, which is below a hundred.

And if you can't look at it, you can't continue to wander on the north side, this is the scope of the Guanlou Sect, all of which have been cleaned up with each other, where can there be a lot of money to make, and people with a lot of money will not squat at the mouth of the magma, only people who have no brains will do that kind of thing (someone completely forgot that he also squatted for an hour).

The monks of the Guanlou Sect who saw it halfway didn't pay attention to it at all, they could hide if they could, they couldn't hide from the peak momentum of the Heavenly Destiny, and there were few who didn't frighten their buttocks and urine.

If you want to make a fortune, you have to go deeper!

The deeper, the better, the rich will not stay at all on the periphery, nor will they stay in the obvious terrain, only in the depths of the mountains that there are fat "big fish" to catch in the kind of unexpected places that others can't imagine.

And as Mao Zhenhuang walked deeper into the mountain range, the more he felt the benefits of the depths of the mountain range.

The air is no longer so dry, the magma has completely solidified, the earth is no longer hot, and the only thing that is a little unacceptable is the black ash with the thickness of half a sole, and you have to bring up a large piece of it with you every step you take.

There are no mirrors here, and if there were, he would probably have become a piece of black charcoal.

But not being able to accept it doesn't mean that it can't be endured, and when Mao Zhenhuang discovered the magic of this thick ash, the complaint just now had disappeared in an instant, and he even fell in love with the layer under his feet.

Just because in Mao Zhenhuang's slitted eyes, a very shallow footprint appeared in this layer of black and gray under the eyes!

If you don't pay attention, you may be swept away with his footsteps, but coincidentally, he Mao Zhenhuang stopped here, and don't look at his squinting eyes, it is even more focused!

This line of shallow seals was by no means left by the monks of the Guanlou Sect, Mao Zhenhuang looked back at the footprints he left and knew that it was impossible to be so shallow.

And this also illustrates a problem from the side, this line of footprints is not left today, but it will not take more than a day or two, after all, the heat flow breeze in the mountains is still a little weaker, even if the black ash is very light, it will take time to cover all the footprints.

Mao Zhenhuang lay on the ground and stared carefully at the shallow footprints, the footprints were very large, but they were not messy.

All that can be given back to him is this information.

But sometimes you don't need a lot of information, a little is enough!

Mao Zhenhuang got up, twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered, and then slowly followed the long footprint.

The footprints are large, indicating that the other party is a male cultivator.

And the single is not chaotic, which means that the other party is a single person.

Everything about the other party is very much in line with his Mao Zhenhuang's definition of "rich"!

After an hour, the footprints became a little scattered in one place, Mao Zhenhuang stared at this, and then reached out to pick up the thick ash on a rock in front of him.

A deep pit!

There are obvious traces of blazing burning at the edge of the pit, and the soil inside is even glazed.

put his pig's trotters in and measured them, and then Mao Zhenhuang was a sneer.

This is a large Xuanyang Crystal Legacy Pit, and after cutting, it is estimated that at least four or five hundred pieces of a large Xuanjing can be taken out.

"Don't let me find you, I'm starting to get excited!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who muttered a sentence to the footprints, began to look greedy in his eyes.

This vote will definitely come true!

Because the footprints have become more and more obvious by this point.

If the success rate was 40% just now, now it has become 70%.

This is a relatively large success rate, as long as a glorious robber who is diligent, conscientious, and based on his own position to do his job, he will pat his head and do a good job.

This is a "high-tech" amount of work, of course, Mao Zhenhuang is a "dedicated" who masters high-tech work!

And patience is very important in this, as long as the footprints on the ground do not disappear, even if you follow the cape to the end of the world.

Mao Zhenhuang went all the way down for three more hours, until the other party's footprints were as deep as his, which made his expressionless face rise a smile, and when he saw the footprints disappear into a mountain crevice, this smile cracked to the back molars!

Squatting at the mouth of the mountain with the crown in his hand, he poked into it with his hands.

No wind!

Just now, the probability of seventy percent soared to ninety percent in an instant, and the remaining one percent was kept because he was afraid of his own arrogance.

The absence of wind means that this place is a pit, but this pit is so big that it has become a hole, and this kind of pit that goes deep into the interior of the mountain range can imagine how many Xuanjing are embedded in it, and how hilarious the other party is digging.

Of course, Mao Zhenhuang was also very hilarious, and even so hilarious that he pulled out three yellow charms with the word "kill" from the wine gourd and placed a small three-talent array at the mouth of the mountain.

After finishing the arrangement, Mao Zhenhuang lowered his head to check it, then hesitated for a moment and felt a little uneasy, and pulled out three yellow charms with the word "kill" and slapped them.

A small three-talent array is a killing move, two are insurance, if the six yellow spells of the word "kill" are not dead, he Mao Zhenhuang can only carry a knife.

Looking at his masterpiece and smirking twice, Mao Zhenhuang jumped to a big stone and began to hold the wine gourd slowly.

However, after taking two sips, I felt bored, and the wine soaked in "adult ginseng" was fragrant, but it did not have the effect of ginseng at all.

He Mao Zhenhuang drank for two months, not to mention that his body had not changed much, but he did not even have a trace of the stagnant aura in the dantian.

After taking the last sip, he put the gourd back on his waist, how can he leave some moisturizing belly in such a dry place, after all, the days are still long, and at the moment, this Xuanjing vein will never end in a few days as Xiang Hanqu imagined.

He idealized all the other four sects, and also idealized all the monks of the Guanlou Sect!

There are many people who don't work hard to make a living, such as his Mao Zhenhuang and the "prey" in the hole.

After glancing at his masterpiece, Mao Zhenhuang felt that he should squint, this kind of fisherman who waits for the fish to be hooked needs patience the most, the other party may stay in it for an hour or two, or it may not come out for two or three days.

But when the other party came out, it was the moment when he made a fortune and became well-off!

And the fat man is looking forward to the longer he stays in it, the better, and it is best to come out in seven or eight days.

That means there are enough crystals in it that it takes that long to dig them up.

You can also imagine how big the harvest will be!

This is much stronger than robbing the stinky poor and sour of the Guanlou Sect, saving time and effort, and he Mao Zhenhuang will not stink his reputation, after all, he will still have to mix in the Guanlou Sect in the future, and he can't stay in Shaohaofeng for the rest of his life.

The waiting time was very long, even so long that Mao Zhenhuang slept sweetly, and the other party didn't come out yet.

Opened his squinting eyes and glanced at the mouth of the mountain crevice, and after seeing that there was no change, he thought for a while.

The efficiency is too slow!

It's still about changing your strategy.

However, the glorious profession of robber seems to have reached the point where he has entered a bottleneck, and it is not so easy to become "great".

Bang!

Bang bang!!

......

Six earth-shattering noises in succession instantly pulled the distracted Mao Zhenhuang towards the mouth of the mountain.

After the smoke and dust, it was a mess, but the stunned Mao Zhenhuang's face was instantly full of excitement, and he was even more excited.

The fish is hooked!

After the collapse, there was no sound at the mouth of the mountain for a long time, and he was nine out of ten sure that it was a dead fish.

"Sin and sin. After Mao Zhenhuang smiled and said a few words, he carried the crown impatiently and rushed to the mouth of the mountain.

"Wow! It's all minced meat. ”

Mao Zhenhuang cautiously poked his eyes into the mouth of the collapsed mountain crevice, and then shook his head with a sigh of relief.

This is a Tianqing Sect monk!

It can barely be seen from the other party's robe that is about to be shattered into slag.

It's miserable!

When this man died, it is estimated that he did not even "die without blinding", his head was sparsely rotted by the knife, the white brain, the red blood, and the powdered flesh were all mixed together, and the splashing stone walls were full of disgusting bloody smell.

However, Mao Zhenhuang smelled this smell and felt comfortable for a while, he knew that this was the memory of the twelve years in the northwest of Daliang at this time.

"Come and let me see how fat you are in the big fish of the Qing Sect this day!"

Mao Zhenhuang's eyes lit up and he jumped into the collapsed mountain crevice, and he didn't feel disgusted, and he stretched the pig's trotters into every piece of flesh and blood and began to rummage eagerly.