Duan Qing gave his horse to Wang Le, and ran to the nearest town to rest for a day, Duan Qing's body also recovered, she didn't say what danger Wang Le encountered, Duan Qing didn't ask, after a simple breakfast, the two sides parted ways, Duan Qing and his party galloped wildly, and they all felt like arrows.

Wang Le pouted and led the horse slowly in the other direction, looking back from time to time, but he didn't feel how difficult it was, but he felt a little... Under the weather.

Duan Qing saved himself twice, but it seemed that he just saved someone casually, and he didn't even pay much attention to it, which made Wang Le's self-esteem a little lost.

Riding on a war horse that was not very good in her eyes, a cavalry team appeared in front of her, and the first middle-aged man hugged his fists and said: "Young master, this is the departure?"

Wang Le nodded, joined the cavalry, rode his horse and whipped up, leaving behind the billowing smoke and dust all the way, in the rising sun, she glanced back, maybe from now on, she will not have any intersection with this young man, right?

After all... He's just a casual cultivator.

......

The sun was shining, and the moisture in the mountains and forests was sunburned, so that the entire Inferno Forest was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

On a small road in the mountains and forests, a team of about 20 people stretched long, drooping with heavy steps, pulling their heads and walking mechanically. There was a stretcher in the middle of the team, and there were personnel on both sides of the guard, carefully asking the young master from time to time if he needed anything, and the response he got was a weak but still very impatient roll, who else could it be if it wasn't Wang Peng?

After Wang Peng fought with Duan Qing, he ran away in a panic and found his own team of subordinates, and he completely fainted before he could say a word, and it was the third day after waking up, he didn't know what had happened in the past three days, but he saw these people walking mechanically, and he only knew about it when his subordinates reported to him.

Originally, the team had a camp and left the guards, but after entering the basin, the camp was ransacked by a group of masked men, not a single horse was left, and even the tents were packed and taken away, leaving only a few piles of burnt grass ash and a few stones used as pot covers.

And the bones of his arms were broken, the whole person was unconscious, and his subordinates did not dare to delay in the slightest, and after connecting the bones, they made a stretcher with wood and spare clean clothes, and carried Wang Peng back to the family.

"Who made your own decisions? That guy has been beaten half to death by me, and I came back to you to get back what you lost, who made you decide for yourself?"

This is Wang Peng's first sentence after learning about the situation, although his subordinates are aggrieved in their hearts, they have to be submissive, where can they dare to say half a word? In fact, Wang Peng is just venting to relieve the embarrassment of his own miserable situation, and he doesn't know how many times he scolded those poor ghosts in his heart, but in the end he can only accept the reality, the body of the second uncle had to be put into a storage bag, there is no way, the manpower is really insufficient, and there is no intention of revenge for the time being.

"Are you on the ridge? Hmm? Do you want to kill me!Ahh

Wang Peng snorted and scolded, a lost battle made him very suspicious, always feeling that those subordinates who whispered were laughing at him, and his face was hot from time to time. In fact, what can these subordinates say, just to study how to travel the route, after all, they have lost their horses and camping equipment, and they must rush back to Centennial City as soon as possible.

What's more, this walk has been walking in the mountains and forests for ten days, even if all of them are monks, and their cultivation is not weak, but sleeping in the open for so many days has made these guards almost exhausted.

The team stopped, divided a part to hunt, the smoke rose, and one of his men took a roasted brown wild pigeon, cut it into small pieces, and fed it to Wang Peng: "Young master, this is a wild pigeon, it is very effective for the recovery of wounds." ”

"What is it? I think I don't understand? This is for mothers, take it away!" Wang Peng said impatiently, frowning, and when his subordinates hesitated, he kicked over the pigeon meat in the leaves, and then kicked down the half-crouched hand, and turned his head to look at the other side.

The subordinate laughed dryly a few times and turned to the brothers, picked up a bowl of wild vegetable soup, chewed it vigorously, and swallowed it with difficulty. In fact, this is the reason why there are no sects or families in the Hellfire Forest into the sphere of influence, there is really no output here, even the beasts are not big, six or seven people go hunting, and the most valuable thing is the wild pigeon.

Everyone looked at each other and sighed wordlessly.

......

The horse's hooves are galloping, the mountains and forests are constantly retreating behind them, getting farther and farther away, the mood of the harvest is pleasant, everyone feels that the body is light and fluttering, even the monotonous sound of the horse's hooves seems so pleasant, the time consumed on the return journey is one-third faster than when it set off, and it is expected that it will take more than a day to return to the ethereal city.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

In the col where everyone was stationed to rest, the intestines fell asleep and woke up laughing, which made the flies on the side quite incomprehensible, and he was also very happy, but he couldn't imagine how happy the intestines were, so he scratched his hair, turned over and continued to sleep.

Duan Qing replaced the old horse on duty at night, and then handed over the wine bag, the old horse took a sip, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Since I had a child, I haven't drunk such a good wine." Hey, loose cultivation, like me, who can start a family and have descendants, it is estimated that only half of the people can ask for it, what else can I ask for? I entered the Jindan period when I was a teenager, and I still can't break through the merger period in this life, and the Mahayana soars into the immortal realm, and it is said that there is a peaceful place and there is no strife. ”

Duan Qing took a sip of wine and said, "The Burning Sky Star is so big, how many people can really soar?"

Lao Ma nodded: "Yes, there have only been eleven people in the past hundred years, and I have no chance, but you are still young, as long as you have enough opportunities, maybe there will be a chance." ”

"Me?" Duan Qing was slightly stunned.

The old horse shook his head and said, "Yes, you can't think so far, it's useless." Let's just talk about talent, people can enter the Jindan stage at the age of seven or eight, and I am ten years later than others; besides, the cultivation environment, people have the guidance of famous teachers, there are too many exercises to choose from, there are enough pills and materials, and I can't even earn enough living expenses. If someone really builds up a force to oppose the sect's monopoly of resources, I will really go to the defection, alas, I drank too much, go and squint for a while, wait for me to replace you, let the intestines sleep more, this kid is too excited. ”

Lao Ma returned to the tent, Duan Qing pondered alone in the camouflage secret whistle built with his profession, Lao Ma was definitely not drunk, his words were not an idea that only one person would appear, he was in the secret realm for half a year, but he still had no clue about the development of the force.

That's right, Duan Qing was a little anxious, from the moment he first entered the Monks' Guild and saw the task list, he knew that he followed the rules to do the task, the security was relatively high, but the harvest was not enough to do anything, and the waste of time put the cultivation aside, if you want to break this confinement, you must have your own power, have your own territory, and have your own way of obtaining resources,

It's like my own nest, although it is dilapidated, the location is not good, there are a lot of such and such shortcomings, but it is my own private space, no matter what I do, outsiders can't interfere.

And without access to resources, everything will be empty talk.

Do you want to open a material store that specializes in the purchase and sale of materials?

As soon as this idea emerged, it kept circling in Duan Qing's mind, and even many details began to be refined, and some risk issues were also considered, this kind of thing was like the guy who issued an exploration mission to the secret realm, he definitely didn't want the topographic map of the secret realm...

"Hulala..."

Just as Duan Qing's mind was constantly improving, there was a slight tearing sound in the air, he was all too familiar with this kind of sound, it was the friction sound that only came when the clothes were slashing through the air at high speed.

"Murderous!"

Duan Qing's mind was immediately swept away, as if the wolf king who had been invaded into the territory by a foreign enemy, at this time it was the darkest moment after the early morning, before the sky was slightly bright, and the invisible murderous aura made him definitely not think that the other party was just passing by. The lips changed slightly, and the call of a nocturnal bird sounded in the throat, and the sleeping intestines suddenly grabbed the weapon beside them, and then crawled out of the camouflaged tent lightly, and quietly came to Duan Qing's side.

"Whew... Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air kept sounding, and Duan Qing kept judging in his heart, the other party was about a dozen people, but it was definitely not a group, but a chase with uneven strength.

"It won't be chasing us, right?" The intestines were worried, Duan Qinggang wanted to speak, but the old horse on the side suddenly whispered after standing still for a while: "There are about ten people, Xiuwei can't judge it, three people run, the rest are chasing, someone used a spell and smashed a big tree." ”

Duan Qing was quite surprised, Lao Ma's familiarity with the mountains and forests had been verified since he walked out of the Inferno Forest, but he didn't expect that his judgment of sound was also so sensitive, in a monk who had no talent, this must have enough combat experience to judge, worthy of Lao Ma.

"I was scared to death, I thought I was here for our loot. Since it's not, then who do you love, let's hang it high..."Before the intestines finished speaking, the fly raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head, only to see a milky white light falling like a meteor, followed by two slightly weaker pale white lights, the intestines quickly covered his mouth, but before he could speak again, a bright red light blatantly and arrogantly chased after him, and behind him were seven slightly lighter light clusters of different colors.

In these lights, you can clearly see the faces, all of them are not young guys, some of them are stepping on flying swords, but the chubby old man surrounded by bright red light does not rely on external force, the fingers in his hands change slightly, and he can change the direction at will.

"I'm dripping my God...", his intestines opened his mouth wide, as if a hillbilly who had never seen the world had entered the hall of the legendary Tianlan Sect Heavenly Tower, and he stammered and could barely breathe: "This... Isn't this the primordial infancy?"

"Do you see me flying like this!" Lan Hongyuan said angrily. In fact, with his current realm, he can fly with a sword, but it is impossible for him to get a flying sword at all, nor can he get the corresponding level of magic weapons, which is the sadness of scattered cultivation.

Duan Qing's heart was also quite shocked, he didn't expect that these were all the powers of the God Refining Period, in front of this kind of monk, the scattered cultivators were like ants, even if they were the same cultivation, it was also the gap between the rich and the beggars, those flying swords were the treasures that any monk could dream of!

The intestines and flies were full of longing, the old horse was rubbing his chin, and Lan Hongyuan couldn't stop licking his lips...

The speed of these monks is extremely fast, just between a few thoughts of Duan Qing's people, they have already crossed their heads, as if they are people from two worlds, and there will be no intersection in the slightest, they sighed for a while, but they can't sleep anymore, the materials on the demon beast are expensive, but this kind of consumables are like spirit stones, and they will be gone when they are used up, but the flying sword is different, not only can it be used by itself, but it can even be passed down for generations.

When the next day set off, everyone was a little listless, obviously the shock of last night still did not dissipate, maybe the dream was full of flying swords and that powerful cultivation, but in the longing, but was tormented by the reality viciously.

"Let's go, go home, sell the materials, how can I be considered a little rich!" The intestines waved their fists vigorously at the sky, as if they wanted to drive out all those unreality, but there was a muffled bang, and the intestines seemed to be in contact with electricity, and the whole person fell to the ground.

In the void, a figure gradually appeared: "Boy, is this your challenge to me!"

This figure had a flying sword under his feet, and a nosebleed ran down his face...