Yin Wentao pinched a talisman in his hand, and a brown rock on the mountainside suddenly cracked open and disappeared into the belly of the mountain. Inside the rock is a cave with a radius of dozens of zhang. This is a cave opened by the disciples in the sect themselves, and as long as a set of pseudo-magic weapon-level array flags can play a role in concealment.

After Yin Wentao walked into his own cave in a hurry, and then closed the rock, Zhang Yuanhao drove the flying sword to float halfway up the mountain of Cangyuan Peak, and his spiritual sense scanned all directions, but no trace of anyone was found.

Zhang Yuanhao stretched out a finger, and his spiritual power surged like a spring, and lightly touched the air in front of him. The air trembled violently like a living thing, and soon it twisted and shattered, and a brown double-opening gate replaced the brown rock originally embedded in the mountain wall, and appeared in front of Zhang Yuanhao's eyes out of thin air. Dozens of palm-sized array flags were planted on the mountain wall quite regularly, and they had all lost their aura at this moment. This set of array flags can only barely be regarded as a pseudo-magic weapon, but it is very valuable to an ordinary inner disciple.

The array flag was destroyed, and Yin Wentao was in the cave, and he had already sensed it, panicking like an ant on a hot pot, constantly spinning around.

"Who is it?"

Yin Wentao took the initiative to ask, there was some fear in his voice, he seemed to have realized something.

Rumble!

Zhang Yuanhao didn't answer, and a fist-sized crimson fireball popped out of his hand, blasting the tall stone gate open.

Low-level spell - Fireball Spell!

In the hands of a Qi Cultivation Perfection cultivator like Zhang Yuanhao, the power of the Fireball Technique was truly amazing.

The fireball exploded, the air waves rolled, and Yin Wentao, who was still behind the stone gate, was defenseless, and was directly smashed into his chest by a huge gravel and flew out upside down.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and Yin Wentao struggled to his feet. Zhang Yuanhao walked coldly into the empty cave mansion and looked at him meaningfully.

Yin Wentao stood up with the rock wall, blood soaked his robe, he looked at Zhang Yuanhao's cold eyes, his mouth shook, and his eyes were a little gray.

"Don't confess yet!"

Zhang Yuanhao's voice was like a bell, shocking. He added some inducing spells to his voice, and Yin Wentao's eyes were really confused, and he knelt on the ground all of a sudden.

"Protector Zhang's life!" Yin Wentao's head was like pounding garlic, and he kept knocking on the ground, his mind had collapsed.

"Tell me everything you know, and I'll consider sparing your life!" Zhang Yuanhao said word by word.

"It's... Yes!"

Frightened by Zhang Yuanhao like this, Yin Wentao began to tremble and speak, and Zhang Yuanhao frowned and stood in place and listened.

After about a cup of tea, Zhang Yuanhao had already figured out the cause and effect. At that time, Liu Wei and the five of them left the sect to complete the task, although the task was a little difficult, but it was not dangerous. But unexpectedly, on the way to the mission, the five people got a heavenly treasure, which is a low-grade yuan root that can wash the meridians and cut the marrow and improve their qualifications, and this treasure even has a certain chance to promote the middle-grade spiritual root to the highest grade. And this treasure was not obtained by others, but by his precious apprentice Liu Wei.

Liu Wei became friends with an inner disciple Chen Dehou, and after Ouyang Shuo found out, he united with the other two to attack and kill Liu Wei and Chen Dehou, and the lower grade Yuan root belonged to him Ouyang Shuo, and the two of them each compensated two thousand lower grade spirit stones.

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

Zhang Yuanhao smiled, used gravity to take Yin Wentao's storage bag from his waist, and sure enough, he found a large number of spirit stones.

"How?"

Zhang Yuanhao looked at Yin Wentao, who was staring at Yin Wentao with round eyes and almost wanting to breathe fire, and asked lightly.

"I didn't ...... Nothing!"

Yin Wentao suddenly became dumbfounded. Joke, Zhang Yuanhao is a sect protector who has completed qi training, he is just an inner disciple of the fourth level of qi training, saying a bad word, even if Zhang Yuanhao kills him Yin Wentao in front of everyone, at most he will receive a small punishment, which is harmless.

Zhang Yuanhao was also a little distressed, nine times out of ten, the lower grade Yuangen had already been used, but he didn't know if it was used by Ouyang Shuo or taken by his son Ouyang Yan. This kind of heavenly and earthly treasure only needs to be supplemented with a large number of spirit stones to quickly refine into the body and improve the qualification of the spirit root.

Damn, why didn't you pay attention to it!

Zhang Yuanhao still has some feelings for his disciples, but in his heart, if he encounters this kind of thing, he will do it instead. Hold up the bold, starve the faint-hearted. The world of cultivating immortals is like this, whoever has the biggest fist will be reasonable.

Although Ouyang Shuo has an elder father who builds the foundation realm as a backer, Zhang Yuanhao is not afraid, he still plans to capture Ouyang Shuo and search his body, what if he doesn't have time to refine? That's probably once in a lifetime.

Besides, Li Yong, this person's identity is also unusual, behind him is Wu Gan, the protector of the Dharma who has always been at odds with Zhang Yuanhao, and he is also a perfect existence, not easy to mess with.

As for this Yin Wentao?

Hehe! The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. What's more, he also attacked his own disciple, whether it was out of greed for the two thousand spirit stones or the psychology of avenging his disciple, he was destined to die anyway.

Looking coldly at Yin Wentao, who was kneeling at his feet and crying bitterly, begging bitterly, Zhang Yuanhao bent down and pressed his hand on his head, the former suddenly had a spirit, and just wanted to struggle, he fell to the ground with a bang, blood lines flowed out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears, staining the ground red, and he was already dead of anger.

Retracting his thick spiritual power, Zhang Yuanhao pulled out the foot that was held by Yin Wentao, walked out of the slightly broken cave, and left directly with the sword light.

On the second day, a deacon in the inner gate was surprised to find that Yin Wentao, a disciple of the inner door, had died due to excessive cultivation of the exercises. This incident caused a lot of waves among the Lingguang faction, but it gradually faded into oblivion with the passage of time.

On the other hand, Zhang Yuanhao waited in Yuanhao Peak for more than half a month after killing Yin Wentao that day, and finally waited for the news that Li Yong promised Nie Fan to drink together. But Hei Yanfeng still didn't move, which made Zhang Yuanhao a little worried.

That night, after Li Yong came out of the Qianji Peak of Wu Gan, he asked Nie Fan to go to a barren peak of the Lingguang Sect to drink. The Lingguang Sect circled thousands of peaks as the sect, and most of the peaks were ownerless, so there were many disciples in the sect who drank and had fun on the ownerless peaks.

In order to lure out Li Yong, Nie Fan made a bloody investment. He took out two hundred spirit stones and bought a pot of treasured wine. Even if this kind of wine is a Dharma protector like Zhang Yuanhao, it is only occasionally tasted, and it is very expensive for a disciple in the middle stage of Qi cultivation like them, after all, if Li Yong had not been bought by Ouyang Shuo, his belongings would only be worth a thousand spirit stones.

The two sat opposite each other in the mountain, and out of nowhere they conjured up a stone table and two stone benches, which were also chic.

"Brother Nie, how can you be so bold today, please invite my brother to drink this crane tail wine?"

Li Yong is also a greedy person, looking at the line of amber wine poured out by Nie Fan, arched his nose and sniffed the fragrance in the air, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked.

Nie Fan poured a full glass of wine, handed it to Li Yong, watched the latter drink it all excitedly, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Of course, there are some things that ask my brother for help!"