After picking up an ancient yellow scroll on the ground, Ye Qin didn't have time to take a closer look, in the bag.

Now, in this huge cave nest where the poisonous corpse is hiding**, there are only sixteen or seventeen monks from various sects. If these people sat down and divided these thirty or so scrolls, each of them would be able to divide about two map scrolls.

However, it must have been impossible for the monks to sit down and divide the scrolls. Just like the Great Cultivation Immortal Sect, it is impossible to sit down with the Minor Cultivation Immortal Sect and divide the spirit stones equally. The Immortal Cultivation Realm relies on strength to speak. These monks, how many scrolls each person can get, can only be snatched by their own strength and means.

These sixteen or seventeen monks have gone completely crazy in order to snatch the map scrolls that burst out of the small box, and they will do whatever it takes.

The more map scrolls you can grab, the more generous the rewards given by the sect, and rewards like Tsukidan are indispensable.

Taking one pill of Tsukidan only has a 10% chance of success in building a foundation, it is safer to have two or three pills of Tsukidan, and it is more perfect to have five or six pills of Tsukidan. One more Tsukidan will give you more hope for a successful foundation.

With this idea in mind, the monks who rushed to the front were quick to catch a large number of scrolls in their hands, so that they could go back to the sect to exchange for rewards. And the monk who followed behind was even more anxious, desperate to stop the monk in front of him from picking up the scroll.

Ye Qin was able to get a scroll so easily, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.

After getting a scroll, Ye Qin was still very calm, he didn't snatch more scrolls, and was ready to leave.

You must know that this scroll is left by various immortal cultivation sects for thousands of years, and the spirit stone mine is huge. For Ye Qin alone, the mine road map scrolls left by any sect were enough for him. One map scroll was enough, too much, and it didn't mean much to him.

He didn't plan to rely on this scroll to exchange with the sect for the reward of the Tsukidan land.

With a map scroll in hand, the pressure on Ye Qin's body was much lighter, and he quickly looked around, ready to wait for the opportunity to leave, so as not to be targeted by other monks.

The big cave was already in chaos, and the monks who rushed to the front, each of whom had fished out four or five scrolls in one go. The monks in the back didn't pick up the scroll, where would they give up, chased them to the death, the spells flew wildly, and all the monks were frantically attacking each other in order to grab the scroll.

Among these people, the most fierce are the yellow-robed monks and golden-robed monks, with magic weapons in their hands, and there are few people here who are their opponents. They were too slow to catch the scroll, so they had to snatch it from the other monks. Almost in the blink of an eye, two of the monks who had fished up several copies of the scrolls and were about to flee were killed by their weapons.

Ye Qin was secretly frightened, this kind of chaotic battle is the easiest to die, no one knows who will suddenly attack him, I'm afraid I don't even know how to die. In the end, there are very few monks who can survive, and it is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes saw a shiny jade slip on the ground in the corner of the cave, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. In addition to a bunch of scrolls falling out of this box, there are also jade slips, I don't know what it is for, it should have something to do with the poisonous corpse.

Ye Qin was late for a moment, and immediately flew over, intending to pick up this jade slip and take it away, and then immediately leave this place of chaos of right and wrong.

Suddenly, Ye Qin's heart was alarmed, and his figure twisted and dodged to the side. Several wind blades, without warning, slashed at the place where he had just stood, hitting the ground rocks, splashing a little dust and rubble.

A pock-faced monk, carrying a spirit knife, flew up and stood in front of the jade slip, glared at him fiercely, and said with a smile: "This jade slip Lao Tzu wants it!"

Ye Qin couldn't help but curse secretly. Those map scrolls were snatched up, and even Yu Jian had someone to compete with him. glanced at the pock-faced monk, this pock-faced monk was at the ninth level of the Qi refining period, his cultivation was similar to him, and he was holding a high-level spirit sword in his hand, which was estimated to be the core disciple of a small sect, and he was a little obedient and arrogant.

If you don't use a magic weapon, you can still do it if you want to kill this pock-faced monk, but it will take time. But once he uses a magic weapon, he will reveal his killer skills in front of these monks. This killer feature, try to use it sparingly.

Ye Qin gritted his teeth and decided to back down and let this jade slip out. If he fights with this pock-faced monk, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave. If we delay any longer, we don't know what will happen. Getting a copy of the Mine Map Scroll was already the biggest reward for him. That jade slip was an extra, dispensable.

Seeing that Ye Qin gave up this jade slip so easily, the pock-faced monk took the initiative to take a few steps back to show his concession, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. He saw that Ye Qindi didn't carry a spiritual weapon at all, only a storage item on his waist.

The pock-faced monk couldn't help but be secretly happy. He is also a veteran, so he naturally recognizes Ye Qin as a disciple of the Qingdan Sect. This kid is obviously an ordinary monk from the Qingdanmen, and he can be weak, and even the spiritual weapons have been destroyed, so he has to let go and retreat.

Thinking like this, he suddenly said fiercely: "Hand over the scrolls on your body as well, don't think that Lao Tzu didn't see it, just now your kid rushed to the front, and there are at least two or three or four copies of the scroll in your hand, open your storage bag, hand them over, and then consider letting you live." ”

Ye Qin was annoyed, and the cold glow in his eyes flashed, looking for death. He had already decided to let go of the jade slip and leave directly. But this pock-faced monk didn't know what to do, and he actually beat his idea of a storage bag, if he was entangled by this pock-faced monk, there would be endless troubles. It has to be done quickly.

"If you want to see what's in my storage bag, then I'll show you!"

Qin sneered, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and a cold little sword flew out of it, drawing a perfect semi-circular arc in mid-air, suspended in mid-air, and controlled freely.

"Flying Sword!"

The pock-faced monk was stunned for a moment, and his face changed in horror, "You~ You are a high-level core disciple of the Qingdan Sect?!"

The pock-faced monk was so frightened that he didn't bother to pick up the jade slip, so he hurriedly retreated. The high-level spirit sword in his hand was in front of him, ready to defend himself desperately. He is just an ordinary core disciple of a small sect, not the top core disciple of a sect with a deep background, and taking out a high-level spiritual weapon is already the limit of his strength, where can he dare to compete with those guys who hold magic weapons at every turn.

The pock-faced monk regretted that his intestines were blue, and he didn't even have the heart to cry, he actually provoked the core disciples of the Qingdan Sect. This guy is obviously a blue-clothed disciple of the Qingdanmen, why should he disguise himself as an ordinary Qingyi disciple, he didn't recognize it!

Ye Qin didn't give him a chance to defend himself desperately.

The blue sword swirled around the pock-faced monk quickly.

The pock-faced monk was so frightened that he couldn't take care of what was in front of him and couldn't care about what was behind him, so he could only turn around and run away. As he ran, he suddenly appeared in shock, the protective shield behind him was torn by the sword, and then he felt a pain in his heart, "Poof--I stumbled under my feet, and I fell to the ground without seeing a glimpse."

Cool to the heart.

The surrounding monks were fighting, but they didn't care about Ye Qin and the pock-faced monks. Few people noticed that there was now an "extra" monk in the cave with a magic weapon.

Ye Qin glanced at the surrounding monks with cold eyes, and quickly picked up the jade slip that fell out of the small box of poisonous corpses from the ground

Dozens of zhang away from Ye Qin.

Old man Kong, who was also from the Qingdanmen, was fighting with a tall and thin middle-aged monk to snatch a scroll. The tall and thin monk, who was also an ordinary monk, was very embarrassed in his hand, holding a middle-level spiritual weapon, and fighting with Old Man Kong.

Old man Kong had been hiding behind Ye Qin, and when everyone grabbed the scroll, he was a step slower, so he didn't have time to grab the scroll. He had to look feverishly at the other monks. There are more than ten people in the cave, only this tall and thin monk looks the weakest, and he already has a scroll in his hand, so the persimmon naturally has to be pinched with a soft one.

"Hand over the scroll!"

Old man Kong had a slight advantage in the fight with the tall and thin monk, and yelled excitedly. Although they are also weaker monks, the spiritual weapons in his hands are much better than those of this tall and thin monk, with more financial resources and a lot of various rune papers.

The tall and thin monk was entangled by the old man Kong, and he couldn't escape, so he scolded angrily, and said vaguely: "Bah~ You shameless! What kind of ability is it to rob me, you want a scroll, you have the ability to rob others, there are so many in other people's hands!"

"I'll rob you of the land, what's wrong!"

Old Man Kong's face was hideous, he gritted his teeth, and threw out a piece of mid-level fire rune paper worthy of dozens of spirit stone land in his hand. A surging flame bird swooped down on the tall and thin monk out of thin air.

The tall and thin monk couldn't dodge it at once, and was "bombarded" by a flame bird, and was blown away by half a foot, and fell to the ground, and the protective light shield was greatly dimmed. This violent blow consumed a lot of mana from the tall and thin monk.

Old man Kong immediately pounced, and a low-grade gold-based spirit sword in his hand stabbed fiercely. The tall and thin monk's weak protective shield was completely unable to block the sharpness of the golden spirit sword, poof, the tall and thin monk screamed miserably, and was nailed to the ground.

Old man Kong didn't care, and hurriedly searched for the tall and thin monk's body.

But he couldn't find it in the storage bag, and he was in a hurry. He clearly saw that this tall and thin monk had picked up a scroll, where did he hide it?

After digging for a while, he opened the mouth of the tall and thin monk, and pulled out a scroll inside.

Old man Kong's hands were trembling violently.

His hand grasped this incomparably precious yellow map scroll, and hurriedly poured mana, and soon, a miniature mine path phantom appeared, on which you could clearly see the direction of the spirit stone mine and the distribution of the spirit stone mines, which was the mine map of a small immortal cultivation sect. If you go back to the sect, you can definitely change to Tsukidan.

"Found a map scroll, haha!"

Old man Kong held the scroll in his hand, and tears were about to flow. Thirty years, when he was young, he entered the Qingdanmen, and under the status, he could only do miscellaneous labor in the Qingdanmen, and he stayed for thirty years, and when he reached the age of dying, he never got the Zhuji Dan.

The foundation is getting slimmer and smaller, and next year he will be swept away by the division and leave the Qingdan Mountains.

This time, he risked his life to join this cave trial, and he didn't have much hope of getting Tsukidan. But the heavens follow people's wishes, and it is God who will condemn him to become a monk in the foundation building period. After the foundation was successfully built, he increased his life expectancy by one hundred years, and he was sixty years old, and he was still very young.

"Haha!"

Old man Kong tilted his head, old tears flowed, and he couldn't help but dance and laugh wildly.

Poof!

A golden stalk passed through Old Man Kong's chest.

Old man Kong looked at the big hole in his chest in amazement, his face stiffened with a smile, and he fell to the ground.

A golden slender figure flew down beside Old Man Kong unhurriedly, looking at Old Man Kong's stiff face with a smile, and sneered disdainfully: "A little crumb of Qingdanmen, what kind of sweet dreams are you!"

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