In the pile of rocks, on a silver-, half-zhang tall plant, nine silver-scale fruits and one golden-scale fruit faintly lingered in the light, extremely faint, if it were not for the darkening of the sky, it would not be noticeable.

The effect of refining the bones of the Silver Scale Fruit and the Golden Scale Fruit made Yang Qing feel greedy, and the thoughts that he already had lingered on the tip of his heart, although the four groups of more than twenty people scattered were eyeing him, they still moved towards the pile of rocks.

As it approached, the silver scale fruit and the golden scale fruit could see it clearly, and the wrinkled skin and slight fluorescence all confirmed its identity.

Yang Qing's expression was excited, but his heart was nervous, as he approached the pile of rocks, the eyes of more than twenty people became more and more fierce, and his face sank sharply.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

When Yang Qing slowly approached the pile of rubble, there was one person in each of the four groups, and Zhenyuan agitated, and the imperial weapon attacked.

Yang Qing had a cold face, couldn't stop, turned over and took out the long stick Wulie.

"Click, click, click"

The light of the four various magic weapons flowed and slashed to the ground, bursting with energy and flying stones.

The place where he attacked was a foot in front of Yang Qing's feet.

"Click!"

With a slight anger in his heart, the long stick turned into a black shadow and whipped the small pieces of rubble that flew around him into slag.

The other party's move was to warn that if he stepped into the 100 zhang of the rubble, these four groups and more than 20 people would join forces to kill him.

These four groups of monks, all for this silver scale fruit, golden scale fruit, when they found and rushed to come, there was a difference in strength, and the difference in strength was not huge, fighting before the treasure matured could not solve the problem, but because of the violent fluctuations of the true yuan and the sound of the attack, it attracted more pretenders.

Once there is a fight and a scuffle, no one can guarantee that they will not lose the unripe silver scale fruit and the golden scale fruit, then all parties will be damaged, and no one can get the treasure.

In such a situation, four groups of monks gathered, and even if one of them was stronger, they were worried that the other parties would join forces to resist and suffer heavy losses.

If there is only a silver scale fruit, there will not be too many scruples, and there will not be so many monks waiting here, and a golden scale fruit makes it transform, the golden scale fruit is not something that can be purchased by spending some spirit stones, it is because the probability of the silver scale fruit mutating is very small.

Picking 100 plants, it is very lucky to be able to meet a golden scale fruit.

The four groups of monks have their own thoughts and draw each other in, how to increase the power of snatching treasures, and how to become the ultimate beneficiaries of treasures. They can't help each other, but they don't allow others to intervene anymore.

More than 20 people have such thoughts, and they can't help but agree with the outside world, and the small group of monks who are entangled in a few people don't want to intervene anymore, let alone a single monk like Yang Qing, and he doesn't have much cultivation.

If they dared to have crooked thoughts about the Silver Scale Fruit and the Golden Scale Fruit, these twenty people would not hesitate or scruple to kill the stranger in front of them.

The reason why I warned first was that it was best to retreat in the face of difficulties, so as not to affect the whole body, or cause the loss of true yuan to affect the competition for treasures in the future.

"Get out!"

Among the seven people sitting on the rock, a middle-aged man snorted coldly, and his tone was full of threat.

The rest of the monks glared angrily and stabbed their swords, and as soon as the other dared to refute, they quickly slashed them down.

Yang Qing was angry in his heart, and he was ruthless, the original excitement and nervousness had been deeply suppressed, he knew that the conflict would inevitably arise, but he didn't expect that this was the other party's four gangs being so persecuted, and they were not allowed to step into the pile of rocks.

Four groups of monks, more than 20 people, most of them are in the Purple Mansion Realm, only a few people are in the Knowing Sea Realm, Rao is Purple Mansion Realm monks will have a gap in strength because of the stability of the Purple Mansion, so Yang Qing will not be spared.

Although he has a gentle personality, he is not timid and cowardly, and it is difficult for the other party to have a good face when he drinks so coldly.

His face was cold and he stepped back.

It is difficult to determine the exact ripening time of the silver scale fruit and the golden scale fruit, so Yang Qing found a relatively flat stone platform on the mountain 300 zhang away from the pile of rocks and sat cross-legged.

With such a rare bone refining treasure, he has to fight for it, and when it matures, it will be the time for him to do it.

When night falls, the trees and mountains are not real, the small beasts return to the nest, the birds return to their nests, and they rest in peace.

The pile of rocks is about ten miles away in the northeast direction, the terrain is bottomed out and open, as if on a downhill road, the gap between the mountains increases, the soil becomes loose, and one foot can step on a few inches deep imprints, and there are few trees on the open space.

Not far away, a white fog lingers, and as it approaches, the fog thickens, and the soil turns from loose to muddy.

The 100 zhang wide col formed by the mountains on both sides is filled with rich mist, the mist spreads to the halfway up the mountainside, has more than ten zhang high, the mist extends along the col for two or three hundred zhang away, until the col becomes narrow, the fog gradually fades.

There is hardly a mountain breeze in this section of the col, which is blocked by the surrounding mountains, and only the downhill road occasionally blows a few wisps of fresh wind.

The mist at the edge fluttered slightly, and a stench like a rotting corpse came over, and I felt sick and sick, my brain hurt, and my hands and feet were weak.

If you jump over this strange mountain col and walk another thirty or forty miles to the north, you will arrive at the most famous mountain range in the Zhenlong Mountains, called Zhenlong Ridge.

Zhenlongling stretches for three or four hundred miles, except for those irregular and scattered marginal areas in the Zhenlong Mountains, Zhenlongling almost runs through the center of the Zhenlong Mountains, which also makes Zhenlongling the place where monks gather the most.

Whenever dozens of people gather in one place, they can occupy a small area on the Zhenlong Ridge, if there is a Spiritual Realm monk, then they can immediately gather a hundred scattered cultivators, compared with the ordinary small family, although the strength of the personnel is uneven, but it is not too restricted.

It can be said that more work is more, less work is less, you can get shelter, if you really follow a strong monk, the benefits are indispensable.

Shuangxiongzhai is one of them, there are more than 100 people and horses, except for a few babies who have just spoken, most of them are congenital realm, only able to take care of the house, there are only more than 20 monks in the sea realm, there are only eight or nine monks in the purple mansion realm, and the master of the big village is the sea realm, and the second village master is the purple mansion realm.

The monks of the Purple Mansion Realm can carry the huge trees with a thick hug and a length of more than ten zhang, so the residential construction of this Shuangxiong Village is quite atmospheric. At this moment, in a two-story pavilion among the many houses in Shuangxiong Village, more than ten people were talking.

"Er, where did you go with that bastard boy" A middle-aged man's voice buzzed, his voice was dull and dissatisfied, and if someone sat next to him, it would definitely hurt the roots of his ears.

The man who spoke was forty or fifty years old, with slightly wrinkled bronze skin, bare upper body, the muscles of his whole body seemed to explode, as strong as bronze casting, and his arms were as thick as the calves of an adult man, and he was asking a man of thirty-seven or eight years old next to his left hand.

This man is not an outsider, it is the Purple Mansion Realm monk who chased Yang Qing during the day, named Xiong Zhenbei, and the middle-aged man is his brother, named Xiong Zhennan, who is the master of the big village and the second master of this Xiongzhai.

Xiong Zhenbei's heart suddenly burst, and he led his nephew around to rob on weekdays, Xiong Zhennan thought that he had delayed his son's cultivation, and today he was already dissatisfied. couldn't help but smile and said, "Big brother, I'm leading him to increase his knowledge, otherwise he won't be able to stay in cultivation all day."

With a slightly dedicating expression, he said, "I met a body refining person today, I wanted him to hand over the exercises for the eldest brother to see, but I wanted him to run away", and then hurriedly gestured to the young man on the side.

The young man obviously went all the way with Xiong Zhenbei, and hurriedly said, "Dad, this time it's true"

When Xiong Zhennan heard the body refining exercises, his dissatisfaction faded, and he no longer continued to ask, but said angrily to a middle-aged man next to his right hand, "Tell the situation to the master of the second village"

The middle-aged man said the matter with a serious expression, it turned out that in the sphere of influence of Shuangxiong Village, a group of more than ten monks suddenly came, and at a cursory glance, they were all above the Purple Mansion Realm, and there was a person who was very likely to have the cultivation of the Soul Concentration Realm, looking for something near the peaks near the Lost Soul Swamp.

The middle-aged man had a monk from the Purple Mansion Realm, so he couldn't get too close, so he only dared to check from a distance and return to report.

"Soul Determination Realm Monk!" Xiong Zhenbei exclaimed, there is a lot of difference in strength between the Purple Mansion Realm and the Soul Determination Realm, many monks are difficult to reach the Soul Determination Realm in their lifetime, and there are few people in Luoji City, and there may be a Soul Determination Realm monk within the Shuangxiongzhai forces, which has to surprise him.

"What are you looking for!" Xiong Zhenbei's eyes rolled slightly, weighing the pros and cons left and right.

"There must be some rare treasures that can be like this, even if there is not, the net worth of the Spirit Determination Realm monk must be rich" Xiong Zhenbei's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself.

"Bet on all the people, you have a seven-point certainty, big brother, do it" Xiong Zhenbei said excitedly.

Xiong Zhennan neither nodded nor denied, but said in an urn voice, "Have you summoned all the people?"

The middle-aged man next to his right hand replied respectfully, "There are still two Purple Mansion Realm and five Zhihai Realm who have not returned, and I don't know where they went."

"Hmph! I can't find anyone at the critical moment, and the spirit stones will all come out," Xiong Zhenbei said angrily.

"Tell me to go down, be ready at any time," Xiong Zhennan's dull voice was murderous.

The Lost Swamp is the col shrouded in mist, and that mist is the miasma. At this time, the night was already dark, and among the peaks around the Lost Soul Swamp, there were more than ten people walking among the mountains and forests, ranging from hundreds of zhang apart, to quickly search for something.

After the search of the mountain on one side, everyone gathered in one place and shook their heads.

"Dad, even if there is the essence of rehmannia here, there is no accurate place, and looking for such spiritual things in the spiritual level is nothing more than looking for a needle in a haystack," a handsome young man said with frustration and tiredness.

This young man was the man who walked with the twin sisters in the Thousand Soldiers Tower.

"It's common sense that it's hard to find, when you refine the essence of Rehmannia Rehmannia, your cultivation will definitely improve, and breaking through to the Soul Realm is just around the corner, and your strength is also a big advance, if you have that opportunity, you are expected to reach the reality realm" A middle-aged man wearing brocade clothes and with good facial features said lovingly.

The tone changed slightly, and he said slightly teasingly, "Otherwise, Wanyun and Wanxuan, you can only marry one."

As soon as these words came out, several men on the side chuckled.

The "hehe" young man was slightly embarrassed, but the frustration and exhaustion were swept away.