The night was thick, and more than ten people in this line had no intention of stopping.

"If Zhuang Yu can get it, and refine the rehmannia root, enhancing the strength and cultivation is secondary, the essence of the rehmannia is the most precious to the cultivation of the earth spirit root, and it is undoubtedly the acquired enhancement qualification," a middle-aged man with gray hair next to him said with a little envy.

"This is not false at all, except for Brother Zhuang, we are all in the Purple Mansion Realm, and our potential is far from Zhuang Yu, but it is far behind, young is a qualification," a middle-aged man said with a sigh.

Age has a great impact on the improvement of cultivation, and the same cultivator, different ages, different depletion of soul and spiritual root, this also changes the potential of cultivation.

If a cultivator with an Earth Spirit Root abandoned his cultivation when he was young, and when he was old, compared to a True Spirit Root cultivator with the same cultivation, regardless of factors such as exercises and spiritual objects, their cultivation potential was not far behind, and the advantage of the Heavenly Spirit Root was long gone.

Moreover, for monks, if they can refine a spiritual substance in advance, although they will not let their cultivation skyrocket to the realm of transformation, the cultivation of the spiritual root by the feasible spiritual object is changing the qualification of the spiritual root, and the true element will be transformed accordingly.

The True Yuan will have a special surname for a part of the spiritual things!

"Did you hear that, this time you know the wonder of the essence of rehmannia now," the middle-aged man in brocade said with relief.

"Dad, the child knows" The young man's name changed to Zhuang Yu, the embarrassment between his expressions disappeared, and he replied with a smile, looking at his appearance, he obviously cared more about the ability of the essence of Rehmannia to marry 'Wanyun' and 'Wanxuan'.

"You kid......" The man in brocade laughed helplessly.

Zhuang Yu's father, Zhuang Shaoqing, is the monk in the early stage of the spirit in the mouth of the people in Shuangxiong Village.

Zhuang Shaoqing said solemnly to the ten monks of the Purple Mansion Realm, "Go on, without further ado, it will change later, pay close attention to any abnormalities in the rock wall, the essence of the rehmannia can be integrated into the rock wall, but it will also leave a breath in the rock wall."

Everyone in Shuangxiong Village was ready to move, Zhuang Shaoqing and his entourage of eleven people cautiously searched every rock and soil near the [***] swamp, and more than 20 people in the pile of rocks waited vigilantly for the ripening of the silver scale fruit and the golden scale fruit.

The sky was dark and bright, and it was already early in the morning.

Throughout the night, Yang Qing was in a semi-settled state, keeping vigilance in the radius, closing his eyes to recuperate, and standing up early in the morning, refreshed and full of physical strength.

Glancing coldly, he glanced at the more than 20 people who surrounded the pile of rocks in the middle, and looked for a clearing on the side of the stone platform, calmly practicing the seventy-two routines in the "Nujiang Stick Method", and did not care about the more than 20 people who stared at him angrily.

The retreat last night was not because of fear, but because of restraint in the recklessness of the heart, and not to do meaningless things.

Although the other party's reprimand had already made him angry, the reason why he was able to restrain his emotions was because he could slightly guess his own situation when he walked towards the pile of rocks.

Qi Xiaohu and others said that Yang Qing was reckless, but he didn't agree in his heart.

The reason is that at this time, Yang Qing thinks that he is already very cautious.

Looking at the anger in the eyes of more than 20 people, Yang Qing's heart rose with inexplicable relief, and the long stick Wulie in his hand danced with a black shadow.

The four groups of more than 20 monks were all wary of each other, and they had not meditated and rested all night, although they did not feel tired, but they were still lacking in energy, and they looked at the man who was dancing with sticks in the distance, and they were full of anger.

"Go, slaughter him!" the middle-aged man who had scolded Yang Qing commanded the young man on the side in a cold voice.

"Know!" The young man's eyes were only slit, at this time the cold light flickered, and there was also anger in his heart, and when he responded in a low voice, he had already turned over and jumped off the rock, in order to avoid misunderstanding, he bypassed everyone from afar, controlled a long sword, and went straight to Yang Qing.

"Today, you are dying here, and you can only be blamed for being too arrogant!" the young man flew closer, and said fiercely, "Take your life!"

At this time, the two of them were less than thirty zhang apart, and a pale golden long sword appeared around him, and the golden true yuan surged and stretched out his hand, and the long sword turned into a streamer and shot away.

"Ding!"

Yang Qing's expression suddenly cold, the other party came to the door, his heart was fierce, he couldn't care so much, the muscles of his right arm trembled and tightened, and the long stick Wulie brought up a black light, accompanied by a whistling sound, and the golden streamer was pushed aside.

"Humph!"

The strength of the Purple Mansion Realm monk's all-out weapon attack exceeded the strength of Yang Qing's single arm, and he didn't resist hard, this time, the defense was greater than the attack, just let it deviate from the direction, he jumped two steps under his feet, stepped forward two zhang away, swung his right arm, and the long stick Wulie got out of his hand, and went straight to the young man in the air.

"Woo......"

The power of the whole body is attracted with one arm, and the body jumps forward to enhance its strength, and this superimposed power is more than 10,000 catties, which is only weaker than holding a stick with both hands and splitting it.

At this time, due to jumping forward, when the distance between the two was narrowed, they moved away from the pale golden long sword.

The face of the young man flying with the imperial weapon changed suddenly, and at this time, killing Yang Qing with a pale golden long sword could not stop the long stick that was pulled out with brute force, because the long stick was not indulged by divine sense. When the long sword was mobilized to kill, the young man was about to die with Yang Qingtong.

How could the young man be so bent on pursuing immortality, his feet shook and dodged, and the rune paper in his hand instantly turned into ashes, and a layer of golden film enveloped his body, and he only had time to finish this, and the ink-colored stick shadow had already been photographed on the golden film.

"Buzz!"

The golden film is only as thick as a sheet of rice paper, but it is very tough.

However, in such a short distance, the attack power of the long stick was stronger than the full force of the Purple Mansion Realm's imperial weapon attack, and the low-level metal surname defense talisman could not completely offset the strength on the stick.

"Poof!"

The golden film shattered, and the second defensive talisman had not yet been injected into the true element, and the stick body was already whipped on the body.

"Peng!"

The young man's body staggered, and although his viscera and bones were protected by True Yuan, the residual strength on the stick still almost made him squirt out a mouthful of blood.

"Woo......"

The long stick did not wait for it to fall, and the stainless steel rod came out of his hand at the time.

The young man's face turned pale, and the golden film reappeared, and his figure retreated violently.

"Look for death!"

Sitting cross-legged with the crowd on the rock, several young people were about to go to help after a cold drink.

"All back!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily, the other party showed the strength of the Purple Mansion Realm cultivator, even if he killed, his own side would suffer casualties, at that time, it was extremely unfavorable for the competition for the Golden Scale Fruit!

"Peng!"

The golden film shattered again, and the steel rods whipped upward.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurts out!

When he fell to the side, the pale golden sword was too late to take it away, and his body retreated and rose.

He didn't stop until he was a hundred feet high, covering his chest with one hand, and swiping with the other to guide the long sword.

The true element in the long sword is sufficient, and even if there is no true element, it can be slowly mobilized by relying on the sense of recognizing the master and the imprint left by the true element washing.

"Ding!"

The long stick Wulie slashed out again, slamming it at the golden sword that was about to fly into the air.

The young monk was wounded, and his longitudinal force on the pale golden sword decreased, and before the speed of the sword increased, he was hit and immediately fell to the side.

"Ahh

The young monk shouted angrily, at this time, if he took out another magic weapon to attack, such a distance and there were injuries on his body, it would be useless, the other party was staring at the long sword with a long stick, as long as the long sword moved slightly, he would smash it with a stick.

This kind of damage to the magic weapon, if the young man goes to indulge with his divine sense, it will also harm his divine sense, at that time, it is not as simple as losing the magic weapon, the independent consumption of divine consciousness is completely different from passive damage.

"Wait!"

The young man gritted his teeth and left a word, and the imperial weapon left.

Sitting on the rocks, the faces of the people turned green with anger, as if they had eaten flies.

The other three monks snickered in their hearts, that group of people is the strongest, it is good to die a few, and it is best to die all of them.

Yang Qing's cold heart rose again, picked up the pale golden long sword, found no damage, and turned it into the Sumeru gourd.

"Humph!"

The young man who had returned to the rock snorted coldly, and the pale golden sword had lost touch with him.

Sumeru gourd belongs to a space, although it is a little smaller, but it can cut off the sense of recognizing the master, although it has not been lifted to recognize the master, after taking it away, the young man can not control it after taking it out. Put away the two long sticks and sit back on the stone platform.

"Click!"

Yang Qing's expression was calm, and while eating the red spirit fruit, he casually looked at the more than 20 people guarding the pile of stones.

If he used the Moon Bow, he would definitely be able to shoot the young man, but in that case, he would become the target of public criticism, and he would have to flee for his life.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, he is just a person who is carried away by greed.

Boldly fighting with young people, although it is reckless, but then with caution.

"Crunch!"

The teeth of the seven men on the rocks rattled.

Yang Qing would lie down for a while, sit for a while, move his legs and feet for a while, and time flew by.

At this moment, the crowd beside the pile of rocks was tense, and the reason was that the uninjured young man had to leave this place and go back to recuperate.

And how can the other three parties let it go back, once they gather people, they don't want to snatch the silver scale fruit and the gold scale fruit. Therefore, if the young man insists on leaving, then he will fight in one place before the fruit is ripe.

Everyone knew that this was not a gesture, and once the young man left, the fight was inevitable.

The matter was settled, and everyone sat back down.

There are often monks coming and going in the Zhenlong Mountains, and one person has been killed in a pile of rocks in a day's work.

The body was not dragged away, but set aside, warning the pretenders.

When night came, the light of the silver scale fruit and the golden scale fruit was slightly stronger than yesterday, and everyone knew that it was one step closer to maturity, and the atmosphere between the four groups of monks was even more tense, and they seemed to be maintaining the momentum of attacking at any time.

Only Yang Qing seemed to have a calm face, but in fact, he was very nervous in his heart, and if he wanted to snatch the silver scale fruit in this situation, he could only endure it, wait for the opportunity to move, and save his surname first.

At this time, another monk came, and when he saw this scene, he hurriedly hid aside, not daring to leave.

At noon, another monk arrived.

This monk, seeing this kind of scene, knew that leaving directly would definitely lead to death, and the four monks did not allow anyone to pass on the news of the Golden Scale Fruit.

Although it was not explicitly stated, everyone present knew it.

The treasures could only be seen, and the two monks were unwilling, so they got together for a little discussion, and then asked Yang Qing if he was partnering.

Yang Qing thought about it for a while, shook his head slightly, the three of them were united in one place, and the chance was slightly increased, but if he could really get the Golden Scale Fruit, he didn't want to separate the treasures, so as not to get the pain in the flesh, he refused.

The two looked Yang Qing up and down, with an inexplicable look of disdain, and secretly scolded him for his arrogance in his heart.

Arrogant or not, Yang Qing knew in his heart that it was because of the chaotic scene at that time, these two Sea Realm monks could only hide on the side and attack, and asked him to rob it, if he didn't grab it, he had to run away in time, and if he snatched it, he had to divide it with the two.

In this way, it is not cost-effective to partner up.

Through the lush branches and leaves, the fiery red head of the millstone is falling in the west.

"Boom!"

In the distance, several streamers in the air repeatedly collided, looking at the distance, more than ten miles away, the inaudible roar was born in the mind.

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