From afar, Zhang Fan saw a group of white-clothed monks and a group of black-clothed monks fighting together, these monks were the monks of the two major sects, before the war between the two major sects, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were all dressed in black, while the Wudang faction was uniformly white, black and white.

Zhang Fan glanced at the ground, there were many corpses on the ground, there were as many as thirty or forty, this was the most corpses Zhang Fan had seen.

Zhang Fan and the bald monk did not go in directly, but quietly lurked up the mountainside from the other side, hid in the hill and observed in the valley.

I saw corpses all over the ground under the mountain peak, blood stained the ground, more than a hundred monks gathered on top of a mountain peak, the two sides mixed together, you came and went to kill the other party's monks, as if you would not give up until the other party was killed.

What's going on, how can there be so many people scuffling?

Zhang Fan and the bald head were like two outsiders, lying halfway up the mountain in the distance, Zhang Fan looked up at the sky, the battle above was more intense, and the magic weapon of cultivation was flying all over the sky, shining brightly.

Among the monks who were fighting, the core disciples of both sides were about the same, there were only seven or eight people each, as could be seen from the clothes they were wearing, while other ordinary disciples accounted for the vast majority.

With just one glance, Zhang Fan felt that the core disciples were more than a little stronger than ordinary disciples. Although there are not many core disciples on both sides, each of them is not mediocre. Their methods are ruthless, and their moves are fatal, and they are obviously stronger than ordinary disciples.

And it is mainly these ordinary disciples who have died, and as for the core disciples, Zhang Fan has not seen a single death until now. At best, there were only minor injuries.

"Look at our captain, I can't imagine that I have killed so many True Sect monks, it's really amazing!" the bald monk exclaimed, pointing at a white-clothed monk.

Look down his fingertips. Zhang Fan saw a woman in white, who was not that Meng Qianxue.

The white clothes fluttered, the beauty was like a flower, Meng Qianxue's whole person was elegant and agile, fluttering like a jade butterfly, and her body was moving like lightning, even if the flying sword was not as fast as his speed. She slammed vertically and horizontally, slashing off several flying swords, and even shaved off the heads of several cultivators.

Yumechiyuki is as beautiful as it used to be. Although she is a woman, she has a more fierce offensive than a man, and many Quanzhen Sect monks have been killed by Meng Qianxue.

Zhang Fan not only saw Meng Qianxue, but Zhang Fan also saw Zhao Kuo and the woman in palace clothes who had fought with him. At this time, Zhao Kuo and the woman in palace clothes were also full of fighting spirit. The means were extremely fierce, and at this moment, Zhao Kuo was holding a sledgehammer-like spiritual weapon in his hand, and when he swung it, he suddenly split the cultivators who were blocking him, and the Yuan Shen was also destroyed.

And the woman in the palace costume was holding a ribbon in her hand and flying around. I saw the ribbon in the hand of the woman in the palace costume wrapped around a Wudang monk, and when she pulled it gently, there was a "click" sound. This Wudang Sect monk was instantly beheaded, and the blood mist was filled. Screaming miserably, he fell into the air.

"It's really tragic, it's really terrible between these core disciples, fortunately, our mission is to clean up the battlefield, otherwise, if we get involved, if we go up, I'm afraid they will be killed in a few moments. Looking at the image in front of him, the bald monk said with trepidation.

There was another miserable howl, and an ordinary disciple of the Quanzhen Sect flew high, blood spilled all the way, and finally landed not far from Zhang Fan and the others.

Seeing the storage bag on the corpse, the bald monk's eyes showed a look of interest, and he glanced at the two warring sides, but did not notice this, and the bald monk immediately moved cautiously towards the corpse.

Coming to the corpse, the bald monk ripped off the storage bag, and then returned to Zhang Fan's side, and after opening the storage bag, the bald monk's face was irrepressibly disappointed.

"I finally came across the corpse of a foundation building monk, but there were only a dozen spirit stones on his body, three points poorer than me, I really don't understand how he mixed up. The bald monk said with some obscurity.

However, despite only a dozen spirit stones, the bald monk still took out the spirit stones and put them into his storage bag.

Because Zhang Fan and the two were on the mountainside below where the two sides were fighting, it didn't take long for another corpse to fall towards Zhang Fan and them, and the bald monk immediately turned happy and quietly moved towards the corpse.

Usually the corpses of monks in the foundation building period are very difficult to encounter, but today I encountered two at once, and the luck was really good, and the bald monk happily took off the storage bag on the corpse again.

However, when he opened the storage bag, the bald monk's face was extremely pale, and he scolded and said: "The dignified monk in the foundation building period doesn't even have a single spirit stone on his body, what a poor bastard!"

Zhang Fan was watching the battle between the monks of the two sides intently, and only when he heard the bald monk's scolding did he look at the bald monk, only to see that the bald monk groped for a long time from the storage bag and did not find a spirit stone, but took out a lot of black particles from it.

"Long-haired Daoyou, what is this?" Zhang Fan asked with a strange look at the particles.

"This is insect food, it is the insect food used by some monks to feed spirit insects, this kind of insect food is only suitable for cultivating spirit insects, and it is completely useless for us monks."

"Insect food?" Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered the little poisonous insect in the Qiankun bag, and immediately said to the bald monk: "Can you give this insect food to you, and you are willing to exchange it with spiritual stones with Taoist friends."

Since the little poisonous insects in the Qiankun bag can absorb spiritual energy, they must be the spiritual insects that the bald monk said, Zhang Fan plans to buy these insect food for those small poisonous insects to see what will happen, so Zhang Fan asked for an exchange.

"Exchange, could it be that Daoist friends want to buy this insect food with spirit stones?" The bald monk asked with some interest.

"Although this insect food is useless to monks like us, this insect food is also extremely rare in the cultivation realm, and it cannot be purchased in the bounty camp, if you meet some monks who specialize in raising spirit insects, you can definitely buy it at a good price." The bald monk continued, apparently to raise the price.

"Then how about I exchange a hundred spirit stones with a fellow Daoist?" Zhang Fan didn't want to bargain with him, so Zhang Fan directly opened his mouth for a hundred spirit stones.

After purchasing the transformation talisman, there were still more than 5,000 spirit stones on Zhang Fan's body, and a hundred spirit stones were just a drop in the bucket for Zhang Fan.

"A hundred spirit stones"?" the bald monk's face showed excitement.

Zhang Fan didn't talk nonsense anymore, and directly took out a hundred spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them to the bald monk.

The bald monk took the spirit stones into the storage bag and said happily, these insect foods were sold for more than a hundred spirit stones, and he could be regarded as earned.

put the insect food into the Qiankun bag, and Zhang Fan's divine thoughts also entered it.

Shennian entered the Qiankun bag and found that the insects were still gathered together motionless, Zhang Fan did not disturb them, put the insect food aside, and Zhang Fan Shennian withdrew from the Qiankun bag. (To be continued......)