Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Ahead, seven or eight practitioners in green robes have also spotted this side.

They also restrained their breath and carefully probed here.

"I'm a practitioner who came to Qingmang Mountain to hunt. I don't know where you fellow daoist came from?"

There was a voice coming from the other side.

"So are we."

Zhao Pu pointed his finger at the huge Demonic Beasts that Lin Shen was carrying, and said loudly.

This Demonic Beasts body, no matter the flesh and bones, can be made from refining tools.

The corpse of a cold wood ape, cleaned up, can be worth hundreds of Spirit Stones.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, the people over there looked at each other, whispered a few words, and then walked over slowly.

They stood a few feet away vigilantly.

Han Muye glanced at a few people.

Sure enough, Rogue Cultivators.

He has had a lot of dealings with Rogue Cultivators recently, and can tell at a glance who is a Rogue Cultivators and who is a Sect practitioner.

When Sect practitioners look at people, they first look at their clothes and body shape.

Whether it's standing or standing there, Sect practitioners have their own rules and some cooperation.

On the other hand, Rogue Cultivators, no matter what they are wearing or standing, have a bit of vigilance in their bodies.

This is the result of long experience.

At this time, Zhao Pu and the three of them were standing, Zhao Pu was in front, tall, and took the lead.

Han Muye is in the middle, hands down.

And Lin Shen, who was carrying Demonic Beasts, was half step standing beside Han Muye, protecting him.

These positions are definitely not Rogue Cultivators.

Han Muye can understand it, and the Rogue Cultivators on the opposite side can understand it even more.

"It turned out to be a fellow daoist who came to hunt. It seems that the harvest is good." The leading Pentecostal old man on the opposite side swept his gaze, and when he saw the Demonic Beasts carried by Lin Shen, his eyes narrowed slightly and he said.

Neither side wanted to chat with the other side. The old man surnamed Zhu over there talked to Zhao Pu a little bit about the Demonic Beasts he saw here. After reminding the route, he led the team to cross carefully.

Neither side wants to cooperate with the other.

Those who go out in the wild with people they don't know are definitely not practitioners.

How can such a practitioner live so long?

"Everyone, our Demonic Beasts will not change, I wonder if you are willing to take them?"

When the group took a few steps, Han Muye suddenly made a sound.

Hearing his words, the people over there turned around.

"This fellow daoist, I don't know how this Cold Wood Ape is going to come out?"

"We also came here to hunt, and we didn't bring anything with us." The old man surnamed Zhu cupped his hands and looked at Han Muye.

"You have picked Puming flowers, three Puming flowers."

Han Muye stretched out three fingers and added, "But it will take more than ten years."

The old man surnamed Zhu turned his head and said with a smile: "So fellow daoist is still a master of Alchemy. We picked Pu Minghua."

It is a courtesy if the master is not a master, but if they can perceive that they have taken the elixir, the other party must be a weak alchemist.

In the practice world, especially in the Rogue Cultivators group, both Dan Xiu and Qi Xiu have a good reputation.

It's a synonym for big head.

Not bad Spirit Stones, big money.

Just like this transaction, the three elixir that were only worth a hundred or so pieces of Spirit Stones were exchanged for the corpse of a Qi Condensation-level Demonic Beasts.

Go back and deal with it, the fur, flesh, bones and bones can be exchanged for at least 500 Spirit Stones.

Watching Han Muye and the others walk away, the old man surnamed Zhu smiled and waved: "Go, let's go back to the station to rest. This time, I didn't expect this unexpected surprise."

The others were all laughing, and the two carried the Demonic Beasts body away.

"Old Zhu, the direction they are going seems to be Yingchou Cliff?" A man with a long bow turned his head and frowned, "The people who asked us yesterday also went to Yingchou Cliff, right?"

His words made the old man surnamed Zhu frown.

"Let's go, we won't go back to the station, we will leave Qingmang Mountain directly."

"Wait until all these outsiders have left and come back."

"I always feel that they are not ordinary practitioners."

As the old man surnamed Zhu spoke, he took the lead in turning around and led the crowd away quietly.

...

Han Muye and the others didn't care what the hunting Rogue Cultivators thought, the three of them walked fast in the dense forest.

"This Pu Minghua is an important preparation for refining the eight-grade Suhedan."

"It's worth three or five thousand Spirit Stones when Suhedan is refined."

It's not unreasonable for alchemists and refiners to be generous.

If you have the energy and time to smash the price of the elixir, it is better to pill refining and produce a high-quality elixir, and several elixir will come back.

"Senior Brother Han, I've heard about your Alchemy method."

Zhao Pu looked back at Han Muye and grinned, "It is said that you have also funded a lot of real estates?"

"When I go to Fengshou Mountain, you must lend me a few good pills."

Han Muye nodded with a smile.

It's just a hands-on effort.

Those in the door who borrowed the Medicine Pill, and when they returned to the Sect, had to pay double for meritorious deeds and treasures such as Spirit Stones.

This business, Han Muye is very profitable.

As for the fallen disciples, that can only be regarded as a loss in investment.

Doing business is always risky.

"call--"

A voice came from the dense forest ahead, and a tyrannical aura rushed out.

Zhao Pu let out a low drink, and his body turned into a blue light and slammed into it.

"Bam—"

A gray light flashed, and a figure several meters long was broken into several pieces. Han Muye and Lin Shen walked over and saw tree roots with thick bowls scattered on the ground.

"It's the wood demon."

Zhao Pu looked around, and then said solemnly: "This wood monster is the most difficult to deal with."

"And this kind of monster has a huge root system. I suspect that the mountains and forests in the radius are all within the scope of this monster."

In the world of practice, it is not only various Demonic Beasts that can cultivate into demons, but also many plants and trees can absorb Spiritual Qi and become demons.

Such monsters are no worse than those Demonic Beasts.

Some have special talents, and they are even extremely difficult to deal with.

"Looks like Mujinlan turned into a demon?" Crouching down, Han Muye grabbed a piece of wood and said with a smile.

"This magnolia branch will condense a kind of magnolia flower, hidden under the main root."

"A magnolia orchid is worth ten thousand Spirit Stones."

Ten thousand Spirit Stones.

For everyone in the sword pavilion, it is not a big number.

But this number, even Zhao Pu, who is in the situation, will be tempted.

"Really worth ten thousand Spirit Stones?"

He looked at Han Muye and rubbed his hands together.

"Really, I'll take 10,000 Spirit Stones." Han Muye nodded.

"Haha, okay, then I'll pick this flower." Zhao Pu let out a long laugh, and the vigorous power of earth and stone suddenly appeared on his body.

He stood up and punched the rock in front of him.

"boom--"

In a radius of ten miles, the mountains, rocks and earth trembled.

A puff of earth began to vibrate.

The old man surnamed Zhu, who was dozens of miles away, and the others turned around, and then ran quickly without hesitation.

This kind of power, at least the peak of the Foundation Establishment, can't be provoked.

"Buzzing—"

Within a thousand feet in front of Zhao Pu, countless wooden roots with thick bowls danced around him.

He laughed and punched again, still hitting the soil in front of him.

"Bam—"

The roots of the mountains sprang out of the ground, entangled together, and shivered.

"Listen, I just want that flower, you give it to me."

"Otherwise, my fist is welcome."

Looking at the wooden roots stacked together like mountains, Zhao Pu's body was filled with the aura of the earth's veins, and he stepped forward step by step.

The trembling wooden roots kept retreating, and when Zhao Pu took ten steps, a slender wooden root held three green stamens and sent it to him.

The stamens scatter a faint aura, and a light fragrance emerges.

Only the peach-sized petals overlap, with a warm halo inside.

Zhao Pu grinned, took the stamen, turned around and walked in front of Han Muye.

"That's right, three hundred-year-old Mujinlan."

Han Muye smiled and carefully put the stamens into a jade box, then took out seven or eight pieces of top-grade Spirit Stones and handed them to Zhao Pu.

"A hundred-year-old Mujinlan is worth this price."

This was an unexpected joy, Zhao Pu's face was full of smiles, he touched his bald head, and took Spirit Stones with both hands.

He turned around, looked at the wooden root that was slowly digging into the rocky soil, and threw a Spirit Stones at it.

"It's not yours for nothing."

Mugen took Spirit Stones, waved it a few times, and then slowly disappeared.

About half an hour after Han Muye and the others left the forest, a team of practitioners in black robes came quietly.

There were nine of these people in total. The leader of the team had an old face, but a tall and straight figure with a black sword hanging from his waist.

The other people are all young, their breaths are restrained, and they can still feel the surging power bursting and rolling.

The leader of the old man looked around, raised his hand, and a burst of spiritual light burst.

In the aura, the picture of Zhao Pu and Mugen fighting just now appeared.

"Two fists to suppress the wood demon who has been practicing for hundreds of years, this guy is not bad for Cultivation Base." A thin young man said in a low voice with light in his eyes.

"It's just normal, but it's just a civil engineer who has just entered the realm." Another young man pouted and said lightly, "Isn't there many Cultivation Bases like this in my central state?"

Zhongzhou.

"Just take Mu Jinlan, it seems that the person accompanying him is an alchemist."

"Returned a top-grade Spirit Stones, these three are Sect practitioners."

The one who spoke was a female nun in a black robe and a hood.

"And these three Sects are not bad in Western Xinjiang."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be willing to take out a top-grade Spirit Stones."

"There are few top-quality Spirit Stones in circulation in Xijiang, and the top-quality Spirit Stones are already very valuable."

The female cultivator's words made everyone around him nod.

"Xijiang Sect, it is said that the nine major factions are the strongest." A young man said with a smile: "I don't know if the so-called major faction here can have the strength of the overlord of a county in Zhongzhou?"

The faces of the others were also full of smiles.

The Western Border is just a barren land. If it wasn't for the Xuanyang Guard trial mission, how could they pass through the barriers of heaven and earth and come here?

"Don't underestimate anyone, and don't underestimate the land of the Four Regions." In front, the old man wearing a black robe with a black sword hanging from his waist sullenly spoke, and said coldly.

His words made the faces of the people behind him turn pale, and they hurriedly bowed their cupped hands.

This supervising messenger in the Xuanyang Guard is the certifier of the success or failure of this mission, and the strong Xuanyang Guard who supports them.

No one dared not listen to his words.

"Let's go, the last place where the rebels disappeared was on the cliff ahead."

"Finding their relics proves that this rebel army has no possibility of inheritance. This is also the key to your trial mission this time."

After the old man finished speaking, he strode forward.

"My lord, what if, what if the inheritance of the rebel army is still there?" The black-clothed female cultivator followed a few steps and spoke in a low voice.

The black-robed old man took a step.