A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Seventeen people came from Hongjiao Mountain.

One in the early stage of Nascent Soul and three in the elixir formation stage. The rest is the foundation building period.

Most of the loot was gold and the Five Elements Spiritual Crystals.

There are also some elixirs and golden armor talismans of unknown purpose.

It is said that something is too little, but it is not too much that it is too much.

When Uncle Fu saw Fang Yuan complaining in a low voice, he smiled and explained: "When disciples of the sect go out to do business, they usually don't bring too valuable items. They must not only prevent being robbed, but also keep money to save their lives."

After saying that, he respectfully handed a dark brown leather bag to Jiang Yu: "This is left by the Yuanying monk. The old slave didn't dare to move."

Jiang Yu took the skin bag and found that it felt smooth and soft: "Huh? It doesn't look like animal skin. It feels weird."

Forbes looked humble. Neither greedy nor envious. Only retaining appropriate curiosity: "I heard that there is an extremely rare monster. Its stomach is made into a bag that can hold many things. It is called a treasure bag. The immortal may wish to open it and take a look. If the items inside are larger than The pocket is big, so it must be a treasure bag.”

Fang Yuan looked straight into his pocket: "Is there such a monster?"

Jiang Yu carefully rubbed his pocket and guessed: "It should be a roe deer owl, right? Roe deer owl has gluttonous blood and can eat five times its own body weight in one meal."

Uncle Fu showed a look of surprise: "The immortal is very knowledgeable! It turns out that that strange beast is called the roe owl... I don't know where to find it."

Jiang Yu shrugged: "The number of roe deer owls is already rare. Now that someone has discovered this wonderful use, they may have been exterminated."

Uncle Fu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This old slave is just wishful thinking. This kind of treasure is priceless and is a symbol of status. With the old slave's strength, even if he gets it, it will only lead to death."

These words not only showed that he had no intention of collecting the treasure bag, but also warned Yin Lezhan.

Jiang Yu opened the treasure bag, put his hand in and took it out. Soon he smiled brightly: "Good guy, he alone has more than all the trophies!"

As he spoke, he took out nearly a hundred aura-filled milky-white stones.

He had also obtained this kind of stone from Taoist Zilu. Later, they were all sucked dry by the purple gourd.

Uncle Fu was surprised: "So many spiritual stones!"

"Spirit stone?"

Jiang Yu disagreed with the name.

The stone was clearly filled with witchcraft power, but it turned into a spiritual stone in the mouths of the cultivators.

Compared to the shock brought by the spirit stone, several people felt much calmer when they saw the five elements spirit crystal that looked like a hill.

The next moment, Jiang Yu looked strangely and took out a pitted iron knife.

After checking it, I found nothing strange. I couldn't help but complain: "Is this kind of rags considered a treasure?"

He was about to throw it away.

Uncle Fu repeatedly exclaimed: "You can't do it, it's an iron weapon!"

Fang Yuan looked at Uncle Fu dumbfounded: "No one in our village uses this kind of thing. If you like it, just take it."

"Really?"

There was a look of sincerity and fear on Fu Bo's face. His hand was already on the scabbard.

Although Jiang Yu and others looked down upon this iron sword.

But being able to be carried around by a monk in the Nascent Soul stage shows its value.

The blade of the knife was patinated.

Jiang Yu didn't look at Uncle Fu, who was ecstatic, and took out another animal skin from the treasure bag.

There were pictures of little people and incomprehensible words on them.

"Huh? What is this?"

Several people were illiterate, so he handed the animal skin directly to Yin Lezhan.

Yin Lezhan picked up the animal skin and took a look at it: "This is... the mountain-breaking ax technique!"

Jiang Yu pouted: "It's yours."

"Ah?" Yin Lezhan was greatly surprised: "Immortal, such a precious ax technique..."

Uncle Fu quickly interrupted him: "If the immortal tells you to keep it, just keep it. You use a hammer, which is similar to the ax skill. Just don't be too showy when practicing, so as not to get into trouble."

Seeing that Uncle Fu had spoken, Yin Lezhan happily put away the animal skin.

He had seen the ax light struck by the long-bearded old man.

Cut off a large piece.

Even if it doesn't kill people, it can be called a magical skill when used to cut trees and do crop work.

Jiang Yu thought it was too troublesome to take out each item one by one, so he poured it directly on the ground.

He poured out another pottery vase, a dozen demon pills, a pile of gold and a prismatic stone tablet.

Jiang Yu pulled out the stopper of the pottery bottle and smelled it, feeling a little disgusted: "It should be the pill that the old man used to fight. It can temporarily increase the strength, and the side effects are probably quite serious."

He said and threw it aside: "Whoever loves it can take it."

Seeing that no one reached out, Uncle Fu asked tentatively: "At my age, I have no potential to overdraw. If no one wants it, I will accept it?"

This kind of elixir may be a bit useless in the eyes of others.

But in his opinion, it can save lives at critical moments.

Jiang Yu directly distributed the rest: "The Demon Pill Guixin Shuang, the treasure bag will be given to Ruoxue."

Aragaki Ruoxue shook her head and refused: "You can keep it for use."

Jiang Yu's purple gourd also has a storage function. The space is much larger than the treasure bag.

He directly threw the treasure bag to Aragaki Ruoxue: "We will only get richer and richer, not poorer. Maybe everyone can get a treasure bag."

Araguan Ruoxue took a deep look at Jiang Yu and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "Okay!"

Fang Yuan pointed to his nose and asked, "Where's mine?"

Jiang Yu rolled his eyes at him: "Don't you like money? This pile of gold belongs to you."

"That's not right, the spirit stone and the Five Elements Spirit Crystal haven't been separated yet!" Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Yu helplessly.

Those things are worth more than gold and are lighter.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yu immediately extinguished his fantasy: "Of course it's all mine. You don't think I'm so selfless that I don't want anything, do you?"

Fang Yuan was deeply shocked: "It turns out you are the greediest! I'll let you die."

Jiang Yu happily buried his right foot into the spirit stone and the Five Elements Spirit Crystal.

Take a deep breath: "Ah, so comfortable!"

Gourd vines absorb the vitality of flowers and plants. But how can I enjoy the spiritual stones and five elements spiritual crystals?

In just a few breaths, the pile of enviable treasures turned into gray debris.

Fang Yuan's teeth were itching with hatred, and he shouted bitterly: "You prodigal thing, you prodigal thing!"

As he was talking, he caught a glimpse of the diamond-shaped stone plaque from the corner of his eye: "Huh? What is this?"

Uncle Fu wrapped the iron knife tightly with animal skin. An old face smiled broadly: "That is the elder token of Hongjiao Mountain. The dead Nascent Soul monk should be an elder."

He has looked away.

When things have developed to this point, let alone whether Hongjiaoshan can find his head. Even if he was found, he would risk his life.

Jiang Yu picked up the elder token and weighed it in his hand.

Throw it away violently: "Let's go!"

The token shot out and disappeared instantly.

It was too late for Fang Yuan to stop him: "Oh, why did you throw it away? Maybe it can be used again."

But Uncle Fu greatly admired Jiang Yu: "There are many weird and unpredictable methods in the world of immortality. Who knows if this token has been tampered with? Keep it with you, it will be troublesome if it is tracked."

Jiang Yu grinned: "We can't stay here anymore, let's find another place to rest."

at the same time.

Inside the sect of Hongjiao Mountain.

A tiny crack appeared on the life card belonging to the long-bearded old man.

The cracks expanded little by little, and then broke into more than ten pieces with a "pop" sound.

The fate cards that were shattered together were three deacons and a group of disciples.

The expressions of the guarding disciples changed drastically. He picked up the core of the life card and ran towards the main hall.

I dare not make any noise on the road.

When he handed the life card to the mountain owner, cold sweat was already covering his forehead.

The mountain owner is a middle-aged man with a sinister face.

The eyes are sunken, the cheekbones are protruding, and the nose is aquiline.

Shoulder length mediterranean hairstyle.

After receiving the life card, he did not show anger.

He waved his hand and said calmly: "Go down."

"Yes!"

The guarding disciples cautiously exited as if they had been granted amnesty. Close the door quickly.

The mountain owner had already sensed the death of the long-bearded old man through other means. I just don’t understand the details.

Hold the core of a token and examine it with your eyes closed.

Imprinted in the core is the last image the deceased saw.

Soon, Fu Bo's old face appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The owner of the mountain is neither impatient nor impatient.

After watching one, watch the next one.

Finally, the whole thing was sorted out.

Cold murderous intent surged around him.

A faint shadow floated out of his body. Whispering softly in his ear: "It's just a slave who died. Is it worth getting angry over such a trivial matter?"

The mountain master was silent for a long time, and the murderous aura in his body slowly subsided. He whispered as if he was talking to himself: "Shoes still have feelings after being worn for a long time, not to mention that this tool is very easy to use."

The shadow grew longer and longer in the candlelight, and the voice came and went: "You should focus on unifying the continent and dominating the world. Wealth, women, status. As long as you have the strength, everything is at your fingertips. The slaves are gone, Just catch them again. The few in the picture are good."

The mountain owner suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

After blinking a few times, he returned to normal and murmured: "Can I do it?"

"Of course, I won't lie to you. Don't forget, I am you!"