Mortals cultivating immortality and the fate of immortal jade

The grass in the distance shook.

A man walked out of the grass. He was about 20 years old, wearing a gray robe and looked very ordinary. The gray-robed man had a calm face and walked directly to the white-robed young man lying on the ground. A red flying sword was flying around him, ready for any unexpected events.

When Lin Mu saw the man's appearance clearly, he was shocked and almost fell to the ground.

This man turned out to be his fellow senior brother, Wei Sheng, who was extremely low-key in the sect!

Senior Brother Wei Sheng, who seemed to be peaceful and low-key, gave Lin Mu a chill in his heart. Lin Mu couldn't imagine that the man who had just acted decisively and ruthlessly, killing two cultivators in a row, was Senior Brother Wei Sheng in front of him.

Lin Mu finally remembered that the red flying sword was given by the head of the sect, Shi Weihan.

This top-grade flying sword of the fire system is far more powerful than ordinary flying swords.

Wei Sheng moved very quickly. He didn't care about the ambushes around him. He walked forward and untied the storage bag of the white-robed boy and tied it around his waist. All the items in it would belong to Wei Sheng. Wei Sheng didn't stop. As soon as he got the storage bag, he immediately ran to the tree where the green-robed man stood, picked up the green flying sword, put it into his own storage bag, and untied the green-robed man's storage bag.

Lin Mu hid behind the tree and watched Wei Sheng collect the fruits of victory.

Lin Mu didn't know what treasures were in the white-robed boy's storage bag. But the green-robed man's storage bag must have harvested a lot. Apart from anything else, just a medium-grade flying sword could be sold for at least hundreds of low-grade spirit stones.

In less than half an hour, he got two storage bags, which were worth more than a thousand spirit stones.

Wei Sheng's income speed made Lin Mu envious.

All this was done in an instant. After Wei Sheng put away his storage bag, he ran straight to the fire dragon grass and began to collect it.

He had just bent down and his hand had not yet touched the fire dragon grass. Suddenly, a fireball flew out from the side of the peaceful Biyuan Lake and hit Wei Sheng's back.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back!

Two figures rushed out from behind the tree and surrounded Wei Sheng.

Lin Mu looked and found that the two people were actually two disciples of the Wanjian Sect. Lin Mu's eyes moved, and the ridicule of Elder Du Lan was still lingering in his ears. These two people looked as hateful as Elder Du Lan.

These two disciples of the Wanjian Sect had been lying in ambush here for a long time. As soon as they entered the Fire Dragon Valley, they set their sights on the Biyuan Lake.

Although the number of fire dragon grass in Biyuantan is not much, even less than one-tenth of that in several places where fire dragon grass is abundant, this place is relatively remote, and the disciples of the big sects have already rushed to places where more fire dragon grass grows, and rarely visit here, so the competition here is not too fierce.

The two people had this idea, but when they arrived here, they found that someone had already ambushed here, so they also ambushed and waited and watched.

They had already seen Wei Sheng kill two people in a row, and were shocked by Wei Sheng's strength. When Wei Sheng collected the storage bag, they did not jump out to stop him. But at this moment, seeing that Wei Sheng was about to collect the fire dragon grass, if Wei Sheng collected all the fire dragon grass, their previous waiting and ambush would be completely useless.

The two naturally did not want this to happen, and hinted to each other, and jumped out of the dark together, trying to stop Wei Sheng.

A cold light flashed in Wei Sheng's eyes, and the Fire Rain Sword rotated in the air, stabbed straight at the fireball, passed through the middle of the fireball, and the fireball was immediately destroyed.

Wei Sheng said coldly: "Do you two want to fight me too? If you are not afraid of death, these two people just now are your role models."

Wei Xianshu of Wanjian Sect said to Wei Sheng with a smile: "If it were only me, I would not dare to come out to stop you, but now my two senior brothers are here, of course I have to come out to discuss with you."

"How to discuss?" Wei Sheng said softly, while thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

Xia Qingliu, another disciple of Wanjian Sect, stepped forward and said: "There are only three of us here now. Before others arrive, let's divide these fire dragon grass equally among the three of us, so as not to hurt the harmony by fighting."

Wei Sheng said calmly: "How to divide?"

Wei Xianshu said hurriedly: "If you say it is equal, it must be fair. Divide these 300 fire dragon grass into three parts, one for each of us three."

Xia Qingliu also echoed beside him: "This is fair and will not let you suffer. According to the principle of first come first served, you can collect 100 plants first, and the rest will belong to us."

Wei Sheng said nothing, staring at the two of them, and the atmosphere was immediately tense.

At this time, a burst of laughter came from behind the boulder: "Since it is to be divided equally, I can't miss my share. Why don't we divide it equally among the four of us? How about it?" Wei Sheng smiled and nodded, "That's great, but I don't know what you two think?" Lin Mu saw at a glance that the person who walked out from behind the boulder was Luo Yun, and a green flying sword was hovering in front of him. It was the Qingyun Sword that the headmaster specially asked Elder Luo Yan to refine for him. Wei Xianshu and Xia Qingliu's faces suddenly became ugly. At this moment, two against two, their original plan had failed. Only Lin Mu roughly guessed the ins and outs of the matter. The person who just joined forces with Senior Brother Wei Sheng was Luo Yun, and the green flying sword was the Qingyun Sword in front of him. Wei Xianshu and Xia Qingliu exchanged glances and forced a smile, "If that's the case, then count it as your share. Divide it into four parts, one for each of us."

Wei Xianshu and Xia Qingliu had already felt fear in their hearts. Wei Sheng's Fire Rain Sword was extremely powerful, and the power of the Qingyun Sword of the young cultivator in front of them should not be underestimated. Of the two of them, only Wei Xianshu had a high-grade flying sword, while Xia Qingliu's was just a mid-grade flying sword. If he rashly confronts Wei Sheng and Luo Yun, it will be a thankless task.

Now I can get more than a hundred fire dragon grasses without any effort, and the harvest is pretty good.

Wei Xianshu smiled and said: "Everyone who has seen it has a share, so let the four of us share it equally. Let's start collecting first."

Luo Yun smiled and said: "It's easy to say, it's natural to share it equally, but it's not an equal share between the four of us, it should be said to be an equal share between the three of us."

Wei Xianshu and Xia Qingliu looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

Three equal shares?

Is he going to join forces with us to kill Wei Sheng?

The two of them suddenly became excited. If this is the case, after killing Wei Sheng, the two of them will join forces to kill Luo Yun, and all three hundred fire dragon grasses will belong to them.

However, Wei Xianshu and Xia Qingliu did not really understand the meaning of Luo Yun's words, nor did they see that Luo Yun and Wei Sheng were from the same sect and would not kill each other.

However, Wei Sheng had already understood that Luo Yun wanted to kill these two disciples of Wanjian Sect, and he also had this idea in his mind.

With a smile on his face, Wei Sheng turned his head slightly and said to Lin Mu who was hiding behind the tree: "Junior Brother Lin Mu, come out."

Lin Mu already knew that Wei Sheng had discovered him when he arrived at Biyuantan. This is why he was not attacked.

Hearing Wei Sheng's call, Lin Mu walked out from behind the tree and walked towards the field.

The three people formed the force of horns, surrounding the Wan Jian Sect and the two men in the middle.