Qinghe Immortal Clan

Just after descending the mountain, Zhou Jintang suddenly called out to the two of them and said, "My two Taoist friends, I don't plan to return to Qinghefang now, so I won't go with you two. I'll go ahead."

After saying goodbye to Song Qingming and the others, Zhou Jintang went directly in another direction. When he spoke, he was still wary of the two of them.

Song Qingming thought that Zhou Jintang, like him, was also a temporary helper invited by Chen Laodao. He probably didn't know what the relationship between Chen Laodao and himself was like, and he began to be a little afraid that the two of them would join forces to harm him, so he chose to go separately from the two of them.

After Zhou Jintang left, Chen Laodao and Song Qingming looked at each other, and there was a hint of other colors in their eyes.

Zhou Jintang's farewell just now also reminded the two of them that they each carried thousands of spiritual objects of spiritual stones on their bodies. Even ordinary foundation-building cultivators would be tempted to see so many spiritual stones, let alone these low-level cultivators who were afraid of poverty.

"Friend Song, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do. Let's separate here. You can go back along the way you came." Chen Laodao narrowed his eyes and said something to Song Qingming. Before he could reply, he disappeared on the spot. Song Qingming could only sigh helplessly. Although it was the first time for the three of them to explore together, there was no conflict of interest. They were not so wary of each other. After getting such a large amount of spiritual stones, some barriers were created between them. After putting away his thoughts, Song Qingming shook his head, and the spiritual light on his feet moved and he left here quickly. When they came here, Chen Laodao, who was very familiar with this route, led the way. There were three people walking together, so they were naturally not afraid of encountering any powerful monsters. Now Song Qingming was alone. Although he knew the general route would not go in the wrong direction, this place was deep in Yunwu Mountain after all. It would be very dangerous if he was entangled by those powerful high-level monsters. For this reason, Song Qingming walked very carefully all the way and did not lower his caution in order to rush back to Qinghefang.

Although Yunwu Mountain was not as crowded with monsters as Fuyun Mountain, the degree of danger here was no less than that of other places where monsters were active.

In addition to the various monsters that appeared and disappeared, there were also many places surrounded by poisonous miasma. Once lost here, even cultivators could not escape the fate of not being able to get out of here.

After walking along the route for two days, Song Qingming estimated that he could almost get out of Yunwu Mountain in half a day. As long as he left here, he would basically be safe.

After arriving at an open place, Song Qingming stopped and planned to rest for a while. He had already walked out of the depths of Yunwu Mountain. It was difficult to see monsters here. Next, he had to speed up and get out of this dangerous place in one breath before dark.

Song Qingming had just sat down for a short time when his consciousness suddenly sensed a slight fluctuation of mana not far behind him. This made him stand up quickly as a reflex and shouted at the woods behind him.

"Who are you, and why are you hiding behind me?"

Song Qingming deliberately raised his voice very high, trying to force the hiding person in the woods out.

"I didn't expect that I was so careful, but you still found me. Brother Song, how are you?"

A man in a green cloak slowly walked out of the woods in the distance.

"It's you, Brother Zhou, aren't you planning to return to Qinghefang? Why are you always following me?

The person who walked out of the woods was Zhou Jintang, who had left with Song Qingming two days ago.

"I have been chasing Brother Song for two days, so naturally I want to see you off. It's worth knowing you, isn't it? "

Zhou Jintang said as he slowly walked towards Song Qingming, his words full of teasing, as if he had played Song Qingming like a fool.

Song Qingming thought for a moment, sighed and said, "Can I ask you another question?"

"I'm not in a hurry, just ask if you want to know, so you don't end up being a fool later."

"When we parted, Senior Chen got much more than me, why did you choose to make things difficult for me instead of going to find him? "Song Qingming thought about it and asked the question that he had just instinctively thought of.

He had not revealed any other wealth along the way, and Zhou Jintang had followed him for two days, obviously for the wealth. Why did he choose to let go of Chen Laodao, who obviously had more spiritual objects than him, and followed him all the way? Song Qingming really couldn't figure it out.

Zhou Jintang held his spear in his hand. When he heard Song Qingming's question, his face suddenly showed a sinister look.

"You can only blame yourself for looking too weak. Chen Laodao, that old thing, is not so easy to deal with. That old guy is very slippery. It's not an easy thing to target him.

Compared to that old sly guy, I naturally like Fellow Daoist Song more. Do you plan to hand over the storage bag now, or do you want to wait for me to go forward and get it? "

"If I hand over the storage bag, will you let me go? "Song Qingming asked back with a somewhat nervous expression.

"I am only here for money. As long as you promise not to talk nonsense when you return, I can promise not to hurt you. Anyway, I will leave Qinghe County next, and I will never see you again in this life."

Zhou Jintang saw Song Qingming looking a bit at a loss, as if he was really frightened by him, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

In his eyes, most cultivators like Song Qingming who came from a family had a relatively comfortable cultivation life, how could they compare to the casual cultivators like them who had a hard life, and a little bit of cultivation resources might make them fight for their lives.

Zhou Jintang, who came from a casual cultivator, naturally did not do this for the first time. He was able to cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Refining, and it was also by secretly killing fellow cultivators several times that he got a lot of spirit stones, which made his cultivation speed improve much faster than others.

After pretending to hesitate for a while, Song Qingming seemed to have made up his mind, and put a black storage bag on the spot, and he looked at Zhou Jintang in the distance very carefully, and slowly retreated.

"Fellow Daoist Song is indeed a man who knows the current situation. Don't worry, I will keep my word. This time I got so many spirit stones. Even if it is not enough to exchange for a foundation-building pill, it is enough to exchange for a few inferior foundation-building spiritual objects." Seeing Song Qingming so obedient, Zhou Jintang couldn't help laughing wildly. He excitedly stepped forward to pick up the storage bag that Song Qingming put down. Just as he was about to open it to take a look, he didn't expect that a wisp of black smoke suddenly came out of the storage bag in his hand. There was only a "bang" sound, a burst of yellow light came out, and Zhou Tangjin was blown away several feet away, and then there was a shrill scream. "You stinky boy, you dare to trick me, do you want to die?" Zhou Jintang cursed angrily, but fortunately he had always been on guard, relying on a defensive level 2 spirit talisman that he had prepared in his hand, and just blocked this wave of attacks in time. Only the left hand that was holding the storage bag before was too close to protect it, and was blown to pieces in the sudden explosion just now. "You can survive my Green Fire Thunder, Brother Zhou is really not simple." As soon as the explosion sounded, Song Qingming turned around and killed him. Seeing Zhou Jintang, who was just so proud, looking at him viciously, sitting on the ground not far away with blood all over his body and an arm missing, he looked so embarrassed now. Song Qingming couldn't help but say something sarcastic to him.