Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Ten days later, Feilai Peak stopped in a valley in Qingqiuyu Ghost Market. Nearly a hundred huge mountain peaks landed silently. After resting, the soil becomes a shape that completely matches the terrain below, and it stops firmly.

At the same time as it landed, it was also shrouded in countless strange black mist.

The Ghost Market was the centuries-old battlefield between Daxuan and the Yaozu. It was one of the most poisonous places in the world, and it was extremely dangerous. As soon as it stopped, all kinds of blood-colored weird plants on the surrounding dark land began to spread towards Feilai Peak, and were captured by the mountain. The faint talisman light was completely blocked.

One of the mountain peaks has a black flag with white stripes on a black background, shaped like a jellyfish. At this moment, like a fan, four gaps are opened from the mountainside, and the surrounding black mist is swallowed by a long whale, and then the clean breath is sucked into it. Exhaust gas is emitted.

In less than an hour, the surrounding black mist gradually faded away.

On Chasing Cloud Peak, many people were already standing at the exit of the mountain, ready to leave the mountain once the poisonous fog dissipated.

"The ghost fog in Peach Blossom Mountain is the most poisonous and troublesome, and Juedu Peak likes to refine its essence the most. In a few hours, the ghost fog that is hundreds of miles around will be drained by them. At that time, we will You can go down and find some good things." At the exit, a middle-aged monk who looked very simple and honest said to Yan Ling.

There are quite a few monks around the two of them, none of whom are wearing Kun-Lai's standard uniforms, and the weapons they carry are also different, new and old, so they are not formal disciples of Kun-Lai at first glance.

There is a collective name for this kind of monks on Feilai Peak - Loose Cultivators.

They came from all over the world, some of them had their outer gates knocked down, some of them migrated to Central Continent, and some monks from other continents wanted to get rich overnight...

But they all know that the expedition to Feilai Peak is extremely dangerous, and the price of going to the peak is extremely expensive, so they travel together more often, and find a veteran who has followed the mountain several times to lead the team.

Yan Ling didn't have a Dao disc, so he could only join the team of casual cultivators, and slept together in the cheapest Datong shop on the peak.

"Brother Zhou, is this really all right?" A young monk was frightened when he saw the countless black smoke outside gathering and dispersing like evil spirits.

"I see there is no one over there, we will follow them later." The honest and middle-aged monk surnamed Zhou pointed to the Kunlai monk at an exit next to him. They were divided into several teams and were discussing something, with a relaxed and natural expression , not at all as frightened as the monks on my side, "These Feilai peaks have great powers of harmony, stronger poisonous beasts dare not come over, and they have many good things for self-defense. We will pick them up after them." It’s enough for us to earn something that they don’t like.”

"Why do you pick up things they don't want..." Yan Ling frowned slightly, "Treasures are natural, those who are capable live in them, and whoever snatches them will get them."

As soon as he said this, the miscellaneous cultivators around him instinctively moved a few steps away from him.

"Brother Yan," Brother Zhou whispered, "Don't forget, we are on their Feilai Peak, if they are dissatisfied, it is not a joke to drive us down."

A trace of disdain flashed in Yan Ling's eyes, but he didn't speak.

After a few more hours, the surrounding black mist had completely faded away, revealing a clear sky, and the poisonous weeds on the ground seemed to hate the sun very much, and began to hide in various shadows.

At this time, the protective formation at the intersection next to it was finally opened, and a group of monks in green clothes left.

The corners of those monks in green clothes have the pattern of fairy grass, and it looks like they belong to Qingnvfeng.

Yanling's team trailed far behind.

"Pick grass and wear gold gloves. Don't get poisoned. Be careful of bugs... Don't kill the black centipede. Yu Beast Peak likes this thing very much. It's more expensive than medicine." Wrapped with a cloth towel, there are dozens of bottles and boxes that can be taken out at hand. Several teams spread out, and the collection is as easy as returning to your own orchard.

"Be careful not to spread too much, keep a proper distance, it will take a long time." Taking it easy, these monks quickly took away the valuable and old things, and the team leader explained to them the function and identification of these things, "There are a lot of things here in the ghost market, the most valuable one is the ghost mist grass, but its medicinal properties do not depend on the year. Everyone, this kind of leaves with black silk in the leaves is the most effective, which means that it grows in places with the most yin energy. If it is used well, it is the best nemesis of the cunning killing spell, and it also has a miraculous effect on transformation pills."

Brother Zhou admired it very much, and began to pick these grasses. Of course, he could only use the golden steel talisman to add a layer of defense to his hands before he dared to pick it. Other miscellaneous repairs also started to pick up things they occasionally missed.

After a while, although they were just picking up the omissions, these people's harvest was also very good, and each of them basically had an income of three or four trees.

They are all monks, and they quickly picked up very few valuable things in the surrounding hundreds of miles.

At the place where the black fog was getting thicker, the leader of the monks in blue took a look and ordered the team to return.

"Brother Zhou..." A young casual cultivator pointed to a lush grassland in the black mist not far away. There were many short grasses growing on it, with three leaves growing alternately. There were three white spots on the purple leaves, but they looked like distorted The grimace, the black silk in the veins is thick, it is a very good quality Ghost Mist Grass, "Let's go and pick the things there."

"Don't!" Brother Zhou's complexion changed, "The things they don't take must be dangerous, and we can't take them either. Listen, the most taboo of greed is with Shan..."

"It'll be fine as long as it's so close. We'll send it out when we get this piece." The young casual cultivator couldn't help leaning over, feeling very reluctant.

"Come back—" Brother Zhou didn't finish his sentence when he saw the shadow of a snake in the black mist. The young casual cultivator didn't even have time to utter a scream before he was sucked into the depths of the black mist.

The surrounding casual cultivators all changed color.

Yan Ling couldn't help but be surprised, the snake shadow didn't even notice him just now, he is a powerful Nascent Soul, not these casual cultivators who mostly build foundations.

"It's a strange snake. It likes to hide local monsters in the black mist. It is difficult to find even the Nascent Soul Stage under the cover of the black mist. It is highly poisonous. If you are bitten, you will immediately eat ten detoxification pills and send them to the young female boss immediately." Heal." The leader of the monks in blue who hadn't gone far heard the change, and turned back to warn the group of newcomers who had just qualified for the expedition, "Only those guys from the Venomous Peak can enter the black mist, because they are more poisonous than snakes, bite them The one who dies must be a snake. Of course, there is a big guy inside, a demon king. The Absolute Poison Peak takes poison every 100 years. It is best for us not to interfere with the monsters here. Do you understand?"

The newbies all understood.

Then their group continued to return.

Brother Zhou sighed, and asked the surrounding casual cultivators to follow him back.

Yan Ling was frightened by the strangeness here, when he saw a group of monks wearing robes with black background and white patterns walking into the black mist, talking and laughing. The leader was holding a jade gourd with black runes flowing on it, Absorbing the surrounding black mist, opened a road.

"Brother, you can't even catch the snake if you suck up the mist." A black-robed monk protested.

"Snakes are not the most poisonous here, but the fog is. Besides, there are enough snakes on the peak. You say it would be great if our Absolute Poison Peak was built here. There are good materials everywhere." The monk holding the gourd said with a little emotion.

"There is no net here," said the little girl in black next to her.

"...That makes sense." The monk holding the gourd immediately dismissed the idea, "Go, the poison-eating toad is calling, there is a big guy over there..."

The voice gradually disappeared into the black mist, and Yan Ling felt that her three views were being challenged.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and he was dragged away by those casual cultivators almost numbly.

When we returned to Feilai Peak, it was meal time, and there was a special hall in the mountainside to provide spiritual food, but these casual practitioners could only buy corn bread made of spiritual wheat bran.

Yan Ling is already in the Nascent Soul Stage and naturally does not need food and drink, but seeing that there is a special spiritual wine for sale, it is very useful for him, and can reconcile the hostility in the exercises, so he wants to buy some.

But the monk who was drinking actually refused: "Sorry, this thing is not sold to casual monks."

Yan Ling looked at him coldly, as if she wanted to eat him up.

"It's useless to look at it. This is a high-quality wine, not for takeaway. The miscellaneous wine over there is for takeaway." The monk who was drinking wine pointed to the corner and received the next fellow.

Yan Ling remembered his appearance, and thought of eating his flesh and blood essence the next time he went out. Although he was only in the golden core stage, this was the price of humiliating him.

Brother Zhou who was next to him was eating the cornbread made of spiritual grain bran, and pulled off the corner of his clothes: "Brother Yan, this is the rule of Kunlai, good things are kept close to their own people first, there is no way, and we can't afford it." ,Do not be angry."

"Hmph." Yan Ling just looked at the hall coldly, trying to remember the Kunlai disciples here.

At this time, a familiar graceful figure appeared in sight, leading a young man talking and laughing with her.

Yan Ling thought for a while, then shrank into the pile of casual repairs on one side.

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Qingnv and Feng Qingxiu inspected the area and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is no reduction in staff today."

"Those casual cultivators seem to be missing a few." Feng Qingxiu frowned slightly, "It's the first time I've landed."

"It's already very good. Outland is full of dangers. Even Kunlai disciples are experienced and often have attrition. It would be good if half of the casual cultivators can go back." The young woman shook her head, and then took out a ledger, "Chasing Yunfeng, you have Half of the investment, [-]% of all the income on the peak today will be taxed to the peak owner, so [-]% of today's income is yours, you check it."

Feng Qingxiu took it, looked at the account carefully, and asked with some doubts: "A daily income of 12 spirit stones, is it a bit too high?"

Could it be said that there are millions of spirit stone income in a day today, this is too...

"It's only a lot taller. Things like Ghost Mist Grass are only found in Ghost Market. There is no poisonous peak to evacuate the poisonous mist, no monks who join the Tao to scare away the big monsters, and without our experience to cooperate, monks Nascent Soul came in to pick a Each plant may lose its life, and one plant is made into a box of soul-returning incense and sold to Zhongzhou. It is easy to sell a thousand spirit stones, and they still think it is cheap. Besides, it will take a hundred years to say the least next time, enough for us to slowly Sell ​​it," the young girl said with a smile, "not only in the human domain, but also in the foreign lands, there are witches who are good at killing spells, and many monsters often suffer from it. Selling to them will only make you more expensive."

Feng Qingxiu nodded, thinking about the dozens of boxes of grass picked today, she somewhat understood why Kunlai's prices were so high.

After reading the account, Feng Qingxiu returned it to Qing Nu, who exchanged some pleasantries and left.

Only then did Feng Qingxiu return to her residence and began to write letters to Master.

First, I reported my recent experience, then expressed my concern for Master, and finally thought of Master's desire to go out for a stroll, and added: "Now that I am far away in a foreign land, I know how big the world is. I want to enjoy this endless mountain and river with Master.”

Then click send.

It was not sent out.

After ordering several times in a row, it was finally sent out.

Is the network too far away?

He took out the unresponsive Shizun paper figurine again, and with a sudden movement in his heart, he made a simple black robe and carefully put it on the Shizun paper figurine.

How can a mere piece of paper be worthy of a master, such a master is more powerful!

He squeezed the arm of the paper figurine, and was about to touch it again, when he felt a change in the big formation at Feilai Peak.

It turned into light and landed on the top of the peak. He saw in the distant night, countless dots of things rushing towards the flying peaks.

Almost at the same time, the alarms on each peak sounded.