Chapter 75 Fisherman (Congratulations to the most beloved leader Xiaoqin)
"What?"
The old man surnamed Long's face flushed, seeming to be in disbelief.
He casually threw away the remains in his hand, looked at the bull demon's corpse, and hurriedly searched: "No... How could there be no demon pill?"
The old man surnamed Long suddenly turned around and said, "Bitch, you lied to me?!"
"Haha...Old Ghost Long, I just lied to Zeng Yi." Su Ye sneered in response: "And you will soon become a ghost..."
"I... am a ghost?"
Old Man Long sneered twice and was about to continue speaking when he heard the sound of a sword: "Gengjin sword energy, not good!"
He hurriedly raised his shield, holding a few talismans in his hand.
But the golden light came too fast!
Almost as he raised his shield, a sword beam pierced through the shield and penetrated into the chest of the old man surnamed Long.
"You...are not dead?"
Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose. He turned around with difficulty and saw Mi Weidao with his clothes burnt black.
"Long, you actually took advantage of my unpreparedness and attacked me from behind with a second-level lightning talisman!"
Mi Weidao sneered: "If I didn't have the 'Escape Talisman' given by my master, you would have succeeded!"
As he activated his magic power, countless Gengjin sword energies burst out from the old man surnamed Long's body, instantly cutting him into countless pieces.
"Ahem...thank you for your help, brother."
Su Ye stood up, his face pale and his chest stained with blood, like duckweed floating in the wind.
"No, no... I just can't bear to see this person being so stupid as to do such a foolish thing as buying the casket and returning the pearl."
Mi Weidao flicked the trigger casually, and a fireball landed on the wreckage that had just been thrown out by Old Ghost Long.
The wreckage was instantly burned and turned into ashes.
A gray storage bag appeared in the flying ashes.
"As expected of a storage bag that is invulnerable to low-grade magic weapons, it has been able to stay in the stomach of the Qingyan Bull for such a long time. A low-grade first-level fireball spell naturally cannot do anything to it..."
Mi Weidao took the storage bag in his hand and said with emotion: "Thank you for your hard work, Junior Sister. You are obviously familiar with this corpse and know that the other party has a storage bag with treasures in it... No wonder you are so anxious. Although the storage bag is difficult to damage by magic tools, it is still possible to be corroded in the stomach of a second-level monster..."
Storage bags are precious in this world, and those who can equip them are either foundation-building cultivators or those who have completed Qi training.
Once the storage bag is damaged, the contents inside will disappear into thin air.
Of course, there is another possibility, which is that it is excreted and piled together with cow dung.
But no matter what, there is no way around this Qingyan Bull! Since the owner was dead, Mi Weidao easily refined the storage bag, and his spiritual consciousness probed into it. A trace of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face: "It turned out to be this thing? Hahaha... My Tao is complete!"
Suddenly, a jade bottle appeared in his hand. Inside the bottle was a ball of red essence liquid, and the light even overflowed through the jade bottle!
"Qian Yuan Fire Evil! It turns out that Junior Sister knows the whereabouts of this Qian Yuan Fire Evil. No wonder she wants to fight to the death... Compared with the less than 1% benefit of Ding Zhen Pill, Qian Yuan Fire Evil is the real foundation-building opportunity!"
Mi Weidao looked at Su Ye and said, "Hahahaha... Do you really think I would help you just for a Dingzhen Pill that you are not sure whether it can be made? How can there be such a fool like you in this world!?"
Amidst loud laughter, he suddenly turned into a sword light and quickly retreated a distance.
Hiss!
Two pitch-black flying swords pierced the place where Mi Weidao was originally.
The hems of Su Ye's skirts fluttered, and one black iron feather sword after another emerged: "The great way is ahead, we have to fight for it, I'm sorry, Senior Brother... Iron Feather Sword, out!"
Seven iron-feather swords flew back and forth, forming a small sword formation that trapped Mi Weidao inside.
"You are just a trifle. Junior sister, you are not a sword cultivator, so you don't know how powerful sword cultivators are!"
Mi Weidao waved the flying sword in his hand, and a long golden rainbow shot up into the sky. The sword was so bright and powerful that it was like a rainbow!
In mid-air, a golden-red beam fought against seven black beams, and sword energy overflowed.
It can be clearly seen that although there is only one golden rainbow, it is very agile and the sword energy is cold, cutting down one iron feather sword after another...
Obviously, even though they are both cultivators who have reached perfection in Qi training, Su Ye is by no means comparable to Qingxuan Sect's true teachings.
"I am sending my junior sister off today. I have no regrets as a brother. For the sake of building the foundation, why should I feel guilty?"
Mi Weidao made a sword gesture with his hands, and a golden flying sword shot straight into the sky, breaking the original iron feather sword formation into pieces.
As soon as he thought about it, his spiritual consciousness controlled the flying sword to pierce Su Ye's heart and put an end to it once and for all.
"I'll fight you!"
Su Ye's body was flashing with spiritual light, and there was a faint bloody and murderous aura, as if he was about to use some desperate trump card.
Seeing this scene, Mi Weidao did not dare to be negligent.
But at this moment, several fireballs suddenly exploded behind him and were blocked by a Vajra Talisman.
"Um?"
He turned around suddenly and saw Han Qingyun: "You are not dead?"
At this time, Han Qingyun was wearing a light gauze that could conceal his breath, and he was bombarding Mi Weidao with various low-level talismans in his hands as if they were free.
"No, even if this person is alive, what can he do if he is only in the early stage of Qi training?"
Mi Weidao's thoughts raced in his mind, and the flying sword in his hand spun rapidly, slashing towards Su Ye.
Su Ye had also finished making hand gestures at this time, and a red blood flag appeared in his hand. A green-faced and fang-toothed evil ghost suddenly jumped out from the blood-colored light.
The evil ghost looked ferocious, and stretched out a big hand covered with black and red scales, and actually grabbed the sword light tightly! At this moment, Han Qingyun threw out several low-level talismans, which exploded behind Mi Weidao.
"Just a low-level talisman... huh? Is this... a second-level Dan Lei?"
Mi Weidao sneered, and suddenly found that among the many talismans, there was a translucent thunder ball hidden, which was emitting a terrifying aura. A look of shock appeared on his face.
Danlei is a specialty of alchemists. It takes the power of thunder explosions and condenses it into thunder balls, which possess powerful destructive force.
The power of the second-level thunder ball is even greater than that of many second-level low-grade attack talismans!
He wanted to recall the flying sword to protect himself, but the flying sword fell into the hands of the evil ghost.
It was obviously too late to cast other spells at this time.
And his life-saving trump card had already been used...
It sounds extremely slow, but in fact, it was only a moment before the second-level Dan Lei exploded.
The lightning tore through the diamond talisman, destroyed the Qingxuan robe on Mi Weidao's body, and then blew away his upper body...
Bang! A hand holding the storage bag fell beside Han Qingyun.
Han Qingyun didn't even look at him, but bowed respectfully to Su Ye: "Thank you, Miss, for giving me the 'Illusion Body Talisman' to save my life, and for funding Dan Lei to help me with my revenge..."
Where are there so many yellow birds in the world?
Even if these Qi-cultivating Perfection cultivators were both injured, Han Qingyun, a mere Qi-cultivating Initial Stage cultivator, would not be able to take advantage of the situation! The reason he was able to survive was naturally because of Su Ye's secret help, who gave him a second-level illusion body talisman at the beginning! This talisman was an illusion talisman that could forge an illusion body and confuse the enemy for half an hour.
Han Qingyun had relied on this talisman to fake his death before, and then hid under the veil that could conceal his breath, and finally came out to win the battle in one fell swoop.
"There is a foundation-building opportunity in the broken hand storage bag next to you. Do you want it?"
Su Ye clasped her hands together and took back the evil ghost. Her breath became even weaker, and she suddenly asked.
"Of course I want to... If I were in the late stage of Qi training, I would act without hesitation, but now I am only in the early stage of Qi training..."
Han Qingyun smiled bitterly: "What's more, my spiritual roots are inferior and I have no hope of building a foundation... The eldest lady has been very kind to me and Sister Hua, and I, Han Qingyun, am not the kind of person who is blinded by greed..."
"Well, I didn't make a mistake after all."
Su Ye took out a blue, round pill and swallowed it.
Through the lifted veil, Han Qingyun could see a cherry-like mouth, but it didn't have much blood color.
He was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.
A big man in a green shirt, with a long sword on his back, came to the sidelines at some point and was picking up Long Laogui's storage bag.
"It's you? Fang Yun?!"
Su Ye screamed and quickly approached Han Qingyun.
"As a rule for casual cultivators, we share our share when we meet. Since I took this person's storage bag, I will naturally not attack you without reason."
Fang Xing gave a gentle smile.
But in Su Ye's opinion, it was more terrifying than anything else.
After all, this was a ruthless man who had wiped out the Thirteen Guardians of the Tianxia Gang. He was definitely a Qi-training warrior! He was also a physical cultivator, so he had a strong ability to survive! He could quietly appear here to act as a jackal, and his intelligence gathering and tracking abilities were even more terrifying! "Brother Fang... if you want this bottle of Qianyuan Fire Evil, I am willing to..."
Su Ye looked at Fang Xing, gritted his teeth, and prepared to take the loss.
The battle of wits and courage with Long Laogui and Mi Weidao had already exhausted her energy and magical powers.
If he were to fight with Fang Yun who was in perfect condition now, he would definitely lose.
"I'm not very interested in this foundation-building spiritual item, but it's worth over ten thousand spiritual stones... I wonder how many bottles of 'Boiling Blood' it's worth?"
Fang Xing stared at Su Ye until the other party twisted his body uncomfortably, then he smiled.
He is not a cultivator at all, and the spiritual objects for foundation building are of no use to him.
What's more, he had a good cooperation with Qingdanfang, and Su Ye was also indebted to his younger brothers Han Qingyun and Hua Feiyue...
Well, even though Hua Feiyue would definitely not be able to recognize who this 'Fang Yun' was, he was still prepared to show some goodwill.
"Boiling blood?" Su Ye blinked, wondering how such a cultivator could exist in the world. "The foundation-building spiritual item is worth 10,000 spiritual stones. We'll split it in half when we meet. Daoist friend can get 5,000. Boiling blood is worth 200 spiritual stones per bottle, so it's worth at least 25 bottles!"
“Very good.” Fang Xing knew that Su Ye was going to count the foundation-building spiritual objects as spirit stones and divide them equally—well, Han Qingyun’s strength was too low, so he didn’t count as a head.
"Then how can we ensure that you don't regret it?"
He asked another question.
After all, Su Ye had plotted against him before, so he had to pay some price.
"Old Ghost Long has a second-level spiritual contract, and I am willing to sign it!"
Su Ye said immediately: "I swear on my heart that I will give you a satisfactory compensation... If you are lucky enough to build your foundation, I will take you to escape from Qinglin Market!"
This kind of second-level spiritual contract, even for a cultivator who has just established his foundation, will have to pay a heavy price if it violates it. A cultivator who has just established his foundation may even regress back to the Qi training stage.
"Sounds good... By the way, let this kid be a witness."
Fang Xing pointed at Han Qingyun, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.
(End of this chapter)
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