The war on the front line was tense, and the four major sects had to mobilize their manpower to the rear. The Immortal Cultivation Clan repeatedly recruited people, and most of the clan members were women, children, old and weak, and the defense was weak.
Originally, the four major sects had left patrol envoys to prevent Xiaoxiao from causing trouble and to supervise the war.
As the fighting became more intense, patrol officers were gradually transferred to the field, and the rear was empty.
Sun Pingyuan was originally a casual cultivator who made a living by hunting monsters. Because of his rich experience, he was promoted as the leader by his peers.
When he was fifty years old, Sun Ping took two bottles of Zhensha Qi and successfully advanced to the foundation-building stage, gathering more than a dozen immortal cultivators under his command.
When Wei and Song were at war, the rear was empty, and Sun Ping saw an opportunity to make a fortune.
Sun Ping is from Ningzhou, and he has set his sights on the Qinglian Wang family.
The Wang family had a personal grudge against Sun Ping, but due to the power of the Wang family, Sun Ping had to tolerate it before. Now that he has the opportunity to retaliate, Sun Ping will naturally not let it go.
After all, the Wang family has been established for many years, so there is no guarantee that they have any trump cards.
Sun Ping sent ten of his men to burn, kill and loot in Fang City. He stayed on the road from Qinglian Mountain to and from Fang City, preparing to rob and kill the Wang family's reinforcements. If the Wang family had foundation-building monks, he would retreat.
At noon, Sun Ping's men burned, killed and looted the shops owned by Wang, Huang and Chen on time. They either used magic talismans or flying swords to attack the shops opened by the three families.
The incident happened suddenly, and the three families suffered heavy losses, and they all sent telegraph messages to their clan members asking for help.
Not long after, a large white cloud flew out from Qinglian Mountain and flew towards Fangshi.
Not long after, the white clouds reached the top of the mountain where Sun Ping and others were. Sun Ping swept his consciousness and found no aura of the foundation-building monks. He was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Do it."
He used two yellow flying knives about a foot long and slashed at the Wang family members on the white clouds.
The five Qi Refining monks either sacrificed spiritual weapons or spiritual talismans to attack the Wang family members on the white clouds.
Wang Mingzhan was leading the support team. When he saw the two yellow flying knives that exuded astonishing aura, his expression changed drastically. Without saying a word, he hurriedly sacrificed a second-level crow puppet.
The crow puppet opened its mouth and spit out more than a dozen red fire blades, facing the two yellow flying knives.
Another tribesman also sacrificed a second-level crow puppet beast to resist the attack of the magic weapon.
At the same time, a tribesman immediately sent a transmission note to the tribe.
"Second-level puppet beast! Got rich."
Sun Ping's eyes widened and he controlled the magic weapon to hack at Wang Mingzhan and others.
Although Wang Mingzhan was carrying a second-level puppet beast, he could not resist the attack of the magic weapon. He hurriedly crushed a second-level spiritual talisman and turned it into a thick cyan light curtain, covering everyone.
Two yellow flying knives struck the cyan light curtain, and the cyan light curtain shook slightly.
Sun Ping directed his men to continuously attack the cyan light curtain. The light of the cyan light curtain became dimmer and dimmer, looking like it would collapse at any time.
"Who dares to touch members of my Wang family!"
A cold male voice came from the distant sky.
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light appeared in the sky. It was the Golden-billed Eagle, and Wang Mingjiang was sitting on the back of the Golden-billed Eagle.
"Foundation-building monks! Damn it, why do the Wang family still have foundation-building monks?"
Sun Ping's expression changed drastically and he cursed.
Before taking action, he had already inquired clearly. This time, the four sects of the Song Dynasty mobilized very hard. The foundation-building monks of each immortal cultivating family were recruited away. Unexpectedly, there were foundation-building monks in the Wang family. It was obviously an undercover person. Knowing this, he would not take action against the Wang family.
He hurriedly recalled the magic weapon, but at this moment, two second-level puppet beasts swooped down and rushed toward him.
A "whoosh" sound broke through the air, and dozens of red fire blades and dozens of cyan lightsabers flew towards them.
Sun Ping hurriedly pulled out a yellow round shield and held it in front of him.
A huge explosion sounded. Sun Ping was safe and sound, but his men were in bad luck. They were pierced through the body by the red fire blade and the cyan lightsaber.
There was a loud "chichi" sound, and densely packed blue short rulers flew out and hit the yellow shield. Some small cracks appeared on the surface of the yellow shield.
A sharp cry sounded, and the golden-billed eagle swooped down from high altitude. At the same time, three second-order flying puppet beasts also swooped down from high altitude.
"Boom!"
There was a huge explosion, and the yellow shield was shattered by the dense red fire blades and cyan lightsabers. Sun Ping himself was also pierced by a large number of blue short rulers.
His eyes were wide open and there was a look of disbelief on his face.
If he had known this, he would not have taken action against the Wang family, but there is no regret in the world.
Wang Mingjiang landed next to Sun Ping's body, carefully identified it, and frowned: "It turned out to be him. I didn't expect that he had advanced to the foundation building stage."
"Brother Twenty-one, do you know him?"
"Well, when I was hunting monsters in the early years, I fought with this person in order to fight for prey. He escaped at that time. I didn't expect that he successfully built the foundation and came back to cause trouble for our Wang family. By the way, Sixth Brother, You guys go back to Qinglian Mountain to garrison, so as not to fall into the enemy’s plan of diverting the tiger away from the mountain, I’ll just go to Fangshi and wipe out those little ones.”
Wang Mingjiang searched for the belongings of Sun Ping and others, sat on the back of the golden-billed eagle, and flew towards Fangshi, while Wang Mingzhan led his tribe back to Qinglian Mountain.
With the protection of the second-level formation, the foundation-building monks will not be able to capture Qinglian Mountain in a short period of time.
…
In a certain stretch of endless green mountains, a white light quickly passed over the mountains.
After a dozen breaths, the white light stopped over a half-moon-shaped valley.
The valley was bare and looked a little desolate.
The white light was a huge white scroll, with Wang Changsheng and others sitting on it.
Li Hongyuan took out a transmission note, whispered a few words, and threw it into the valley below.
Not long after, a ray of yellow light flew out of the valley out of thin air, and the yellow light flashed, revealing the figure of Zhao Ningxiang.
Not seen for a few years, Zhao Ningxiang is already at the third level of foundation building.
"Junior Sister Zhao, this is Li Hongyuan of White Deer Academy. We are here to garrison under the orders of Senior Zhao of Zixiao Sect."
Li Hongyuan cupped his hands at Zhao Ningxiang and said politely.
"Where are Senior Brother Ye and the others!"
Zhao Ningxiang's face was full of doubts.
"Fellow Daoist Ye and the others are busy and cannot come. We are here to take their place. This is a transfer order."
Li Hongyuan raised his hand, and a shining white token flew out from it with the word "medicine" on it.
Zhao Ningxiang took out a palm-sized white jade plate and placed the token on it. A white light flashed, and dense runes appeared on the surface of the white jade plate.
"There is no problem with the transfer order, come in with me!"
Zhao Ningxiang took out a yellow flag and threw it downwards. It turned into a yellow light and disappeared into the valley.
With a flash of yellow light, several buildings appeared out of thin air, with several large furnaces in the open space and a large amount of ore piled on the ground.
Li Hongyuan controlled the white scroll and slowly descended.
In addition to Zhao Ningxiang, there are three foundation-building monks. The one with the highest level of cultivation is a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a gentle face, who has built the seventh level of foundation.