In a certain dark forest, fifteen immortal cultivators were walking slowly forward. The leader was a middle-aged man in his early forties. He was tall and thin, with a stern expression, giving people a feeling of calmness and authority.
Four are building the foundation, and eleven are refining the energy. The middle-aged man has the highest cultivation level, building the fourth level of the foundation.
"Uncle Qi, we have been here for more than a month. I don't think there are any second-order monsters here. I think we should go look for them elsewhere! This will save us time."
The girl in the yellow dress pouted and complained softly.
"It's only been a little over a month, let's look for it again!"
"But we all..."
Before she finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and whispered: "Be careful, there is something underground."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground not far ahead became uneven, and a scarred yellow giant scorpion emerged from the ground.
The aura of the giant yellow scorpion was sluggish, and it was obvious that it had exhausted all its demon power.
"The second-level low-grade demon scorpion! It seems that it has exhausted all its demonic power. I happen to be short of a second-level spiritual insect."
The girl in the yellow dress offered a palm-sized yellow cloth bag, which rose in the wind. When it came to the top of the yellow demon scorpion, a strong suction force suddenly appeared, and a large number of flying sand and stones were sucked into the yellow cloth bag.
The yellow demon scorpion made a strange cry and resisted somewhat, but it had exhausted its demonic power and resistance was in vain.
The girl in the yellow dress pinched her spell, and the yellow bag lit up with countless yellow runes, and sprayed out a large yellow glow, covering its body. The body of the yellow giant scorpion quickly shrank and was put into the yellow bag.
"Hehe, after working around for more than a month, I finally gained something."
The girl in the yellow dress put away the yellow bag with a smile on her face.
At this moment, a double-eyed rat emerged from the ground.
"Second-level double-eyed rat! This is quite rare. If you sell it, it will fetch at least 800 spiritual stones."
The smile on the girl's face in the yellow dress deepened, and she was about to use her magic weapon to catch the double-eyed rat.
Before she could take action, the double-eyed rat disappeared into the ground and disappeared.
"Be careful, someone is coming."
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and looked solemn.
Not long after, ten immortal cultivators came towards them, it was Wang Qingshan and his party.
The double-eyed rat emerged from the ground and climbed back into the spirit beast bag at Wang Qingshan's waist.
Wang Qingshan glanced at the yellow bag that was flapping in the hands of the girl in the yellow dress, narrowed his eyes, and said politely: "That second-level low-grade demon scorpion is in your hands! That is our prey, please return it, fellow Taoist." Give us."
"It's a joke. There's no name written on that demon scorpion, so why should I give it to you? If you say it's yours, then it's yours?"
The girl in the yellow skirt didn't think so. After wandering around the mountains for more than a month, she found some elixirs that were decades old. She had been holding back her anger for a long time. Finally, she encountered a second-level demonic insect that had exhausted its demonic power, and it hit her mouth. Fatty, how could she let it go
After hearing this, Wang Qingshan's face turned cold and said: "What if I want you to give it back to me!"
There were four foundation-building monks on the other side, but Wang Qingshan was not afraid at all. When hunting monsters, he often encountered this kind of thing, so he was not surprised.
"Return? Why should I give you my things? Do you think we are afraid of you because there are so many people?"
The girl in the yellow dress had no idea and threw out three shining flying knives.
Seeing this scene, Wang Qiuming and other clan members in the Qi refining stage without saying a word, each took out a yellow flag and waved it gently. A yellow light flew out from each of them. The eight yellow lights condensed together and turned into a yellow flag about ten feet in size. The light curtain covers them inside.
Wang Qingshan pinched his sword skills, and a crisp sword sound sounded. Nine long green swords flew out from the green sword box on his back, suspended above the yellow light curtain.
Wang Qingjun also took out a red flag, ready to start a fight if they disagreed.
When the middle-aged man saw the nine green flying swords, his expression changed. He suddenly thought of something and ordered the girl in the yellow skirt: "Min'er, return that demon scorpion to them."
"Uncle Qi, why are you afraid of them! They only have two foundation-building monks. In terms of number of people, we have more people than them."
The middle-aged man glared at her and ordered unceremoniously: "Didn't you hear what I said? Return that demon scorpion to them, immediately."
"Uncle Qi, why are you so afraid of them?"
The girl in the yellow dress curled her lips, revealing a bitter face.
"Twelve sisters, they are members of the Wang family of Qinglian Villa. The leader should be Wang Qingshan. This person is a sword cultivator and has never been defeated. The Wang family is good at refining puppet beasts. It is rumored that the Wang family's demon hunting team has a second-level monster. Puppet beast, return the second-order demon scorpion to them quickly, haven't you seen that they have already formed a defensive formation? It will only be us who suffer in a fight."
A young man in a yellow shirt explained via voice transmission.
Hearing the words "Wang Qingshan", the girl in the yellow dress changed slightly. She hurriedly took out the yellow cloth bag and hit a magic spell on the yellow cloth bag, releasing the yellow demon scorpion.
Wang Qingshan, a descendant of the cultivator family, is known to everyone. It is said that Wang Qingshan is a sword cultivator. With his sharp swordsmanship, he can kill second-level monsters like chopping melons and vegetables. He can kill high-level second-level monsters with one person. Demonic beasts, with their great reputations, have no false reputation, because a second-level demon scorpion is too stupid to fight with Wang Qingshan.
Wang Qingjun held out a yellow cloth bag and put away the yellow demon scorpion.
Wang Qingshan squeezed his magic skills, and the nine green flying swords flew back to the sword box. He rushed to the opposite side, cupped his fists, and said politely: "Thank you very much."
The middle-aged man forced a smile on his face and said politely: "It's all a misunderstanding. We still have something to do. Fellow Taoist, please excuse me."
He waved his hand and retreated with his comrades, his face full of caution.
Wang Qingshan would naturally not be unreasonable and asked Wang Qiuming to remove the formation.
"Uncle Qi, they seem to be afraid of you?"
Wang Qiuming asked curiously.
"Afraid of me? I didn't do anything. Qiu Ming, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must not be unreasonable and unforgiving. If you are not strong enough, don't act out of anger. You should endure it. You must endure the calm for a while and retreat. The sea and the sky are vast in one step, but one cannot be as brave as an ordinary man."
Wang Qingshan said seriously.
"I understand, Uncle Qi."
"Okay, let's go back quickly! This is Tang State's territory after all, don't stay too long."
Wang Qingshan waved his hand and led the team away.
At this moment, a huge roar came from behind.
Wang Qingshan turned his head subconsciously and saw ripples in the void thousands of feet high, and a blue light appeared. Before the two of them could breathe, the blue light turned into a blue vortex several feet wide.
The blue vortex continued to grow, and blue arcs could be vaguely seen, as if something was about to come out.
"What is this? Is some kind of treasure born?"
Wang Qingjun's face was filled with curiosity and excitement.
Ten breaths later, the whirlpool was a hundred feet in size, and a huge golden palace could be vaguely seen, looming.
The golden palace seemed to be made of some kind of golden jade. It was crystal clear. Mysterious runes were all over the palace door, flowing up and down, giving people a strange and unpredictable feeling.