It was very quiet inside the temple, even the sound of snoring was gone.
Everyone seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
The fire light flickered on and off, flickering on everyone's face.
Suddenly, two people stood up one after another.
They are still two mortals, mortals with shaved heads.
The two mortals had triumphant smiles on their faces. One of them, a tall and thin one, was holding a Qiankun bag in his hand, collecting and patrolling the temple.
Another person did the same thing, and even cursed and spat at a casual cultivator.
"Cultivation person? Immortal? Bah! It's not just fish on the chopping board!"
The mortals cursed happily in their hearts and worked non-stop. Although these refugees fled, they still had some valuable things with them.
It's only natural that they work so hard and walk with a large group of sour and smelly refugees, starving and sleeping in the open every day for some hard-earned money.
You have to cut back more, otherwise how can you be a master?
However, a moment later, a casual cultivator suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from the pile of lying people.
But the two mortals didn't show any panic, they just bowed towards the casual cultivator with a flattering look on their faces.
"Old fairy!"
Two mortals spoke humbly.
The casual cultivator, who was respectfully called the "Old Immortal", casually said "Hmm" and stopped talking to the two ants.
The two ants happily carried the Qiankun bag and continued to collect the good things from this group of refugees.
The little Pegasus and the little Thunder Wing Tiger can be seen clearly in the spirit beast bag, and the little Lingxi is also looking at them.
It turns out that mortals and monks colluded to commit evil.
The casual cultivator was an old man with gray hair, a shrunken head, and a stooped body. He was actually a golden elixir cultivator, but he had a talisman on his body that suppressed his cultivation, and his exposed cultivation was only at the second level of Qi Refining.
It seems that in this world, there are still many people who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers.
It's just that the golden elixir realm monk doesn't look very good.
After spending so much money, using hundreds of mortals as bait, and spending several months on and off, only a dozen monks were caught, and they were all low-level monks in the foundation-building and Qi-training stages.
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Not a single big fish! What a waste of time and this valuable bottle of high-grade ecstasy powder.
"unlucky!"
The golden elixir raised its foot and kicked Yue Hongyun from the air. Yue Hongyun was kicked until blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but there was no reaction.
Apparently, the Jindan cultivator had already figured out that among the Anyue family, Yue Hongyun was the leader.
"What's going on?"
Little Pegasus and Little Huzi looked at each other in the spirit beast bag. Could it be that Yue Hongyun had been tricked?
It shouldn't be.
Is this all Yue Hongyun has?
Xiao Huzi looked at the little Pegasus and questioned: "Si Duan Zi has this little luck, and he can be stunned by others casually?"
Look at their owners, they are working hard to pretend to be faint right now.
The little Pegasus shook her long hair from her forehead and said confidently: "There will definitely be a reversal, we'll just wait and see."
The Jindan cultivator tried this and was completely relieved. It seemed that these foundation-building disciples only had so much ability. No matter how many tricks they used when they were awake, they could not escape his ecstasy powder.
"Oh, slay demons, defend the Tao, and fight against injustice!"
The golden elixir cultivator sneered slightly, stretched out two fingers, and performed a dust-purifying technique to remove the mud from the faces of the female disciples of Anyue and Yue. He saw their faces clearly, and then shook his head with a little disappointment.
head.
It's not stunning, and it's not worth saving to warm your bed.
The golden elixir cultivator took a leisurely step, used the fire control technique, tested every unconscious monk's eyelashes, and pocketed all the storage bags and spirit beast bags on these monks, and finally came
Go to the corner where An Qingli lay down.
An Qingli lay there motionless, his face pressed against the cold wall, still acting presentable.
"And you!" The stooped Jindan old man was not in a good mood. He had been depressed for a long time, and he was a bit of a neurotic chatterbox, so he muttered to An Qingli, "There is a door to heaven for you.
If you don't leave, hell has no door, you just barged in. You barged in, it happened to be a period of Qi training, and it happened to be so ugly. Even if your cultivation level is a little higher, I can follow you over there.
Change it to more good stuff.”
An Qingli remained calm and continued to listen to the other party's chatter. It seemed that the old Jindan man was not planning to commit murder, but only planned to arrest these people in the temple and exchange things with some force.
Trading people for things?
This old Jindan guy is really nothing.
The old Jindan man moved a little closer to An Qingli, but he didn't get too close. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the low-level storage bag tied to An Qingli's waist flew into the old man's hand.
In the low-level storage bag, there are only a few changes of clothes, a flying sword weapon, a few low-level talismans, and some low-level spiritual stones.
An Qingli changes roles a lot, and every time he changes, he puts a lot of effort into his outfit and equipment to avoid being seen through.
This low-level storage bag has no owner, and any monk with spiritual awareness can investigate and use it.
As for the mid-to-high-level storage bags, storage rings, and spirit beast bags that the old man of Jindan had seized before, they have all recognized their owners. Basically, they need to be recovered after the owner dies or has his consciousness forcibly erased.
It will be used and snooped by others.
"Hey, he is indeed a poor man."
The old man sighed to himself and reluctantly accepted the low-level storage bag.
As for the spirit beast bag on An Qingli's body, the old man had no interest in it. He knew without even thinking that it was just the eggs or larvae of some low-level monster. It would be an eyesore even if it was contained.
The little Pegasus was in the spirit beast bag, laughing at the old man for being too short-sighted and missing out on the bloodline of divine beasts like it and Little Huzi.
The old man Jin Dan looked around, and then took out another space magic weapon from his arms.
Materials for refining space magic weapons are difficult to find and are not uncommon in the world of cultivation.
The old man wiped out all the monks in the temple before he was ready to take action.
"Old god, wait a little longer, wait a little longer!"
The two mortals hurriedly begged, but their hands were busy, each holding a Qiankun bag, busy collecting valuables from the mortals.
The old man Jin Dan came and went without a trace. If they didn't rush to make a fortune at this time, then their busy days would have been in vain.
The jade jade that a noble prince wore on his belt must be worth a lot of money, and the two mortals almost got into a fight over it.
"Why doesn't Yue Hongyun take action yet?" Little Pegasus was complaining to An Qingli.
Looking at the old man's posture, he was ready to withdraw his troops.
An Qingli was also puzzled. How could Yue Hong, who had great luck and great luck in Fengyu Secret Realm and was a disciple of Qi Luck who was personally determined by Sect Master Qiu, be so capable?
"How about we take action?" The smelting fire was eager to try. If it were a little later, I was afraid that the old man would take it into the space magic weapon.
It is easy to become passive if you stay in someone else's space magic weapon, so it is best not to try it.
An Qingli said "hmm" and couldn't wait for Yue Hong to move his hands, so he had to go into battle himself.