Wen Yi returned to Qinli Village, a small village that made him feel relaxed. He wanted to see the people there. Only by living with them could Wen Yi feel inexplicably relaxed. He liked this small village very much.
Wen Yi looked at the heavy rice outside the village, and Wen Yi felt very kind.
Unfortunately, the moment Wen Yi stepped into the small mountain village, he did not see those simple and familiar smiling faces, only bones. The small village that used to be full of vitality became deathly quiet.
Killing! In this chaotic world, there is no reason. No one cares about the life and death of these people at the lowest level of society. They are just a bunch of ants facing death at any time.
Hey, why is it so difficult to find a piece of pure land?
Where are you going? Now Wen Yi suddenly felt a little confused. Unknowingly, Wen Yi walked into the little daughter-in-law's house again. Last time, Wen Yi lived here. The old man next door and his little grandson had disappeared.
There were only a few unidentifiable skeletons in the yard.
"Huh?" Wen Yi's consciousness inadvertently swept away. No! The bones were obviously marked by magic weapons. These were just mortals. Why did the martial artist kill them?
Wen Yi carefully observed again, and found that some bones had tiny traces of warrior spiritual weapons. A martial artist led some warriors and massacred the entire village. Why?
After so many years, many of the people in Qinli Village who I know are probably dead of old age. For a cultivator like Wen Yi, who has been in seclusion for decades, it is normal for all the people he knows to die of old age.
"Are you that brother Wen Yi?" A weak voice came from underground. Wen Yi's spiritual consciousness has not yet been able to penetrate the ground. Obviously, there is something like a cellar underground.
A stove was lifted from below, and a gray-haired old man came out with a ten-year-old child.
"Brother Wenyi, it's really you, I'm Gouwang, wuwu..." The old man knelt in front of Wenyi and cried loudly.
"Gou Wang!" Wen Yi vaguely saw the appearance of the young man from back then on the old man's face. It seemed that this man was the grandson of the old man from Qinli Village. His name was indeed Gou Wang.
"Gou Wang, get up quickly and tell me what happened? Why are all the people in the village dead?" Wen Yi asked.
"Brother Wenyi, I don't know why? A group of men in black broke into our village in broad daylight and killed everyone they saw. I saw that the opportunity was not good, so I boldly went into the cellar with my little grandson.
Only then did he escape the disaster. After killing everyone, the gang of men in black started smashing the walls of every house, as if they were looking for something. The thick walls of many houses were smashed," Gou Wang said, crying.
Wen Yi glanced around and saw that there was a small hole on the side of the stove vent. It was estimated that Gou Wang saw him through this inconspicuous small hole.
Only two of the walls in Gou Wang's house are still there. It seems that the group's goal is thick walls, and most likely they are looking for something like a wall sandwich.
"Do you know who did it?" Wen Yi asked.
"Listen to the leader, if he can't find the secret book, the Wengel family won't let him go." Gou Wang could finally remember the most important thing.
The Wengel family was mentioned by Hou Zhang once when he and Hou Zhang were in the Luyuan Jungle. It is said that a certain martial artist in this family obtained some ancient elixir and broke through to the Martial Saint. Could it be that there is something in Qinli Village?
Amazing secrets?
"Brother Wenyi, over the past few decades, men in black have been coming to our Qinli Village. Some people like me who hid for the first time and escaped with their lives were caught by them the second time, and they kept coming.
After the interrogation, now, all those who can escape have run away, and only our grandfather and grandson are left." Gou Wang said.
"Oh, it's not over yet? Gouwang, don't worry, I'm going to visit the Wengel family. If possible, I will avenge your folks." Wen Yi said.
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Luyuan Jungle is not a great jungle. It is similar to the jungle on the Delei family mountain where Wen Yi lived. At most, it is a place for warrior training. Wen Yi does not believe that the Wengel family can be powerful in this ghost place.
Where to go?
In this world, a family is like a basic ruling unit, similar to towns and counties in previous lives. It is really easy to find the Wengel family here.
Wen Yi secretly sneaked into the Wengel family and captured one of the bodyguards.
"Tell me, what exactly are you, the Wengel family, looking for in Qinli Village?" Wen Yi asked.
"Brother, the elders of our Wengel family just asked us to find a secret book. As for what kind of secret book it is, I am just a follower and I don't know." The frightened guard quickly replied.
"Brother, that's all I know. Please let me go. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child..." This line is really familiar. This guy is too naughty. Wen Yi originally had no idea.
I planned to take his life, but now I changed my mind.
"Pfft!" The spiritual power swept across and killed the Wengel family guard.
I asked another guard, but still had no accurate information.
It seems that what the Wengel family is looking for is only within a certain core range, and these peripheral warriors don't know about it.
The Wengel family is not much stronger than the original Delei family. It turns out there are only three martial arts masters, and the strongest one is the martial arts master Dzogchen. Coincidentally, this guy is the one who got lucky and broke through the martial arts world.
Saint's illness. Wenger.
It's nothing remarkable. It was not many years before his breakthrough. It is said that this Gui Chao went to some martial arts training center to practice, but he is not at home yet.
Wen Yi no longer had any scruples, and took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the Wengel family again.
"Liu Tang, I still can't find the secret book, what should I do?" said an old martial artist.
"There is nothing we can do, Song Kui. Now there is not a single living person in Qinli Village. We have no clue at all. Alas!" Liu Tang, who looked young, also sighed.
"Decades have passed and we still can't find any secret book. If Gui Chao doesn't give us the elixir, how can we still have a chance to break through the Martial Saint." Song Kui said helplessly.
"It's true that Gui Chao is not an alchemist, so why does he need the secret book of alchemy? It's no wonder that we are all from the same family, this guy actually threatens us, huh!" Liu Tang said angrily.
Alchemy! Wen Yi overheard this and became interested. His next step was to find a quiet place to study the third-level elixir. No matter what kind of elixir it was, it was something that a martial saint was interested in.
You will always be of some use.
It seems that the two remaining martial arts masters of the Wengel family don't know any clues, so there is no use keeping them.
What future does a family that doesn’t even have a martial artist have? Just wait for other families to deal with you, haha! Wen Yi stretches out his claws again...
"Gou Wang, don't worry. I have killed the two most powerful martial artists in the Wengel family. They won't come to trouble you for a while. However, there are still many masters in their family.
I'm afraid you won't be able to stay here for long, so if you can leave, you'd better leave as much as possible." Wen Yi carried two heads and found Gou Wang.
Gou Wang was extremely grateful to Wen Yi and took his grandson to seek refuge with relatives.
Before leaving, Gou Wang gave Wen Yi a scarlet animal skin.
"Damn! Saint level demon blood pill recipe!" Wen Yi was shocked. Unexpectedly, the so-called secret book that the Wengel family had been searching for for decades but could not find was the demon blood pill recipe that Wen Yi dreamed of.
Haha! Not bad! Although this elixir does not contain a thousand-year-old elixir, ten kinds of century-old elixir, or the essence and blood of the third-level holy beast Wenyi that is necessary for the elixir, but with a clear goal, there is always a
I hope so.
Three Thousand Martial Saints, Wen Yi had heard from Master Mei Yu that this was the minimum standard for entering the Lan King's Domain, and he still had to work hard.
The Martial Saint who brought his dragon and horse with him was too eye-catching no matter where he went, and he was currently unable to fight against the powerful family forces.
Forget it, let's go to the Orc Prairie. Even though it's very chaotic there, after all, I don't have any enemies there.
Having been there once, Wen Yi was already familiar with the road. With the token of the tauren boss in his hand, Wen Yi successfully entered the orc area.
The elder of Niutou Dantang is still the same Saqim. The difference is that Wen Yi now has a different identity and is a high-ranking martial saint.
"Elder Saqim, do you have a holy level earth fire here? Oh, it is a holy level alchemy room." Wen Yi asked, the main purpose of his visit this time was to quietly refine alchemy and practice.
"Yes, of course there is. At the bottom of this alchemy hall, we have three holy-level alchemy rooms. With the patriarch's gold medal, you can enter any of the holy-level alchemy rooms at any time." Saqim said without hesitation.
After all, Wen Yi came out of his own alchemy hall. The most important thing was that he had the gold medal in the hands of the clan leader. Saqim felt that there should be no problem for Wen Yi to use an alchemy room. He would just tell the clan leader afterwards.
"There are only three, so you...don't have anyone else coming here to make alchemy?" Wen Yi asked. There are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of tauren, but these three holy level alchemy rooms are really pitiful.
"Senior, to tell you the truth, these three holy alchemy rooms have not been used for tens of thousands of years. We tauren have not had a holy alchemy master for a long time." Saqim said.
"Oh, you mean, other orc tribes have saint-level alchemists?" Wen Yi asked.
"Well, tigers, werewolves, and snakes, only these three tribes currently have saint-level alchemists. We don't even have the opportunity to learn alchemy. The competition between the various tribes is very fierce." Saqi
Mu shook his head regretfully and said.
Wen Yi is not interested in the grievances between the orcs for the time being. Now, Wen Yi still has two pill prescriptions given to him by Qiqi Ge, the ghost rat. Now that he has the pill prescriptions, what Wen Yi needs most now is to get them.
The elixir needed by Qidan Fang.
Since the orcs here have a saint-level alchemy master, they should have the opportunity to exchange elixirs. Obviously, the mere martial artist in Saqim in front of him cannot find the answer here.
"The elixir you need is not even available in the elves you have been to?" Sang Kun, the leader of the tauren, met with Wen Yi. Sang Kun still had an impression of this alchemist and knew that he had been to the elves.
"There are a lot of elixirs from the elves, but the elixirs from the elves have too much life and are not suitable for my elixir recipe. However, I still have some thousand-year-old elixirs in my hand. I don't know if I have a chance to exchange them with you."
"For a moment." Wen Yi was helpless. The alchemy recipes of alchemists are all kinds of strange. Only certain powerful races or sects can have certain reserves. There are really not many opportunities for casual cultivators like himself.