Although Jin Hongkun's Spiritual Sword was damaged, his cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage was still there, and Qingtu was also in his Spirit Beast Bag, plus other things, as long as he didn't encounter ten or eight Foundation Establishment Stages together,
He is still sure.
Generally, treasure-hunting monks are small groups, with one or two foundation-building-stage monks leading several Qi-training-stage monks, and the number of people generally does not exceed twenty.
There are twelve people in their group, with the lowest level of Qi training at the seventh level, and Gu Changhuan, the sixth level of foundation building, leads the team. Many of them have seen Gu Changhuan display his power in the tide of monsters.
, trust him very much.
So although they were worried, they had no fear.
But as they got closer to the edge of the Qianlong Mountain Range, everyone became more wary. They didn't chat much anymore, they just occasionally whispered a few words, their hands were placed on the edge of the storage bag, and some people even held the magic weapon in their hands.
Gu Changhuan is still very satisfied with this. It is better to be cautious than careless.
His consciousness scanned the surroundings again, and suddenly found something interesting behind a bush.
It was a pile of burned firewood, which was still burning red and emitting wisps of white smoke.
Gu Changhuan looked at the sun at its zenith above his head, transmitted a few words, and then said:
"Everyone, let's take a rest! Meditate for a while to restore some spiritual power, and you can rush back to Linyaofang City before sunset."
Everyone nodded, and several people began to meditate.
Gu Changhuan walked around for a few times seemingly casually, frowning. Finally he jumped to a tree and looked around, as if on alert.
But he was secretly doubting in his heart: Did he think too much? Why didn't he notice the aura of other monks?
Could it be that that person, like him, had fragments of a magic weapon that could conceal his aura?
Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan looked inside the Immortal Diagram and saw a mark in the corner of the picture that was quickly moving away and finally disappeared, and he felt relieved.
The messenger's cultivation level is not high, so the lair of the treasure-hunting monks should be nearby. Now that the messenger is gone, they have to make a quick and accurate decision.
If we could capture all this group of treasure-hunting monks...
Gu Changhuan smiled faintly.
At this time, in a cave a few miles away from them, a monk in the foundation-building stage with thick eyebrows and big eyes was leading a dozen monks in the Qi-training stage, who were drinking and eating meat, and were very happy.
The thick-browed and big-eyed Foundation Establishment monk named Guan has already reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.
Suddenly, a monk in the middle stage of Qi training wearing a black cloak ran into the cave. He ran all the way to the monk named Guan and whispered a few words.
After hearing what he said, the monk surnamed Guan glared and asked
"really?"
The monk in the black cloak nodded repeatedly.
"Young one can really see that the clothes on their bodies do bear the clan emblem of the Gu family in the Jiuqi Mountains.
Moreover, the place where they rest and meditate is not far from the trap we set. Although the effect of the stagnant spirit pill is much less effective in the later stage of Qi training, it will still be effective to some extent. When the time comes, Senior Guan, you will be able to catch it!"
"Hahahaha, you did a good job! When I kill these fat sheep this time, I will definitely reward you heavily!
Everyone, the fat sheep is here! Take out your magic weapons!
Black Monkey, go and invite Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Cheng out! I am not a solitary eater!"
The black monkey was the man in the black cloak. He smiled apologetically and cursed:
Why don't you eat alone? You are the one who gets the most!
What a reward! That’s nice to say!
Why don't you, Senior Zhang and Senior Cheng, object if you take the bulk and give us some useless leftovers, and then take advantage of your high cultivation level to get 50% of the harvest?
I am really unlucky to be with such a boss. I do a lot of dangerous things, but I get very little. If he rewards me with some useless things this time, I will sneak away to another place!
Anyway, with this cloak here, the monks in the foundation-building stage can't catch him at all...
Although Black Monkey thought so in his heart, he honestly followed the instructions of the monk surnamed Guan and went to find someone.
Although the monk surnamed Guan has the cultivation of the eighth level of foundation building, he does not have the ability to read people's hearts. Of course, he does not know what is hidden in the heart of this black monkey who is groveling and carefully trying to please him.
He was thinking, wouldn't it be great if he took the spiritual objects of the Gu family monks and sold them to the Gu family's shop, and then went to the Gu family's auction with the used spiritual stones to buy some useful spiritual elixirs and magic weapons?
Thinking of this, he even got a little carried away.
At the same time, in a stone room in the cave, two foundation-building monks were plotting something together.
I saw a middle-aged man with triangular eyes saying:
“In recent days, there have been more and more foundation-building periods in the mountains.
Just yesterday, Black Monkey said that he saw two Haoran Sect's foundation-building stage entering the mountain. If he could find them..."
"If you attack the Haoran Sect monks, don't you want to stay in Qingzhou?"
Or are you tired of living?
Another one-eyed monk asked back.
Haoran Sect is the overlord of Qingzhou. If it were not for the desperate situation of life and death, no one would want to offend the people of Haoran Sect.
"Then what else can you do?" the middle-aged man asked gruffly.
The middle-aged man's surname is Zhang, who is on the second floor of the foundation building stage; the one-eyed monk's surname is Cheng, who is on the fourth floor of the foundation building stage; they are the other two foundation building stage monks of this treasure-winning monk group.
The one-eyed monk named Cheng was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.
Monk Zhang continued:
"How much benefit can you and I get from working under the surname Guan?
If you don’t make a profit by yourself, let alone the Zi Mansion, even the later stage of foundation building will be difficult!”
At this time, monk surnamed Cheng suddenly said:
"You think, no matter how rich those monks who go into the Qianlong Mountains to search for spiritual objects are, can they be rich enough to pass the test?"
They have robbed and killed many monks these days, and most of their income has fallen into the hands of the monk named Guan. The combined income of the two of them is not equal to that of the monk named Guan.
But when he first joined this treasure-hunting group, the monk surnamed Guan said that everyone's gains would be taken out, and after statistics, they would be divided according to their cultivation level and effort;
He did indeed do this at first, but within a few days, the monk surnamed Guan relied on his high level of cultivation to refuse to hand over the storage bag he had obtained by killing the monk, and continued to take his share of the proceeds as usual.
Moreover, the cultivation level of the monk surnamed Guan is much higher than them. The more heads he kills, the more storage bags he obtains. In this way, the storage bags of the monks surnamed Guan become more and more bulging, and they can obtain more
, but it is becoming less and less.
They have gathered together because of their interests, and now there are conflicts in the division of interests, and it is only a matter of time before their swords turn against each other.
The monk surnamed Zhang was stunned:
"You want to attack the person named Guan?"
A stern look flashed through the one eye of the monk surnamed Cheng. He nodded and looked at the monk surnamed Zhang.
This time it was Brother Zhang's turn to hesitate. It was not because of any loyalty or friendship, but because Brother Guan was higher than them. If he really attacked him, he might not be able to win.
The monk surnamed Zhang hesitated for a while, and just when he was about to ask the monk surnamed Cheng if he had any trump cards, the formation on the door was suddenly touched.
"Senior Cheng, are you here? I'm a black monkey. Senior Guan, please go out with Senior Zhang. We have business."
The black monkey's voice came from outside the formation.
"Another fat sheep has come? Is it a casual cultivator or someone else?" asked the monk surnamed Cheng.