After easily finishing an easy battle, Meng Zhou didn't go too far, so he found a hidden cliff, made simple modifications to a cave, and stayed there for the night.
Seal the hole with several thick wooden boards cut out with a long sword, leaving a large enough ventilation hole.
A huge bonfire was lit in the cave, and the smoke was discharged along the blowholes, but the outside world did not notice any light from the fire.
On the bonfire.
The long sword that had made a great contribution in the previous battle was now acting as a barbecue iron, passing through a huge bear's paw, and the grease dripped onto the burning firewood, making a soft sizzling sound.
This barbecue long sword was not placed on a stand, but was suspended in the air by a mana hand holding the hilt, slowly rotating.
The other magic hand was rummaging through a pile of miscellaneous trophies, and quickly found a seasoning bag containing salt and various spices.
This magical hand took some of them, and evenly spread them on the surface of the roasted bear's paw under the flames. The delicious aroma instantly filled the entire cave space.
After killing the two roasted bear paws, the loot has been counted.
There are a lot of odds and ends that have nothing to do with practice, such as seasoning packets, flints, etc. If they are all removed and not counted, there will not be much left.
First of all, the main weapons of the four of them, three swords and one knife, are of better quality than the long sword in Meng Zhou's hand that was obtained from a third-level Qi Lian cultivator, especially from the fifth-level Qi Lian cultivator.
The long sword is already a veritable magic sword.
The hardness and sharpness of the single-wheel material is especially high compared to the first-level low-grade magic weapon. The biggest difference between it and the magic weapon is that only close combat can exert its maximum power.
Meng Zhou immediately decided to use this magic sword as his regular main battle weapon.
In addition, there is a sharp dagger and ten spike-shaped hidden weapons.
"It should have considerable power when combined with the sword energy finger." Meng Zhou judged in his mind.
Then there are several boxes of pills that can stop bleeding, detoxify, and provide first aid. Their effects are somewhere between ordinary medicine and real elixirs. Because they are cheap and affordable, they are mostly the solution for monks in the early stages of Qi training.
If these are still used by monks in the middle stage of Qi training, they are a bit too shabby.
In addition, the three monks with broken legs also contributed a total of twenty-one low-grade spiritual stones, which was even more shabby than the two third-level Qi-training casual cultivators who gave away their lives that day and night.
After counting these odds and ends, Meng Zhou focused his attention on a small cloth bag.
This was found from the arms of the headless body who was at the fifth level of qi training. It was the same item that both the former owner and Meng Zhou himself had longed for.
Storage bags.
This thing alone is enough to satisfy Meng Zhou.
Before using his magic power to refine it and make it his own, Meng Zhou also deliberately cleaned his somewhat greasy palms after eating roasted bear paws.
Because the original owner was dead and his cultivation level was only one level higher than his, the mark left in the storage bag was quickly washed away, leaving a soul mark that was unique to him.
The next moment, Meng Zhou saw a small space independent of the storage bag. The shape was somewhere between cubic and spherical. Meng Zhou judged from the items stored inside that the size of the space was just about a cube.
This is considered the lowest category among storage bags, but its price is still not something that most early-stage Qi practitioners can afford.
Therefore, after discovering this storage bag, Meng Zhou was full of expectations for the trophies on this fifth-level Qi training monk.
The result did not disappoint him either.
There are three hundred low-grade spiritual stones and two medium-grade spiritual stones.
A magic sword of slightly inferior quality, but much better than the other swords.
There are sixteen talismans, fifteen of which are relatively common first-level low-grade and first-level mid-grade talismans.
What caught Meng Zhou's attention the most was a first-class escape talisman, and he secretly thought he was lucky.
If he hadn't succeeded with one blow and allowed the other party to slow down enough to use this talisman, otherwise, he would have been helpless as he watched the other party's retreating figure.
From the huge disparity in financial resources between this person and the other three, Meng Zhou suspected that the purpose of the person at the fifth level of Qi training to drive the other three was not simple, but probably had ulterior motives.
However, now that everyone is dead, it becomes meaningless to think about these things.
In the end, it's all me.
Meng Zhou put all the other loot into the storage bag, including his own parcel, including stone rubbings and one hundred and ninety-two low-grade spiritual stones.
But speaking of spiritual stones, there are currently two medium-grade spiritual stones and 513 low-grade spiritual stones in the storage bag.
My net worth more than tripled.
"No wonder people are said to be rich without windfall."
With this emotion in his heart, Meng Zhou carefully put the storage bag into his arms and patted it through his clothes. He felt much more at ease.
At least, you no longer have to worry about how to protect your carry-on package when fighting against others.
Several times, Meng Zhou wanted to open the package and study the stone rubbings to see what secrets they hid.
But Meng Zhou resisted this thought. In fact, these stone carvings printed on ordinary paper were too fragile and could be completely destroyed if not careful.
Therefore, he warned himself over and over again in his heart that he could not play with it, let alone watch it in the wild just to satisfy his curiosity. He must treat it with the most serious attitude.
And in such a wilderness, he could not practice the Water Nourishing Body Technique. Meng Zhou, who seemed a little bored, suddenly remembered the decisive move he had performed in the battle just now, as well as some new thoughts that emerged in his mind after the successful attack.
He couldn't help but stand up and stand in the center of the cave. Then, in a flash, two Meng Zhou appeared in the cave, standing opposite each other and looking directly at each other.
Image-wise, both parties are exactly the same, even their clothes are not the same.
Moreover, these two figures both contain the same breath of life that belongs exclusively to Meng Zhou himself.
If there is only the former without the latter, it will be empty in the eyes of practitioners, who can see through it at a glance.
But if both are combined, it becomes an unsolvable problem for the vast majority of qi-training monks.
They simply cannot tell who is true and who is false based on their own experience.
The only way to distinguish is to fight with reality. What can be broken is the illusion, and what can be truly fought is the truth.
It was Meng Zhou's flash of inspiration that made this possible.
The Phantom Step Dragon has just reached perfection, and he really wants to use it in actual combat.
After becoming a master, the Phantom Stepping Dragon can calmly create afterimage illusions to confuse opponents in battle. After reaching perfection, this characteristic has been further strengthened. As long as he does not take the initiative to cancel it or is exposed by the enemy, this illusion can always exist.
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For mortal warriors, this is a magical skill, but for practitioners, it has a fatal flaw, that is, this illusion is just an illusion and has no breath of life.
Therefore, this trick is completely ineffective for practitioners.
Then, an idea flashed in Meng Zhou's mind. The perfect characteristic of the Breath Condensation Technique is to control one's own life breath freely.
So, he separated a little bit of "dye" on the surface of the illusion.
The result of the combination of the two perfect characteristics is that the monk who is his enemy is completely confused, and it is not until the illusion is shattered that he wakes up in shock.
And by then, it was already too late.
At that time, Meng Zhou thought, "What if there were more? If we added more perfect characteristics together, what would be the effect?"
Meng Zhou stared at the illusion in front of him for a moment, then a pair of magic hands flew out and merged with the illusion's hands.
When the two merged into one, Meng Zhou clearly felt a wonderful feeling feedback.
It seemed that these three perfect characteristics were combined into an organic whole at this moment. He could control the three perfect characteristics at the same time without any deliberate control.
"Come, let's have a fight."
Meng Zhou muttered in his heart and made a fist show.
The phantom body immediately started a fist fight.
But before the fists of both parties touched each other, the illusory body had shattered like a bubble.
Meng Zhou thought to himself, "If you want to try to fight independently with the phantom body, or even fight with yourself, maybe you will be more confident after you have perfected the left and right fighting and Thousand Hands."