163, Hundred Years Golden Orchid, Xuanyang Guard, Zhongzhou
Ahead, seven or eight practitioners wearing green robes have also discovered this place.
They also restrained their auras and carefully explored here.
"I am a practitioner who comes to Qingmang Mountain to hunt. I wonder where you fellow Taoists are from?"
There was a voice coming from the other party.
"So are we."
Zhao Pu pointed at the huge monster carried by Lin Shen and spoke loudly.
Regardless of the flesh, blood, muscles, and bones of this monster beast's body, it can be used to refine weapons and obtain materials.
The body of a Hanmu Ape, once cleaned up, is worth several hundred spirit stones.
After hearing Zhao Pu's words, several people over there looked at each other, whispered a few words, and then slowly walked over.
They stood vigilantly a few feet away.
Han Muye glanced at several people.
Sure enough, he is a casual cultivator.
He has had a lot of dealings with casual cultivators recently, and he can tell who is a casual cultivator and who is a sect practitioner at a glance.
When sect practitioners look at people, they first look at their clothes and body shape.
Regardless of the position or the bearing of standing there, sect practitioners have their own rules and some cooperation.
On the other hand, no matter what they wear, how they stand, or how they look, they are alert from the bottom of their hearts.
This is the result of long-term experience.
At this moment, Zhao Pu and the other three were standing. Zhao Pu was in front, tall and leading the way.
Han Muye was in the middle, his hands lowered.
Lin Shen, who was carrying the monster beast, stood half-step beside Han Muye and protected him.
This kind of position is definitely not for casual cultivators.
Han Muye could understand it, and even the casual cultivator opposite could understand it.
"It turns out that I'm a fellow Taoist who came here to hunt. It seems that the harvest is good." The fifty-year-old man who was leading the opposite glance glanced over and saw the monster carried by Lin Shen. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said.
Neither side had any intention of talking to each other. The old man named Zhu over there briefly exchanged words with Zhao Pu about the monsters he had seen here, reminded them of the route, and then led the team to carefully cross each other.
Neither party has any intention of cooperating with the other party.
The kind of person who walks in the wild with people he doesn't know is definitely not a practitioner.
How can such a practitioner live a long life?
"Everyone, we can't carry this monster with us. I wonder if you would like to take it with us?"
After the group took a few steps, Han Muye suddenly made a sound.
After hearing his words, everyone over there turned around.
"Fellow Taoist, I wonder how this Han Mu Yuan is going to come out?"
"We are also here for hunting, and we don't have any valuables with us." The old man surnamed Zhu cupped his hands and looked at Han Muye.
"You have collected Pu Ming flowers, right? Three Pu Ming flowers."
Han Muye held out three fingers and then added: "But it needs to be more than ten years old."
The old man surnamed Zhu turned around to look, and then said with a smile: "It turns out that fellow Taoist is also a master of alchemy, and we have picked Pu Minghua."
It's just a courtesy to say "Master" or "Master", but I can tell that they have taken the elixir, so the other party must be a good alchemist.
In the world of spiritual practice, especially among casual cultivators, alchemy cultivation and weapon cultivation have a good reputation.
It is synonymous with being taken advantage of.
Not short of spiritual stones, spend generously.
Just like this transaction, three elixirs worth no more than a hundred spiritual stones were exchanged for the corpse of a Qi-condensing monster beast.
Go back and deal with it properly. The fur, flesh, muscles and bones can be exchanged for at least five hundred spirit stones.
Watching Han Muye and the others walk away, the old man surnamed Zhu smiled and waved: "Let's go back to the station to rest. This trip, I didn't expect such an unexpected surprise."
The other people all laughed, and the two of them carried the body of the monster away.
"Mr. Zhu, the direction they are going to seems to be Yingchou Cliff?" A big man holding a long bow turned his head to look and frowned: "The people who asked us yesterday are also going to Yingchou Cliff?"
His words made the old man named Zhu frown.
"Let's go, we won't go back to the station, we will leave Qingmang Mountain directly."
"Wait until all these outsiders have left before coming back."
"I always feel that they are not ordinary practitioners."
As the old man surnamed Zhu spoke, he took the lead in changing the route and quietly led everyone away.
…
Han Muye and the others didn't care what these hunting cultivators thought, and the three of them walked quickly through the dense forest.
"This Pu Minghua is an important ingredient for refining the eighth-grade Su He Dan."
"After refining Suhe Dan, it can be worth three to five thousand spirit stones."
It is not unreasonable for alchemists and weapon refiners to be generous.
If you don’t have the energy and time to sacrifice the price of elixirs, it’s better to refine the elixir and produce a high-quality elixir, and then several elixirs will come back.
"Senior Brother Han, I have heard about your alchemy methods for a long time."
Zhao Pu looked back at Han Muye and grinned: "It is said that you have also funded many true disciples of the sect?"
"When I go to Fengshou Mountain, you must lend me some good pills."
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
This is just a little effort.
When those true disciples in the sect borrowed elixirs and returned to the sect, they had to pay double the amount with merit, spiritual stones, spiritual materials and other treasures.
Han Muye made a lot of money from this business.
As for the fallen disciples among them, it can only be regarded as a loss in investment.
Doing business always involves risks.
"call--"
There was a sound coming from the dense forest ahead, and a violent aura rushed out.
Zhao Pu let out a low shout, and his body turned into green light and crashed directly into him.
"Bang——"
A gray light flashed through, and a figure several feet long was broken into several pieces.
Han Muye and Lin Shen walked over and saw tree roots as thick as a bowl's mouth scattered on the ground.
"It's a wood demon."
Zhao Pu looked around, and then said in a deep voice: "This kind of wood monster is the most difficult to deal with."
"Furthermore, this monster has a huge root system. I suspect that the mountains and forests for several miles around are the territory of this monster."
In the world of cultivation, it is not only various monsters that can cultivate into monsters, but also many plants and trees that can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn into monsters.
The methods of such monsters are no worse than those of monsters.
Some have special talents and are even extremely difficult to deal with.
"Looking at the golden orchid wood turning into a demon?" Han Muye squatted down, held a piece of wood and said with a smile.
"This golden orchid branch will condense into a golden orchid flower, which is hidden under the main root."
"A golden orchid is worth ten thousand spiritual stones."
Ten thousand spiritual stones.
For everyone in Jiange, it is not a big number.
But even Zhao Pu, who is from the land realm, would be tempted by these.
"Is it really worth ten thousand spirit stones?"
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"Really, I'll just take 10,000 spirit stones." Han Muye nodded.
"Haha, okay, then I will pick this flower." Zhao Pu laughed, and the vigorous power of earth and stone suddenly appeared on his body.
He stood up and punched the rock in front of him.
"boom--"
In a radius of ten miles, the mountains, rocks, earth and trees trembled.
Puffs of earth and rocks began to shake.
The old man surnamed Zhu and others who were dozens of miles away turned around, then ran quickly without hesitation.
This kind of power, at least at the pinnacle of foundation building, cannot be offended.
"Buzz buzz-"
Within a thousand feet in front of Zhao Pu, countless wooden roots as thick as the mouth of a bowl danced and wrapped around his head.
He laughed loudly and punched again, but it still hit the earth and rocks in front of him.
"Bang——"
Tree roots all over the mountain jumped out of the ground, entangled together, and shivered.
"Listen, I just want those flowers, give them to me."
"Otherwise, my fists will not be polite."
Looking at the wooden roots stacked together like mountains, Zhao Pu's aura of earth connection appeared on his body, and he stepped forward step by step.
The trembling wooden root kept retreating, and when Zhao Pu took ten steps, a slender wooden root held three green flower stamens and was brought to him.
A faint spiritual light floats from the flower stamens, and a light fragrance emerges.
Only the petals the size of peach blossoms overlap, and there is a warm halo inside.
Zhao Pu grinned, took the pistil, turned around and walked to Han Muye.
"Not bad, three hundred-year-old golden orchids."
Han Muye smiled and carefully put the stamens into a jade box, then took out seven or eight high-grade spiritual stones and handed them to Zhao Pu.
"A hundred-year-old wood orchid is worth the price."
This was an unexpected surprise. With a smile on his face, Zhao Pu touched his bald head and took the spirit stone with both hands.
He turned around, looked at the wooden roots that were slowly digging into the rocks and soil, and threw a spiritual stone over with his hand.
"I won't take it from you for free."
Mugen took the spirit stone, waved it gently a few times, and then slowly disappeared.
About half an hour after Han Muye and the others left the forest, a group of practitioners wearing black robes quietly arrived.
There were nine of these people in total. The person leading the team had an old face but a tall and straight figure, with a black sword hanging from his waist.
The other people are all young, and their auras are restrained, but they can still feel the surging power bursting and rolling.
The old man who led the team looked around, raised his hand, and a burst of spiritual light exploded.
In the aura, the scene of Zhao Pu and Mu Gen fighting just now emerged.
"Two punches suppressed the wood demon who has been cultivating for hundreds of years. This guy's cultivation is not bad." A thin young man spoke in a low voice with his eyes shining brightly.
"It's just average. He's just a civil servant who has just entered the realm." Another young man curled his lips and said calmly: "Aren't there many places in Zhongzhou with such a level of cultivation?"
Zhongzhou.
"Just take the Mujinlan. It seems that the person accompanying you is the alchemist."
"I returned a high-grade spiritual stone. These three people are cultivators of the sect."
The one who spoke was a female nun wearing a black robe and a hood.
"And these three sects are not bad in Western Xinjiang."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't be willing to take out a high-grade spiritual stone."
"There are very few top-grade spiritual stones in circulation in Western Xinjiang. Top-grade spiritual stones are already very valuable."
The female cultivator's words made everyone around her nod.
"It is said that among the sects in Western Xinjiang, there are nine major sects that are the strongest." A young man laughed and said, "I wonder if the so-called major sects here can have the strength of a county overlord in Zhongzhou?"
Several other people also had smiles on their faces.
The Western Border is just a wild land. If it weren't for Xuanyang Guard's trial mission, how could they pass through the barrier of heaven and earth and come here?
"Don't underestimate anyone, let alone the Four Realms." In front, an old man wearing a black robe with a black sword hanging from his waist said in a cold voice with a solemn face.
His words caused the faces of the people behind him to change, and they hurriedly bowed and handed over their hands.
This supervisory envoy of Xuanyang Guard is the certifier of the success or failure of this mission, and is also the strong Xuanyang Guard who protects them.
No one dares not to listen to his words.
"Let's go, the place where the rebel army last disappeared is on the cliff ahead."
"Finding their relics proves that this rebel army has no possibility of inheritance. This is also the key to your trial mission."
After the old man finished speaking, he strode forward.
"Sir, what if, what if the heritage of the rebels is still there?" The female cultivator in black caught up a few steps and spoke in a low voice.