"It is not a pity to die for such a clever and ungrateful person"

The stern middle-aged man shouted coldly, stretched out his legs to kick the corpse out of the boat, secretly peeled off the Sumeru ring, and popped out a soul-dispersing bead.

The ghost of the scholar in white was about to condense into human form, but with a flash of blue, it instantly disintegrated and turned into clouds and smoke with the wind.

"Mr. Zuo, how dare you do this?"

Pavilion Master Fang frowned angrily and was extremely surprised. Although he was extremely dissatisfied with the scholar in white, he had never thought of killing the killer. It should be noted that behind the scholar in white, there was also a behemoth of the Yun family.

The cold middle-aged man said coldly, "Just kill these little rats. Our group is not harmonious because of these villains. Elder Xue has done a great favor by saving his life. This man has no thought of repayment and talks sarcastic words. He is so treacherous and treacherous. I will keep him here."

What’s the use.”

Not to mention, the person who had just fled was someone from his left.

Pavilion Master Fang was actually speechless by his clever words, and the cold middle-aged man added, "Pavilion Master Fang doesn't need to worry. If the Yun family stirs up trouble, Zuo will answer it. Just say that he was killed by the Blood Bat Demon King.

Not telling Yun that he was escaping for a while would be considered as saving face for the Yun family, and it turns out that the Yun family has nothing to say."

Pavilion Master Fang was completely speechless. This man actually planned everything clearly.

Xu Yi secretly kept a close eye on this man. He was a real cunning man. He ran away for his life before rebelling against him. He managed to get both sides and returned home with a full load.

Regarding the death of the scholar in white, Xu Yi could only feel happy and had no regrets. The only thing he was unhappy about was that the man named Zuo had eaten the piece of fat and he had not lost anything.

After everything was settled, Xu Yi didn't want to socialize with everyone, so he complained to the master of the Fang Pavilion, returned the flying disk, and returned to the room with his stomach full. He ate a whole meal using the supplies in the room, closed the door, and called out the iron.

The essence turned into a silver bow. He pulled on the dragon's whiskers and stretched the bow string repeatedly.

Although the two arrows hit just now, he was not satisfied. Both arrows were aimed at the head of the Earth Blood Bat Demon King, and only the second arrow hit. This was not the same as when he tried shooting copper coins in the martial arts field.

few.

Xu Yi thought about it for a moment and realized how the differences were caused. One was that the ox-horn bow was no better than the silver bow. The former had been tried thousands of times, but the silver bow was the first to be used.

Moreover, the strength of the two is completely different. When trying out the ox-horn bow, Xu Yi can simply open the bow and shoot arrows, but the dragon whiskers of the silver bow need to be opened in the hidden-edge style.

The Zangfeng style is a method of drawing circles to gather force. When used on bow strings, it is far from successful in moving clouds and flowing water.

Now that he knew where his mistakes were, Xu Yi would try his best to make up for it. The strong would win. The consequences of any omission would be almost fatal.

Xu Yi can't be said to be obsessed with martial arts, but he is quite persistent. The reason for his persistence is only his yearning for powerful power.

Carrying the flying immortals to travel, embracing the bright moon to live forever, now that he has come to this world with great power, how could Xu Yi not want to climb to the peak of that power?

He may even wonder if one day, if he truly cultivates to the point of participating in creation, he will be able to travel through time and space and go back to the past.

His thoughts were vague, but his mind was extremely determined. After firing the bow three hundred times, he was completely exhausted and his arms lost consciousness. Xu Yicai took the iron essence and dragon beard into the Sumeru Ring.

Lying on the bed, he fell into a deep sleep.

A slight vibration came, Xu Yi opened his eyes and knew that the flying boat had landed.

As Pavilion Master Fang jumped out of the boat, he discovered that he was on a wide platform. On the platform, nearly ten aircraft of various types were sparsely parked, but no one was seen.

Not long after, two maids in green skirts walked over quickly. They turned out to be the receptionists sent by the organization of the conference.

After half a stick of incense, Xu Yi entered a stone room assigned to him, looked around through the narrow window, and saw the bright moon hanging high among the mountains and valleys. He knew that this must be a mountain range in the Huiyin Mountains.

After flying for four or five hours, the journey was only a few thousand miles, and it was indeed not beyond the scope of Huiyin Mountain.

The moon was cold and quiet, the wind was quiet, and I had a good night's sleep. Early the next morning, a maid took me to a private room and enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast alone. Then I was sent back to the room and told Xu Yi not to go out.

Wait for notification.

After explaining, the maid actually stood outside the door, as if she was worried that Xu Yi would not listen to the advice and go out rashly.

The guest followed the host as he pleased, and Xu Yi didn't bother to ask. He called out the newly purchased "Ten Thousand Demons Chronicles" from the Sumeru Ring and read it with interest.

The tome is nearly a foot thick, but it is full of all kinds of vivid stories and all kinds of monsters, almost imaginable and nothing that the Lord of Nature cannot create.

After about two pages, Pavilion Master Fang walked in, and the maid outside had disappeared.

Xu Yi put away the "Zhi of Ten Thousand Demons" and suddenly noticed that Pavilion Master Fang had a hesitant look on his face and hurriedly asked why.

Master Fangge said, "I don't know what kind of changes have happened in Huiyin Mountain. A large number of monsters are raging. On the way here, several teams have suffered casualties. The organizer decided to omit the process and go directly to the topic. In the next three moments, it's us

During the exchange time for this team, please be alert and wait for my notification later. Do not go out."

Pavilion Master Fang said a few words and went directly. Xu Yi continued to look for "The Chronicles of Ten Thousand Demons" and read through it.

Even though it was deep in the mountains, the host was very well prepared and even delivered a sumptuous lunch directly to the room.

After eating and taking a nap, when he got up, Pavilion Master Fang led Elder Lei, Mrs. Feng and Leng Jun to pass by the window together. Without waiting for a knock on the door, Xu Yi opened the door and went out, nodding to each other and then

Follow the master of Fang Pavilion and head west.

After walking two miles, seven or eight stone caves appeared in front of them. Elder Lei and Mrs. Feng, a stern middle-aged man, saw the stone caves and walked over with ease.

Pavilion Master Fang pulled Xu Yi over, explained a few words, and went over.

Only then did Xu Yi understand that this cave was the place where qualifications were tested and auction numbers were redeemed.

He chose the stone cave on the far left. As soon as Fang entered, the door of the stone cave was closed and the pearls on the wall lit up. Only then did he realize that the stone cave was very small and crude, and it was obvious that it was carved out for temporary use.

An old man with a gray beard sat lazily behind a table and said feebly, "What are you looking at? It's not the first time. Let's show off quickly. It's better to use some low-quality stuff to make up for it." Obviously.

He treated Xu Yi as a regular customer.

Fortunately, Xu Yi knew the basics and immediately summoned Chen Fenglei's Judge's Pen and handed it over.

Suddenly, the white-bearded old man's face turned bitter, and he snorted coldly, "I just said that I hope it's not a top-up, and then someone comes to top-up. It seems that I really want to report it to the superiors. From now on, I won't accept low-quality goods."

It turns out that this judge's pen is a medium-low grade blood weapon, which can meet the redemption standards this time. The organizer holds this event, and naturally hopes to get as high-grade treasures as possible, but high-grade treasures have always been scarce in the world.

Everyone who comes to attend the conference, if you can get it, these medium and low-grade blood vessels have become the mainstream. In the past two times, the organizer has issued strict requirements. Each attendee is only allowed to turn in one medium-low-grade blood vessel at most.

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Therefore, when the old man with a white beard sees a medium- or low-grade blood vessel, he feels as uncomfortable as seeing a buzzing fly. To be continued.
Chapter completed!