Loot?

Mo Qiu glanced in the distance.

There is still constant fighting and roaring, but no one wants to participate in the few people present.

Just a severely injured attendant made them exhausted, and many people died. How strong is the blood dragon son Zhao Wuya himself?

Going, fear is just death.

"Junior Brother, kill your opponent outside, you don't need to turn in the sect of what you have seized." Shen Quan's eyes flashed and motioned:

"You choose first."

In the Lingyun Mountains, long before the establishment of the Cangyu faction, there were already mature rules for dividing the spoils, which were distributed according to credit and strength.

This time, the killing of Zhao Long was undoubtedly the biggest contribution to the sudden uprising, but other people's assistance was indispensable.

Let him choose first, of course.

Do not seek to return to God, glance at what is in the field.

The most conspicuous ones are naturally shields and sticks.

With his insights, he could also guess that these two artifacts were by no means ordinary, they were considered middle-grade artifacts.

At the beginning, it seemed that the mainland Mansion had only two middle-grade artifacts, which were of great value, and the power was just seen with my own eyes.

but……

Don't ask for a one-handed move, but the rigid and soft Huosha Zhenzhen rolled towards the ground and brought back a cloth bag from Zhao Long's bones.

The cloth bag is dusty, not much bigger than the palm of the hand. There is a gold rope tied to the mouth of the bag.

Trying to open the cloth bag, the knot seems to be simple, but it can't be untied anyway.

Upon seeing this, Mo Qiu showed joy on his face and put the cloth bag into his arms.

The other two were not surprised by his choice, but looked envious.

"Storage bags!"

Shen Quan sighed softly:

"This is a good thing. Even my inner sect disciple, only a few have it."

Although the storage bag has no attack and defense capabilities, it can hold a lot of things.

In addition, the refining is not easy, the quantity is scarce, and to a certain extent, it is more expensive than the medium-grade artifacts.

What's more, no one can tell what's in the storage bag, even if there is a large spiritual stone.

As he said, with one hand, he picked up the shield on the ground not far away and took it in his hand to watch it carefully.

His eyes also showed joy.

For a life-saving cultivator, Shen Quan was extremely satisfied with the strong defensive power of this thing.

"Junior Brother Song, it's your turn."

He patted his forehead and said:

"Forgot to introduce, don't ask for Junior Brother Mo, this is Junior Brother Song Guanru from Cang Yufeng."

"Junior Brother Song is a young man and he is good at wooden Taoism. I heard that he will soon become an inner disciple."

"Brother has a good reputation." Song Guanru was about twenty-five and sixty years old, with a gentle and gentle temperament, he bowed his hand at Moqiu:

"Brother Mo's martial arts are superb, Yanshi's skill is exquisite, I admire it!"

"You're polite." Mo Qiu shook his head and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Brother Song, please!"

"Um."

Song Guanru groaned, his gaze stayed on the stick for a while, and then moved to Zhao Long's bones.

After Mo Qiuhuo Zhenzheng washed away, there shouldn't be anything left, at least there is no clothes left.

But there was a pair of soft boots on the scene, still intact.

Being able to resist the fire and evil spirits is definitely not an ordinary product.

With a single-handed move, the soft boots fell into his hands. Song Guanru ignored the eyes of others and changed his boots on the spot.

"Huh!"

The figure shook and disappeared in place instantly, appearing twenty meters away.

This speed is moving.

It's no wonder that Zhao Long's physique was so amazing just now, even Moqiu had no time to dodge.

Come to think of it, there is a large part of the power of soft boots.

"Junior Brother Song has good eyesight." Shen Quan's eyes were regretful:

"With this thing, let alone other things, at least there are many more chances to save your life in distress."

"Haha..." Song Guanrulang smiled:

"If the brother is heart-stirring, we can change it. Song can't ask for it."

Shen Quan's eyes moved slightly, then he gently shook his head:

"Fine!"

"I think this thing is wonderful, but it is limited by the speed of the imperial emissary. I am not strong enough. Even if I put it on, I can't increase the speed much."

"Brother has good eyesight."

Song Guanru lightly praised, and at the same time flicked his big sleeves lightly, with an invisible force supporting the club in the court, falling in front of Mo Qiu:

"Brother Mo, if it weren't for you, let's not talk about the spoils of this time, I will say whether we can escape a catastrophe."

"The last thing belongs to you."

"This..." Mo Qiu hesitated and looked at Shen Quan.

Shen Quanquan nodded:

"I have no problem, Junior Brother accepts it."

Don't ask for it before accepting it.

As for the many innate soldiers in the field, although they have suffered heavy losses, they are not in the ranks of gains.

The fight, although dangerous, but fortunately profitable.

Storage bags and sticks are rare things. Once refined, Moqiu's strength will surely increase by leaps and bounds.

‘Unfortunately, the power of the soul is limited, and it is unable to continue the blood refining of the magic weapon unless the fairy cloud barrier or the fire dragon pendant is erased. ’

But these two things are equally important, and neither is indispensable.

After all, the strength is still insufficient!

"Kachacha..."

As the thoughts turned, there was a sudden sound of forest breaking in the distance.

When a few people turned their heads, they saw a **** glow, winding through the dense forest, rushing straight to the place.

As the blood passed by, the forest collapsed and smoke was everywhere.

"Blood Dragon!"

"Zhao Wuya!"

"Run away!"

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and there was no time to think about it. They were already applying their own methods, spreading around.

"Om..."

The void trembled, and a faint blood light expanded wildly from the rear, and it enveloped the surroundings in the blink of an eye.

Everyone inside was stagnant at the same time.

"Puff! Puff!"

Mo Qiu just felt that his heartbeat was speeding up, and his blood was surging like crazy, as if he was about to break out of his body.

not good!

Condensed in his heart, the Buddha of Knowledge Sea emerged.

"town!"

"Not moving like a mountain seal!"

The exercises are running, the qi and blood in the body are also suppressed, and they are back in control again, but other people obviously don't have this ability.

"what!"

"puff!"

One person screamed, spurting blood, and the blood gathered in the air, throwing a spatula towards the rear.

"call……"

The **** knife burst into full swing, and the speed surged, like Xuelong Jiaoyao, instantly slicing several Taoist soldiers.

After the knife light passed, the blood in the Dao Soldier's body was swallowed up by the blood knife, and instantly turned into corpses.

The **** light was also full again.

"Leave me!"

The babble sounded in the air, lightning flashed and thundered in the void, dozens of arm-thin electric lights fell fiercely.

"Crackling..."

The electric light blasted above the blood light, hitting a large area of ​​blood, and it also revealed a vague blood shadow.

Mu Qing's figure leaped in the distance, shouting loudly:

"Stop him!"

Do not hesitate, speed up the escape.

Stop a true biography?

What a joke!

Shen Quan's choice was the same as that of him, his body flickered, speeding up his escape, only Song Guanru hesitated.

But they wanted to escape, but the blood shadow behind was obviously unwilling to stop there.

"Wow!"

With a strange whistle, the blood shadow once again penetrated a Taoist soldier and rushed towards the most energetic figure in his eyes.

Do not ask!

"Blood!"

"Give me blood!"

The blood shadow flickered, and it was ten feet away. Even the speed of many cultivators' flying swords could not keep up.

A few flashes, they are not far behind him.

"Damn it!"

Mo Qiu's expression sank, he turned around abruptly, and the fire dragon piercing that was ready to go burst into flames.

At the same time, the fairy cloud barrier wrapped his body and continued to fly back.

Above.

"Crack!"

The eagle puppet roared, his wings closed, his claws bounced, and he leaped toward the blood shadow from top to bottom.

"boom……"

A huge sea of ​​fire was born out of thin air, sweeping over ten meters in front of it, full of rich flames.

There is also an eagle clinging to the flames, with its big mouth open, spitting out piercing auras frantically.

"Rumble..."

The flames rolled wildly, and the ground roared.

But even so, the blood light that was bombarded by the Xuanhuo Tenglong frontally was still tenacious. Even though the blood light around his body had escaped, he still resisted the offensive and narrowed the distance between the two a little bit.

"Go to hell!"

"Give me blood!"

The blood shadow seems to be irrational, only a bloodthirsty madness, crazily wanting to get blood.

At this time, the chasing soldiers from the rear also rushed over.

"Crack..."

A huge thunder fell from the sky, like a **** wielding a weapon, and blasted fiercely above the blood.

In the next instant, the blood was stagnant.

"boom!"

A group of red lights exploded in the air.

The flames dissipated, and several inner disciples appeared in the surroundings, swiftly scanning the audience with bright eyes.

"Fucked!" one person mumbled:

"Although there is a blood knife, this person is not Zhao Wuya. I said why he looked so weak just now."

weak?

Mo Qiu at the back showed a wry smile.

Exciting the sequelae of the fire dragon with all his strength, making him confused and his body trembling slightly.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain, Junior Brother Liu!" Mu Qing's expression changed:

"Go!"

At the sound of the sound, a few people rushed in the direction they came, but as for the others in the field, they didn't care.

In the eyes of these inner sect disciples, a few outer sects and a few Taoist soldiers are far less important than the goal.

Watching a few people leave, Mo Qiu felt his whole body soft, closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

Is it so dangerous here?

He worshipped the immortal gate, asking for the path of cultivation, but he didn't want to plunge himself into such a dangerous situation!

…………

"Ahem..."

Softly up.

A charming woman covered her soft lips with her hands, coughed softly, and her gesture was pitiful.

"Senior Sister." Mu Qing stepped forward, her tape worried:

"How are you?"

This woman is surprisingly the true biography of the contemporary Cangyu school Miyuefeng, Wang Qiaoxi.

"It's okay." Wang Qiaoxi waved his hand gently, with a weak voice:

"It is a blessing to have not hurt the origin. After one and a half years of cultivation, you should be able to recover."

"Damn it!" Mu Qing's beautiful eyes were evil:

"It's a pity that you didn't catch the surname Zhao. At this time, he attacked Senior Sister and he just wanted to ruin your path."

"No." Wang Qiaoxi's beautiful eyes flashed:

"Sneak into the sect and attack me, even if I succeed, it is not easy to escape. The danger is so great, Zhao Wuya is definitely not such a reckless person."

"Then what is he for?"

"I am also very curious."

Wang Qiaoxi took out something from his body and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes:

"But I guess it should be for this thing."

"what is this?"

"One, the key that can open a secret place, I thought it was just the person who said casually, but now it seems that it is very likely to be true." Wang Qiaoxi's beautiful eyes flashed:

"It is possible to let a hopeful Daoji's true story not hesitate to get in danger, but I am very curious about the secret hidden in this thing."

After a pause, she looked up and asked:

"How is Zhao Wuya's situation?"

Mu Qing replied: "Although he ran away, he was also seriously injured, and even lost the blood knife of his personal magic weapon. I am afraid that he won't be able to recover every few years."

"You are wrong." Wang Qiaoxi shook his head:

"Zhao Wuya's practice is weird. If you don't care about the foundation, no matter how serious the injury is, you can quickly recover. However, the loss of the blood knife is enough for him to feel distressed for a while, and I am not at a disadvantage."

"Right." Mu Qing thought for a while and said:

"This time chasing Zhao Wuya~lightnovelpub.net~ Many disciples have died, and some have done meritorious services. How should we arrange?"

"According to the example." Wang Qiaoxi asked casually:

"I heard that there is an outside disciple who is quite outstanding?"

"Not bad." Mu Qing nodded:

"The man's name is Mo Qiu. Although he is a mortal warrior, he is proficient in Yanshi's creation and his strength is not weak."

"Um……"

"He seemed to be frightened and begged me to change him to a safer job."

"Um..." Wang Qiaoxi pursed his lips:

"Unfortunately, the avenue is struggling, if there is no fearless heart to the dao, even if there is some talent, it will sooner or later disappear."

"Senior Sister said yes."

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