The disciples of Fuyang Sect were worried. Last night, a senior brother sent Senior Uncle Zuo back to his room. He screamed in the middle of the night and has not yet come out.
It wasn't until the sun set in the west that the door of the house opened with a creak, and Master Zuo came out with his teeth picked. Behind him is the senior brother who sent him back to his room last night. At this moment, there are red palm prints on his face, his eyes are dull, and he has a desire to die.
"Teacher, uncle..."
"Hey! This little brother, you are waiting for me to get up so early. Senior sister is going to treat you tomorrow!"
The disciple suddenly took a few steps back, with a horrified look on his face: "Master, uncle, you are the one who wants to send all the healing medicine."
The uncle is really crazy. Yesterday, the uncle, uncle, and brother talked nonsense, and today even the senior sister came out. He was holding a storage bag and shivering.
"Don't be afraid!" Zuo Su'er put away the storage bag and lightly touched the back of his hand with her fingers.
The disciple trembled suddenly.
Zuo Suer covered her mouth and giggled. She weighed the storage bag in her hand and walked out the door. Halfway through, she turned around and said, "Follow me. I promised you yesterday that I will take you to dig for treasures today." ! I’m not the only one who has seen the treasure map in the Qingyuan Gate Prison. If someone digs it out in advance, don’t say that my words are not counted!”
The disciple shivered again. The others looked at him sympathetically and quickly lowered their heads. A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist. Junior brother, we wish you great harvest.
Zuo Su'er looked around: "Let's go, let's go! Everyone is following. Anyone who doesn't go is not giving me face~" His voice was shrill, making people's hair stand on end.
Just when he was at a loss, he saw Zuo Suer laughing and walking out of the courtyard, went straight to the sect warehouse, and came out carrying a flying boat.
"Get aboard!"
No one dared to move.
Zuo Su'er smiled sweetly: "If you don't want to get on the boat, what do you want to get on?"
The disciple who sent him back to his room yesterday suddenly shuddered, his eyes finally brightened, but he was extremely frightened. He jumped onto the flying boat at a much faster speed than usual, but he only dared to hide far behind, farthest away from Zuo Su'er.
The others reacted, no longer daring to hesitate, and stepped onto the flying boat one after another, with expressions of heroic sacrifice on their faces.
The flying boat took off, left the sect for a moment, and landed on a hill an hour later. The hill was unremarkable. But he saw Zuo Su'er looking around and punching towards the foot of the mountain.
The boxing technique is delicate, just like dancing.
There was a click, the sound of jade breaking, and a cave appeared. It's not a real cave, it should be a temporary residence. There is a formation shrouding the outside of the cave. But the formation was shaky, and it obviously took too long.
Zuo Su'er squatted aside like a toad, looking at everyone on the flying boat: "What are you looking at? Breaking the formation! Wait for me? You guys don't have any magic power."
Everyone trembled.
Finally, someone swallowed, got off the flying boat and started to break the formation.
It's not that he's afraid of Zuo Su'er, it's just that in normal treasure hunting, he has to guard against his teammates. Master Zuo has gone crazy. What if he mistakenly thinks he's grabbing the treasure and punches him to death?
It's fine if it's a real treasure, but I'm afraid that Master Zuo will treat garbage as a treasure, and then he will die unjustly.
The level of the formations was quite high, but it took too long and many of them were ineffective. It only took half an hour to break them all open. When I pushed open the door of the cave, I was shocked by the sight in front of me.
It's just a temporary cave with only one room. Skeletons hung on the ground and walls. Spirit stones, rotten herbs, and various refining materials are scattered everywhere. There are also two amber-like jade stones.
"Yo! Nuanyu!" Zuo Su'er cried out in surprise, causing everyone to choke and take a breath of cold air. Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? Nuanyu has never seen it, but he has always heard of it. To them, it is a treasure!
"Why are you breathing? The temperature has dropped!" Zuo Su'er laughed out loud: "There's no point in being shocked. Bring the warm jade to Master, and the rest belongs to you!"
Everyone did not dare to have extravagant hopes and respectfully gave the warm jade to Zuo Su'er. Convinced that Uncle Crazy Pi was not interested in the other things, he rushed up and moved them all away.
There are 3,200 pieces of spiritual stones, 860 yuan crystals, and various forging materials - the herbs are rotten and cannot be counted.
Even half of this amount should be handed over to the sect and then shared equally, which would be enough for them to struggle for ten years.
There are not many spirit stones and crystals, but there are really too many materials for forging weapons. This must be a temporary cave for a weapon refiner.
I wonder if Uncle Master knows where his real cave is?
Zuo Su'er looked at the satisfied disciples of the Fuyang Sect and chuckled: "Are you satisfied?" He nodded his head: "There are at least hundreds of treasures stored here, aren't you happy to kill you?"
Everyone looked at Zuo Su'er, gradually losing their fear and even becoming a little eager.
"Move your things and go to the next place!" Zuo Su'er weakly ordered, and everyone immediately obeyed. They were much more proactive than before when they were threatened when boarding the flying boat.
The flying boat sailed across the sky. It was already night, and there were stars twinkling in the sky.
I don’t know if it’s just bad luck. Two more treasures were dug up one after another. One was empty and had been dug up long ago. The other one contained something, but it had a complete trap. A junior fellow was unable to dodge and was blown up.
Torn apart.
But these are small things, and the harvest is greater than the first treasure.
Now Uncle Zuo is leading them to dig out the fourth treasure, which is a tomb. The underground palace is very large, and Uncle Zuo personally led the team down.
Only two people were left outside to relax. One is from the madam personally, and the other is the junior brother who spent the night in Master Zuo's room last night - even if there is a treasure, the junior brother will never dare to approach Master Zuo. He just wants to stay far away and takes the initiative to ask for a break.
Everyone smiled knowingly and followed Zuo Su'er down to the tomb without paying any attention.
It took a full hour for everyone to return home with full loads. When they returned to the ground through the tomb passage, they heard a scream on the ground.
Then there was an unscrupulous smile: "Haha, is this a brat from the Fuyang Sect? Why is that dead shemale Zuo Su'er bringing people to dig for treasures? Are you robbing me of my things? Haven't you been beaten enough in prison?"
Zuo Su'er was startled, her face turned from joy to sinister: "Mutu!"
He punched upwards, smashed open the tomb passage and rushed out. Everyone followed closely, and when they came up, they saw that the leader's body had been turned into pieces, and the other junior brother was huddled aside.
Master Zuo and Yi Xiong Biao fought together, punching each other to the bone.
It is the wooden map of Changfeng Gate, one of the demons who escaped from the Qingyuan Gate Prison like Uncle Zuo.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Can't you see the harvest of Changfeng Gate? Kill them, grab the treasure and go back immediately!" Zuo Su'er's high-pitched voice came.
People from both groups looked at each other's flying boat. Full to the brim. This is from the flying boat. I don’t know how many more are in the storage bag.
Both sides gulped and howled at the same time and rushed towards each other.
Mutu's voice came from the deep forest: "Haha! The Changfeng Sect doesn't kill people anymore. The Qingyuan Sect pays high prices for prisoners, and breaks the limbs of the Fuyang Sect brats. Selling them for a good price is another source of income. "
A melee breaks out.
This night, not only Changfengmen and Fuyang Sect were involved.
All the old demons invariably brought their cubs out to dig for treasures, and more or less they bumped into them. Some of them dug directly into the territory of other sects, or when they escaped, they accidentally entered the nearby sect's station with a group of treasures.
Disputes everywhere.
It's just that Dongyun Mountain is too big, and the sects are thousands of miles apart, so even the sound can't be transmitted.
