Sure enough, Zhang Qing received news from the mine two days later.
"Although the Zhao family has given up a large area of land in Songhu Swamp, it still has an influence here that no one else can match."
"Among the casual cultivators, there has been a reward for everyone in Hu Fenglin. Wow, I'm only worth 10,000 spiritual stones."
Zhang Zifan didn't care about the information about himself in the message at all, and then looked at Zhang Qing's reward.
"One hundred thousand spirit stones plus a second-level sword, or is it a magic sword made by Zhao Jianzhao himself?"
Rather than being surprised by the high reward, it is better to say that Zhang Zifan was more concerned about the last name.
As for the name Zhao Jianzhao, Zhang Qing did not know anything about it.
"The swordsman from the Zhao family once killed dozens of monks from the Jinlan Sect during the Qi refining period in order to obtain the Jinlan Sect's shining swordsmanship, but his own swordsmanship talent was too poor."
"Later, I found a different path. If I couldn't become a sword cultivator, I became a weapon refiner. I was obsessed with forging swords all day long."
"In his hands, there were countless destroyed swords, but every sword released was far more valuable than other swords of the same level."
"Compared to fighting skills, his attainments in weapon refining are not inferior to the alchemy skills of Duanshui Danxiu of the Shui family."
Zhang Zifan looked at Zhang Qing and said, "It seems you are in quite a lot of trouble."
"Will so many people really be impressed by this empty-handed trick?" Zhang Qing asked, but he didn't care about the trouble Zhang Zifan said.
Zhang Zifan nodded quietly.
“It’s hard to say in other places, but here it’s Pine Lake Swamp.”
"For those casual cultivators, whoever they kill is a golden belt. It's just that killing us will give them more."
"We family disciples are a huge asset in themselves. If we kill one of them, we may have the resources to build the foundation. If I were you, wouldn't you be tempted?"
"Unfortunately, originally we could have used the same method, but now that the Zhao family has fully retreated, there are only a few people left in Songhu Swamp, so the effect will not be very great."
After saying that, Zhang Zifan got up and walked towards the distance. The Zhao family had taken the first step, and he was going to arrange countermeasures. Read a book
…
It was night, and the figures on the edge of Hu Fenglin were intertwined, revealing the splendid brilliance of magic from time to time, illuminating the world for a moment.
"Damn, why are these casual cultivators targeting us?" Fu Ying reached out and touched the wound on his back. The moistness of the blood made him frightened. It was a spell unleashed by a metallic cultivator, which almost killed him.
If it hadn't been for the caution of the casual cultivators over the years, he might have had to confess here tonight.
"They must have been targeted. If I'm not mistaken, it was the influence of the Zhao family who was killed by the family's foundation-building monk a few days ago."
Not far away, someone said with a cold and profound gaze.
"When he first arrived, he knew he didn't understand the rules of Songhu. He does have the ability to build a foundation, but what should we do now? It's impossible to arrange support from the mine."
Some people complained, seeming to blame Zhang Qing for this incident.
"Shut up, arrange a foundation builder, it's my family, how can you get the courage." Fu Yinghan said in a cold voice, looking at everyone with a different look.
"What about my family? How many direct descendants of my family have died in Songhu over the years? If you don't abide by the rules of Songhu, you will only die quickly."
"Now it's all for nothing."
Fu Ying didn't say anything after hearing this, not because he couldn't refute it, but because he knew that this was the nature of these people. They put their own interests first in everything, and they would inevitably vent their emotions if they were implicated.
In the silence, the area around Hu Fenglin became quiet. It was unknown if there were any casual cultivators lurking outside. Everyone did not dare to separate easily and could only quietly restore the magic power in their bodies.
However, just as they were licking their wounds, a leisurely figure walked over from the depths of the silent night.
"What? Aren't you going to continue telling some news about the Zhang family's foundation establishment?"
"Who is it?" Everyone stood up in fear and stared at the person hidden in the shadows. They had just experienced a life and death battle in the late stages of more than ten years of Qi training. At this moment, when they were most wary of their surroundings, someone could actually touch them. On the face without noticing it.
The young man in green clothes was exposed to the weak firelight. He looked at the dozen injured Qi Practitioners and kept making calculations.
Finally, he said: "There are a total of twelve advanced stages of Qi training. According to your worth, I can earn at least 50,000 spirit stones."
"Tsk, tsk, so this is the speed at which foundation-building monks earn spiritual stones? It's really fast enough."
Fu Ying and others were shocked when they heard what the other party said, "Foundation building?"
"Guessed it right, but it's a pity that there is no prize." The young man in Tsing Yi looked at these Qi Practitioners, and then shook his head.
"You are in good luck. Although Yun Mengze has no explicit rules, there are unwritten rules for high-level monks not to kill low-level monks at will. I am not a member of the same four clans, and I have no ability to cover up this kind of thing. .”
"But I can't let you cause trouble to me. After all, there are more monks in the later stage of Qi training, and they can kill the foundation."
The moment the words fell, thousands of sword qi fell from the sky. The illusory sword qi stuck around everyone and stayed there, forcing them not to move easily.
The young man in green suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of Hu Fenglin, with surprise in his eyes.
"I was sensed just the moment I took action. Is this the power of the inheritance of immortal magic?"
The last word was spoken, and the hot breath was already rushing towards his face. Zhang Qing couldn't help but be surprised when he looked at the calm-looking young man in green.
Jiang Baiyi.
He didn't expect to see the other party here, and from the looks of it, he had been building the foundation for many days.
"Have we met somewhere?" Jiang Baiyi looked at Zhang Qing in front of him and recalled subconsciously, but there was no Zhang Qing in his memory, not even anyone with the same body shape.
The two had been separated since the Land of Yunxia, and a long time had passed. During this period, Zhang Qing had experienced changes in temperament from the eighth level of Qi training to the early stage of foundation building, and his body had also grown several inches taller.
In short, it was very different from when he first entered the world of cultivation. It was unusual for Jiang Baiyi to be unable to tell the difference for a while.
"Maybe I have seen it, maybe I haven't seen it before, Yun Mengze is just that big."
Jiang Baiyi nodded, "That's what you said. All living beings and I are passers-by. The one-time relationship is not important. What is important is that I want the magic weapon forged by Zhao Jianzhao himself."
As he spoke, the golden light in the dark night sky filled with thousands of sword energies lingering in the void.
While Zhang Qing was surprised, changes occurred again. Dense cracks appeared on each of the thousands of illusory sword qi, and then all the sword qi turned into fragments and floated.
It's like a sword that failed to be forged, broken in the quenching, and cracked in the cooling, but they are connected to each other by strands of golden threads.
It was the soaring sword intent that was reborn from the brokenness.
Zhang Qing looked up and saw the shining golden light rising into the sky, like a beam of light that dispersed the clouds.
And he was in the center of the light pillar.
