"Luo Wudi actually died. Was the battle so tragic?"
In the alchemy hall.
Luo Chen and Zeng Wen sat opposite each other. Looking at each other's tired expression, he couldn't help but ask.
Sighing, Zeng Wen still said in a daze: "I have never experienced such a situation. I don't even dare to sleep to death. I have to be ready to fight with others at any time. This period of time is like living in hell."
Seeing the curious Luo Chen, Zeng Wen cheered up a little and introduced him to the original situation.
The scope of the Golden Core Relics is actually not large, it is only covered by the Tiangong Spirit Seizing Formation.
It is precisely because the area is so small that thousands of monks are crowded in it, and it is easy for fierce conflicts to break out over a certain spiritual grass discovered.
The three combat gang members are mainly responsible for fighting, and at the same time protecting some weak monks in the gang such as the medicine hall and the mine hall.
Although Roldo's realm is low, he is quite knowledgeable about medicinal herbs.
He discovered a plant that looked ordinary, but was actually a second-level spiritual herb that was over 500 years old, and was a very helpful herb for foundation building.
But that herb was on Xuan Yihui's territory at that time.
So he contacted his uncle Luo Wudi, and the two secretly went picking at night.
However, he was discovered by the monk Xuan Yihui who stayed on that territory.
A battle is inevitable.
Roldo died on the spot, and Luo Wudi escaped with the second-level spiritual grass.
Unfortunately, before he could escape back to the Poshan Gang camp, he was attacked head-on by a group of casual cultivators and Xuanyi cultivators.
A second-level spiritual grass that helps build foundations!
Who is not jealous!
On the spot, Luo Wudi was surrounded by everyone and exploded alive.
After hearing the whole story, Luo Chen was a little surprised.
Roldo is quite familiar with medicinal herbs?
I must have contributed more or less to this!
Under his leadership this year, the internal monks of the Alchemy Hall did not learn much about alchemy.
But certain professional skills are very familiar to everyone.
In particular, a group of medicine disciples must not only be good at handling a certain type of material, but also be familiar with the "Baicao Atlas".
This Roldo is usually cynical, but unexpectedly he actually learned something.
"The Tiangong Spirit Seizing Array hadn't shrunk yet, right? Gang Leader Mi didn't have any explanation?"
Zeng Wen sneered, "What can you say? In the final analysis, Luo Wudi's two uncles and nephews wanted to monopolize the second-level spiritual grass, so they went to pick it secretly."
Regarding the dispute over the ruins, Mi Shuhua has long promulgated the rules.
The Poshan Gang operates as a team and can keep 30% of any harvest, and the remaining 70% must be given to the gang.
After coming back, we will distribute and reward according to the situation.
Needless to say, once the second-level spiritual grass is handed over, it will most likely have nothing to do with Luo Wudi.
"Old man Mi didn't care about these spiritual herbs at that time, so he just gave a few simple admonitions, killed one or two insignificant casual cultivators, and then settled the matter hastily."
"Forget it, why are you talking about this? If you say it a few more times, I will have nightmares for the rest of my life."
Luo Chen curled his lips and said, "Brother, that's not the case!"
"Tch, you haven't experienced that kind of scene where magical weapons are bombarding you with your eyes open and closed. Of course you can't understand my feelings."
Zeng Wen smacked his lips and stretched out his hand, "Stop talking, hurry up and take a few Zhongmiao Pills. I have to go to Tianxiang Tower and relax."
It was just a few wonderful pills, and Luo Chen didn't care about them.
Taking out three top-grade Zhongmiao Pills, Luo Chen smiled casually and said, "Have you not changed your ways and are going to start a family and start a business? Why are you still going to Tianxiang Tower?"
"How can domestic flowers be as fragrant as wild flowers?"
Zeng Wen happily put away the pills and left.
As he took a step forward, he paused and turned around and said, "Be careful lately. Our gang has suffered a lot of manpower losses in the mountains, and other forces may have other ideas. Anyway, you should be more careful when going in and out."
After saying that, he ran away quickly.
Luo Chen was left sitting there, rubbing his chin, thoughtfully.
…
The Poshan Gang suffered heavy losses, and Luo Chen had no idea at first.
But as some of the monks in the gang returned one after another in the next few days, he realized how great the losses were.
Six hall masters died, two of them died.
Luo Wudi and Zhang Shicong, the new member of the mining hall.
Neither of these two bodies were brought back.
Among the three major battle halls, except for Zeng Wen who brought back most of his men, the hall where Luo Wudi was located was almost completely wiped out.
Another hall leader, Yang Wei, also returned seriously injured.
Most of his men were also lost.
On the contrary, Ke Yuelin, the lonely master of the Beast Hall, returned intact and was said to have gained a lot.
In addition, more than half of the monks from the Medicine Hall and the Mine Hall who entered the mountain were lost.
Especially the mine hall, after the formation was shrunk and closed, without the leadership of the hall master, some of the strange ores that were originally mined have attracted the covetousness of many casual cultivators.
It stands to reason that the Poshan Gang is a big gang with a large number of monks.
In a group, most people don't dare to provoke him.
But it happened that most of the casual cultivators who dared to go into the mountains this time were very capable.
A local master, a frequent visitor to Taoist Forum, and a foreigner who has traveled across the river.
Under the leadership of these masters, whoever shouted "Foundation Building Spiritual Object" would be immediately followed by hundreds of responses, and the heroes would attack them.
The mine hall, which was crowded with people, became the target of public criticism.
In fact, it’s not just the Poshan Gang.
Even Xuan Yihui suffered serious losses.
It was just a new gang in the first place. Even if it had the support of the five major foundation-building families, it didn't have enough foundation to break the rules.
Perhaps the family's disciples are powerful, but their numbers are insufficient.
After several head-to-head confrontations with the Poshan Gang, he started to retreat.
Later, after the beast tide broke out, during the escape process, they were often robbed by those daring casual cultivators.
Thinking of the scene where a person is walking well, and suddenly a large number of flying swords fly over, talismans are smashed down everywhere, and trap formations are everywhere.
Luo Chen couldn't help but feel lucky. Fortunately, I didn't go into such muddy waters.
How wonderful it is to refining elixirs at home!
When I have nothing to do, I go to the city to browse the shops, and then I go to the black market to take pictures of some fashionable special resources. There is a beautiful girl next to me, and we chat with each other while knocking fairy beans together.
Practice Qigong in the evening, go exploring in the deep mountains and forests, and breathe in the fresh air.
This is the normal life of cultivating immortals!
Unlike these monks, they know how to fight and kill all day long, without any technical content at all.
Humph, I don’t even bother to do that!
"By the way, where is my brother Wang?"
The younger brother who reported the situation spread his hands.
"I do not know!"
…
Wang Yuan disappeared.
When the Poshan Gang monks returned to the city one by one with expressions of loss, sadness, fear, or excitement, joy, excitement, etc., Luo Chen suddenly discovered it.
Wang Yuan still didn't come back.
He knew very well that Jiao Tang was also involved in the dispute over the ruins.
But the Jiao Hall monks also came back in twos and threes, but they never saw Wang Yuan.
Inexplicably, Luo Chen felt worried.
Wang Yuan is one of the few friends he has, and he is the kind of companion who can turn his back to the other person.
If something unexpected happens to the other party, he will feel uncomfortable, and even his upward momentum in the Poshan Gang will inevitably suffer a huge blow.
However, Luo Chen's worries disappeared after three days.
In the dead of night, Luo Chen walked out of the alchemy room alone with a happy face.
After several failures, the Burning Blood Pill succeeded again.
Proficiency has also reached [20/100].
Now that so many monks have suddenly returned to Dahefang, those who survived have more or less gained something.
For a time, Dahefang not only did not decline, but showed a pathological prosperity.
With prosperity comes growing chaos.
Luo Chen didn't like this situation, but the blood-burning pill he refined was very suitable for this situation.
"Store a few more and sell them on the black market."
"But this time, you can try those four small black markets."
Luo Chen was calculating these things in his mind, and suddenly his body froze.
The bright moon in early summer sheds its light slantingly into the Alchemy Hall along the cliffs of the valley.
A figure was sitting on the shadow side of the wall.
If it weren't for his good eyesight, Luo Chen almost didn't notice him for a while.
Seeing Luo Chen, the figure raised the wine gourd in his hand.
"Drink a sip?"
…
bloody!
Just sitting across from him, Luo Chen smelled a strong smell of blood, as if the person facing him was not a human being, but a bloodthirsty beast.
Facing those eyes full of vicissitudes of life, Luo Chen looked at the other person carefully.
No injuries were seen, but the exposed skin became increasingly clear and white.
It was so white that Luo Chen doubted whether the other party was Wang Yuan.
"Drink, why don't you drink?"
"This is the monkey wine I snatched from the lair of a golden monkey. It is very beneficial to Qi refining practice."
Luo Chen couldn't help but swallowed as he looked at the crystal clear spirit wine in the cup, which looked like melted gold.
The rich aura is indeed amazing.
After drinking it all, Luo Chen felt hot all over, and the spiritual energy in his body felt restless and boiling.
"Brother Wang, are you at the ninth level of Qi refining?"
Wang Yuan chuckled: "Haha, you have a good eye!"
Luo Chen discovered that Wang Yuan was in a particularly good mood today.
When we chatted before, we never had so many smiles.
"Is it a big gain?"
Wang Yuan sighed: "It's not bad, at least there is no shortage of cultivation resources to reach the perfection of Qi refining."
As soon as these words came out, Luo Chen couldn't help but be shocked.
This time entering the mountain, Wang Yuan not only rose from the eighth level to the ninth level of Qi refining, but also earned the cultivation resources to reach the perfection of Qi refining.
How much did he gain?
"I came here tonight to give you something."
Luo Chen's heart skipped a beat, what, you still think about your brother when you have such a good thing?
A storage bag was pushed directly in front of Luo Chen.
Luo Chen took the storage bag dubiously. There was no spiritual mark on it, and it should have been eliminated by Wang Yuan.
Compared with the spiritual consciousness marks of the foundation-building monks, the spiritual power marks of the qi-refining monks are the easiest to remove.
If the level is higher, it will fall off as soon as you wipe it.
If you are at a lower level, you can spend time slowly.
"Huo, this storage bag has quite a large capacity. It must have three dimensions!"
Luo Chen had quite a few storage bags on his hands, whether it was the original one or the ones he later seized from those robbery cultivators.
But they are basically the most basic storage bags with one square volume.
Wanbao Tower has a very high price for this kind of thing, easily worth 10,000 spirit stones.
But on the black market, as long as you're not afraid of trouble and spend a thousand or eight hundred spirit stones, you can buy it.
The really expensive storage bags are those with large capacity.
"If you like it, I'll give you this storage bag as well." Wang Yuan said with a smile.
"So generous!"
Luo Chen played with the storage bag happily, and then took out things from it.
Not much, just a gourd and a first-level low-grade magic weapon, the Tunbo Nahai Kettle.
Unscrew the lid of the gourd, and the rich aroma of wine flies out.
Luo Chen took a sip just now and already knew that this wine was the monkey wine brewed by Jin Mingling Monkey, and the effect was extraordinary.
A pot like this would cost at least a thousand spiritual stones if sold.
As expected of my brother Wang, he is extremely generous.
Luo Chen happily opened another magic weapon.
But just by opening the mouth, his expression suddenly changed dramatically, and he immediately closed the magic weapon.
Even so, a mellow fragrance has overflowed from the alchemy hall, a smell that is almost mind-blowing.
Luo Chen swallowed and whispered: "Brother Wang, you are crazy!"
(End of chapter)
