Qingyang doesn't have this problem. He has the space of the Zuixian gourd. He can transplant the purple-striped fruit into the Zuixian gourd and wait until the fruit is completely mature before picking it. Anyway, it's still early for him to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining. When the purple-striped fruit matures, he might just need it.
The value of a mature purple-striped fruit is about three hundred spiritual stones. Even if five immature purple-striped fruits are worth one, the value is not low. I didn't expect that this small depression could yield such a harvest. It was worth wasting my time here for four or five days.
It's just a small regret. After this thing is transplanted to my Drunken Immortal Gourd space, it will be inconvenient for others to see it, and it will be hard to show it to others when I go out. This purple-striped fruit cannot be counted as my test result. , will affect Qingfeng Palace.
After observing for a long time, he became familiar with the transplantation steps. Qingyang bent down and was about to dig up the purple-striped fruit when suddenly there was a movement from behind. Before he could turn around, he heard a rough voice laughing: "Hahahaha... It's better to come early than to come by chance. I didn't expect that there is a purple-striped fruit here, one of the main materials for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill. We are going to be prosperous this time."
Another high-pitched voice said: "It's a pity that the purple-striped fruit has not matured yet. If it is picked now, the medicinal effect will be greatly lost. The value of these five fruits combined is not as good as one mature fruit. If its vintage can be higher, It will be fine in twenty or thirty years.”
It was really unlucky to meet an outsider at such a critical moment. Qingyang quickly turned around and saw two monks walking towards this side along the path Qingyang had opened before. On the left is a stout man, and on the right is a man with no beard on his face.
Both of them were at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they seemed to be disciples of an unknown small sect. The two of them chatted and laughed unscrupulously and walked slowly towards this side, not paying attention to Qingyang, the person who discovered the purple-striped fruit first.
Also, how could two fifth-level Qi-refining monks care about the feelings of a fourth-level Qi-refining monk? The sturdy man on the left continued: "You can't give others any advantage. This thing is worth two to three hundred spiritual stones. That's good. How can there be anything good in the world?"
The beardless man on the right nodded and said: "That's true. No matter what, this thing belongs to us. The kid in front of us hasn't escaped yet. It seems that he is giving up his life rather than his wealth."
The sturdy man smiled and said: "People die for money and birds die for food. Since he is willing to give up his life rather than his money, let's help him and make him lose both his life and property. Looking at this kid's clothes, he seems to be one of the Seven Immortals." The Qingfeng Palace disciples in the sect may have other good things with them."
"Yes, this boy has such cultivation at such a young age and has great potential. It's a pity that he died in our hands." The needless man shook his head and said, seeming to really feel sorry for Qingyang.
Listening to the two people's unscrupulous talk, it was as if Qingyang had become a piece of fish on their chopping board and could be disposed of as they pleased. Qingyang immediately laughed in anger and said: "It's rare to see someone so confident in grabbing other things. Have you two convinced me?"
After listening to Qingyang's words, the sturdy man smiled and said: "How can you, a small fourth-level Qi Refining monk, escape from our grasp? Just a random person can take care of you."
"Aren't you afraid that Qingfeng Palace will cause trouble for you in the future?" Qingyang said.
The two people couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, as if Qingyang had told a big joke. After a long time, the needless man said: "Chaos Demon Valley is such a big place, with so many people, dangers are everywhere, and everyone can have them." There is a possibility of accidents. In any previous trial, one or two hundred people were not killed, but how many of them finally found the murderer? After we kill you, we will find a place to bury the things with identification marks on you. , who would know it was us?"
This Qingyang does know a little bit. Since it is a trial, there cannot be no casualties. Each sect has a certain degree of psychological preparation for this, and generally they will not look for fault. Unless the person who was killed had a strong background, the forces behind him were extremely protective, the murderer was caught with real evidence, and the elders of the sect could not support him, then he might be retaliated against.
Some monks may have a lot of extra things on them when they go out after the trial, but they can't be sure to kill anyone. Spiritual stones, elixirs, and even common magic weapons are not clearly marked, and it is impossible to tell who belongs to whom.
Moreover, Chaos Demon Valley used to be the headquarters of the Blood Demon Sect, and later became a battlefield where the good and the evil factions fought. It is normal to pick up some magic weapons and spiritual stones. As long as you are prepared in advance, like this headless case, outside People have no way of finding out.
Then the beardless man didn't give Qingyang another chance and said directly to the sturdy man: "We can find this place, but others may not be able to. It will be a long night and a lot of dreams. Let's go together. Let's get rid of this kid first and find a secluded place." Distribute the purple-striped fruit.”
After saying that, the beardless man waved his hand and held out a pair of mandarin ducks. They spread out in the air. One stabbed Qingyang's chest and the other cut Qingyang's back. Then the sturdy man was not to be outdone. He took out a two-handed mace and hit Qingyang on the head.
As early as when these two people appeared, Qingyang was on guard, but he was one against two, and was attacked by three magic weapons at the same time, and the other party's cultivation level was one level higher than his, even though he was well prepared. , Qingyang was still forced to scramble. If he hadn't been wearing a top-notch defensive weapon like the Lin Jia, he might have had a big gash on his back.
However, Qingyang was not helpless. While he was avoiding the opponent's attack, a group of alcohol-loving bees had been released by him and swarmed up to surround the sturdy man.
Three purple-backed alcoholic bees, equivalent to mid-level Qi Refining monks, and a large group of ordinary Alcoholic Bees were still very threatening to the fifth-level Qi Refining monks. The sturdy man no longer thought about attacking Qingyang, so he had to attack Qingyang. He retracted his maces and used all his strength to deal with the attack of the Alcoholic Bee.
The two-handed mace of the stout man is obviously a heavy magic weapon. The attack is mainly based on force and is slightly lacking in flexibility. The Alcoholic Bee is agile and mobile, and is extremely small. It is very difficult to hit them. . Even if it is hit by a two-handed mace, ordinary alcoholic bees may not be able to withstand it, while purple-backed alcoholic bees will only be injured, but not life-threatening.
It seemed that this was the first time for the stout man to face spiritual insects like Alcoholic Bees. He attacked several times in succession and found that it was difficult for him to hurt Alcoholic Bees. Instead, he was almost in danger several times. He gradually became more and more conservative in dealing with the bees. Soon, the two sides shifted their offensive and defensive positions, but the Alcoholic Bee gained the upper hand.
