Before Li Qingfeng and the two found Liu Yunshu, a monk from the Jinding Sect came to them.
This monk looks quite young, probably less than forty years old. Li Qingfeng has some impressions of him. He is one of the foundation-building monks who helped Ling Ming organize everyone before. He seems to be called Yan Wenliang. To be precise, he is here this time. Looking for Li Qingfeng.
"Fellow Daoist Li, my Majesty Yan Wenliang, your bravery in battle has been noticed by our senior brother Ling Minling. Before he went to hunt down the remnants of the scattered cultivators, he specifically asked me to give these things to you as a reward. I hope You can do your best for us."
Ling Ming? For me?
Li Qingfeng had some doubts in his heart, and glanced at Zhang Pengyi, who also happened to glance at him, but now was obviously not the time to be doubtful. No matter what, it would never go wrong to show good etiquette on the face first.
He took a step forward, took the storage bag from Yan Wenliang with both hands, bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yan. I will do my best next time."
Yan Wen nodded, returned the gift with his hand, turned around and left without any intention of talking anymore.
"Fighting bravely? What does this mean?"
As soon as Yan Wenliang left, Zhang Pengyi approached Li Qingfeng and asked, "What is inside? Are there any restrictions?"
"No."
Li Qingfeng shook his head, and immediately frowned slightly as his consciousness penetrated. He took out a somewhat tattered yellow robe from the storage bag, and then took out a belt, and turned to look at Zhang Pengyi.
"This...isn't this from the two people before? How could...what does he mean by this?"
As soon as he saw the yellow robe and the belt, Zhang Pengyi immediately frowned and uttered a cry of surprise. Yes, the yellow robe and the belt were the same clothes worn by the brothers they had fought before. However, they were quite clean and completely different from the clothes on them. It looked like someone had just worn it.
Li Qingfeng frowned slightly, handed the yellow robe and belt to Zhang Pengyi, and took out a small blue sword from the storage bag. Judging from its style, wasn't it the same one held by the monk with the tied hair before?
"Mid-grade spiritual weapon..."
He weighed the small blue sword in his hand. The mark of the soul that belonged to the monk with tied hair had disappeared. Combined with the yellow robe and belt sent by Ling Ming, there was no doubt that the monk in yellow robe and the monk with tied hair had disappeared. They all died in Ling Ming's hands.
The question is, why did Ling Ming give these things to himself?
There were only these three items in the storage bag. Li Qingfeng handed them and the small sword to Zhang Pengyi and thought about it secretly.
Peng Yulong's actions were undoubtedly a blow to himself, but now that Ling Ming has sent such a valuable thing, is this the so-called "gift and power"?
But Zhang Pengyi and Liu Yunshu were also fighting together with him. Only the small blue sword in the storage bag sent by the other party was valuable. Was he trying to take the opportunity to sow discord between them? ?
Thinking more deeply, he and Zhang Pengyi have known each other for many years and have a close relationship, so they may not be subject to this provocation. However, when Yan Wenliang handed over the storage bag, only he and Zhang Pengyi were present. It would have been okay if he had not said anything. Liu Yunshu is not allowed to know about it, but the other party will undoubtedly find a way to let Liu Yunshu know about it... First, beat him, and then do this. I am afraid this also gives him a choice to keep himself away from Liu Yunshu.
"Qingfeng, this little sword is of water nature, take it."
At this time, Zhang Pengyi handed over the storage bag and the small blue sword. He was not a fool. It was impossible not to see the intention of Jinding Sect to only send things to Li Qingfeng. Rather, this method of sowing discord was too conspicuous. , almost on the surface.
But the problem is that the stakes used to sow discord are heavy enough. It is a mid-grade spiritual weapon, the same grade as Zhang Pengyi's "Ugold Blade". Who among the ordinary foundation-building monks can withstand this temptation? With real benefits in front of you, it is better than any conspiracy.
Li Qingfeng looked at the small blue sword handed over by Zhang Pengyi, raised his head and glanced at him without refusing. He stretched out his hand to take it, nodded and said: "Okay, I'll take it. You can take the rest."
After hearing what he said, Zhang Pengyi nodded. Li Qingfeng put away the blue sword and said, "Let's go, let's go find Fairy Liu."
…
To the north of the place where everyone was fighting, there was a barren mountain.
A thin and small man was framed in a huge golden ring. He bumped left and right, causing the golden ring to sway, and his spiritual energy vibrated and kept making noises, but he could not get out.
Not far in front of him, an old man was slowly flying towards him. He was holding a magic formula in his right hand and a palm-sized golden ring flying on his left hand. It was Jinhuan Zhenren.
"Fellow Taoist, you don't have to be like this. I have no intention of killing you. How about we sit down and talk?"
Hearing Master Jinhuan's words, the thin man kept his hands on his hands, snorted, and replied: "Okay, then why don't you remove this golden ring first, and we can talk about other things."
Master Jinhuan shook his head: "I admire fellow Taoist's ability to hide and escape. I finally intercepted fellow Taoist this time. If we let him go, I'm afraid that fellow Taoist will not keep his word and leave as soon as he says."
"Haha." The thin man sneered disdainfully. After a moment, he suddenly stopped his hand and stood in the middle of the golden ring. He snorted and said: "Your golden ring is really weird... Anyway, what do you want to talk about? Come and listen.”
As soon as he stopped his hand, the huge golden ring stopped moving. Jinhuan Zhenren flew forward and bowed: "I, Jinhuan, don't you know your friend's name?"
"Jinhuan? It's so straightforward..." The thin man sneered, "Wang Qi, I wonder if fellow Taoist Jinhuan has any advice?"
“I don’t take advice seriously,” Master Jinhuan shook his head, “It’s just a proposal... To be honest with fellow Taoist Wang, I got the news from the Luofeng Sect in the south, saying that someone had stolen the door. The third-level 'Earth Phoenix Spirit Grass', I think that person is you, fellow Taoist, right?"
"Hmph, it's God who doesn't take it, but it's the fault. Who made their protection so lax?" Wang Qi bared his teeth, smiled scornfully, and asked: "What, you want those 'Earth Phoenix Spirit Grass'? Okay, I I can give you everything, but you have to let me go and promise not to pursue me any further."
Hearing that Wang Qi had indeed obtained the "Earth Phoenix Spirit Grass", Jin Huan's eyes flashed with joy. The ancestors of the Jinding Sect had passed down some recipes for refining elixir-forming spiritual objects, and this "Earth Phoenix Spirit Grass" It is the main medicine of one of the elixirs. To other forces, it may be just an ordinary third-level spiritual grass, but for the current Jinding Sect, it is undoubtedly a good thing that is urgently needed.
Generally speaking, the lifespan of a monk in the Dan-Jie stage is around 600 years old, but Jinhuan Master is already 559 years old this year, and because of the hidden wounds left in his youth, whether he can live to be 600 years old is a question. , once he passes away, there will no longer be a monk in the Danjie stage in charge of the entire Jinding Sect. Not to mention that Jinding Mountain will not be able to be saved by then, if the surrounding families join forces, they are most afraid that not even the Taoism will be left.
