"Brother Fei Ren, remember to bring this thing with you. It may save your life at a critical moment..."
Seeing that the other party insisted on going to the Emperor's Pit alone, Wu Yong also gave up the idea of admonishing him and took out a cyan token from his sleeve robe.
"This is?"
Fei Ren reached out and took the cyan token handed over by the other party. Fei Ren was stunned for a moment.
Lantian jade?
Such a generous handwriting....
The cyan token in front of me is very exquisitely made, and the material is also taken from the rare Lantian Jade.
Lantian Jade has a clear inner quality and can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, including Yuanli.
Looking at the thousands of beautiful jade in the world, only the unique Lantian Jade has the property of absorbing Yuan Power. Therefore, the price of this jade is also very expensive on the black market, no less than some high-end spiritual treasures.
Being able to make a token with Lantian jade is enough to show that the owner is generous and must have a lot of origins.
"This thing is called the Yuan Devouring Order, and it was written by Elder Qin. When worn on the body, it can not only warm and nourish the body, but also resist the impact of Yuan force at critical moments to avoid fatal injuries...!"
Wu Yong explained unhurriedly.
The Yuan Devouring Token is very rare. Even as the commander-in-chief, he only has one in his hand, and it was given by Elder Qin.
Fei Ren was a little surprised to see pie in the sky.
As the saying goes, no merit will be rewarded, Fei Ren deliberately smiled and declined, "Before, I took a lot of high-grade Yuan stones, high-level medicinal materials, and magic cores from the treasure house of the arena, and now Brother Wu has given me another Yuan Devouring Token. , How can this be so embarrassing..."
Although he had never seen the power of the Devouring Order, Fei Ren recognized the elder Qin the other party mentioned.
This person's surname is Qin and his given name is Xuan. He is a veteran who followed Troy in the north and south in his early years. Not only is his status higher than that of Wu Yong, but he is also a powerful person in the Xuanzun realm, with unfathomable strength.
Usually in the Thunder Arena, except for Troy, who sees the dragon but never ends, Qin Xuan, the elder, is undoubtedly the strongest. As for Wu Yong, he is the leader who usually manages all the chores in the arena. The two have different divisions of labor.
"I usually stay in Leicheng, so I probably won't need this Elemental Devouring Token. What's more, you are now the heir to the Lord, so there is no need to be polite."
Wu Yong waved his hand again.
"Haha, thanks."
Seeing this, Fei Ren no longer refused and put the element-devouring order into his spiritual ring.
Originally, he was a person who loved to take advantage of others. He was just a few polite words before. How could he not accept the gift that the other party brought to his door?
The quality of this Yuan Devouring Token is not low!
Fei Ren estimated in his heart that this object could at least withstand a full blow from a second-level Xuanzun realm expert!
However, this Yuan Devouring Token is not a permanent spiritual treasure.
It is a one-time consumption of spiritual treasures that can only be used once, which is a pity.
....
At night, outside Leicheng
A gray stream of light flashed through the clouds, then flew towards the western sky
"I heard that there is an unknown black market on the border of Dikeng, where there are three religions and nine streams, and there is a mixture of fish and dragons. Maybe I can get some clues about the spirit bones there..."
A flash of thought flashed across Fei Ren's face.
His destination for this trip was Dikeng, which was located in the hinterland of the Ancient Celestial Burial Plains, west of Leicheng and facing north, about two to three hundred thousand kilometers away from here.
For an ordinary Martial King Realm master, it would take at least two or three days to rush from Leicheng to the surrounding area of Dikeng.
However, with Fei Ren's terrifying movement skills and the speed increase of the Overlord's magic pattern, he could reach the Emperor's Pit in half a day at most.
The moon is sparse, and its bright white moonlight spreads across the earth, and dots of day appear in the long darkness.
Swish, swish, swish...!
Call!
Drive, drive, drive!
The sound of strong wind and the whistling of horses could be heard in his ears. Fei Ren looked down in the sky and saw a long black shadow not far ahead, winding tightly and seemed to be a passing caravan.
"Is there a caravan in this shitty place?"
Fei Ren was a little surprised, and then fell towards the ground.
This place is very close to the border of Dikeng, and the Ancient Celestial Burial Plain itself is a chaotic area where no one cares, so it is extremely dangerous.
Therefore, those who dare to do business in this area are either backed by some force or are ruthless people with a background of outlaws.
The size of this caravan on the ground is not small, with about a hundred people. Most of them are coolies wearing gray short robes. Their cultivation level is very low, only around the martial arts level. At this moment, they are carefully protecting the goods and driving them away. The carriage moves forward.
As for the two sides of the caravan, there are twenty or thirty-four warriors with strong blood. These people are all wearing Rakshasa martial robes and are strong. The weakest ones have the ninth level of martial spirit realm, and most of them are martial kings. Realm master.
Right in front of the caravan, a bald middle-aged man stood on a horse. He was wearing a black robe, carrying a steel knife at his waist, and his eyes were bright. He seemed to be the leader of the caravan. His Yuanli cultivation had reached the eighth level of the Martial King Realm. It is also the only one in the entire caravan.
"It turned out to be someone from the Rakshasa Guild..."
Fei Ren understood and immediately followed.
What a coincidence, he had a conflict with Zhang Yunde and others from the Rakshasa Guild in Leicheng, and now he bumped into the Rakshasa Guild's caravan outside the Emperor's Pit. It was really a gathering of enemies.
Moreover, the cargo-carrying horses of this caravan are not ordinary horses, but hybrid magical beasts "demon horses" with magical powers. Not only can they travel thousands of miles a day, they also have certain combat effectiveness.
Being able to get these many magic horses and martial artist-level coolies to pull goods for themselves is enough to show that the Rakshasa Guild has strong financial resources and can be called wealthy.
"who?!"
As if Fei Ren's trace had been discovered, the bald middle-aged man at the head of the caravan suddenly turned his head and looked at the back of the team. At the same time, he pulled out the steel knife from his waist with murderous intent.
In the Ancient Celestial Burial Plains, there are countless casual cultivators and bounty hunters who kill people and steal goods. It is common for caravans to be attacked by others.
Therefore, he cannot be taken lightly.
"I didn't expect you to be quite alert, but I didn't mean any harm. I just planned to go to Dikeng along the way."
Seeing that the other party discovered him, Fei Ren stopped hiding and showed up with a smile.
"Seventh Level of the Martial King Realm!"
Realizing that the rich energy aura on the other party's body was no less than his own, the bald middle-aged man also frowned slightly.
His name is Quan Zong, and he is the third captain of the Rakshasa Guild, one of the three major forces in Leicheng City. Although he is slightly stronger than the fourth captain Zhang Yunde, he is also unable to do anything to Fei Ren in front of him.
Both are in the Martial King realm, but Quanzong and Fei Ren are only one minor realm apart. It is very difficult to kill each other! If the other party wants to run away, he won't be able to catch him!
He knew this very well.
"You want to go to Dikeng too?"
Quanzong paused for a moment, then spoke again.
The goods in his hand were very precious. When he left Leicheng, the president personally asked him to deliver the goods safely to a big customer in the unknown black market of Dikeng.
Therefore, he was also cautious along the way and did not dare to neglect.
"Of course, isn't there an unknown black market there? I just wanted to inquire about a certain treasure..." Fei Ren shrugged and spread his hands outward, as if to say that he had no hostility.
"Okay, let's go on the road together."
After hesitating for a while, Quanzong gritted his teeth and nodded.
After all, Fei Ren's cultivation level is not low, and he has reached the seventh level of the Martial King Realm. Being able to join their caravan can be regarded as adding a good combat power, and the probability of encountering a crisis is smaller.
"Third Captain...this?"
"Who is this guy? Why did he suddenly sneak into our caravan..."
"It seems that this person is also a Martial King, but he is too young... Could it be that he is a genius?"
Seeing the whole sect Laferen joining the group, a group of warriors from the Rakshasa guild nearby also started talking with different expressions.
"Don't make any noise! Keep an eye on the goods for me!"
"Otherwise, if something goes wrong, I will ask you for it!"
Seeing this, the whole sect raised his hand and shouted in a commanding tone.
The next moment, everyone fell silent instantly, and the caravan continued to walk forward unhurriedly.
"May I ask your brother's name? Where are you from?"
Turning back and looking at Fei Ren, Quan Zong said in a tentative tone.
"Fei Ren, a casual cultivator."
Fei Ren said lightly.
Woohoo...!
At this time, a sudden and strange whistling sound came from the sand dunes not far away.
Swish, swish, swish! Boom...!
The next moment, there was a loud roar of wind and flying dust all around, as if a sandstorm was coming. For a moment, the entire caravan was forced to stop, and even the demon horses under the people were frightened and roared.
"What happened?!"
"Third Captain, there seems to be a situation!"
"No, there is a group of warriors approaching here, and there are quite a few of them!"
There was a sudden change, and everyone had different expressions. They all looked sideways in the direction of the sand dune, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.
I saw a strong wind blowing in the sand dunes not far away, and the dust gradually receded, and then a dozen terrifying white skull flags were revealed, and the shouts of killing were loud for a while!
"Hey guys! Come out for a big dinner!"
"The ghost master is wise!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
What followed was a series of roars and shouts, which was intimidating.
.....
"Um?"
Fei Ren raised his eyebrows slightly.
Looking at this battle, there was a high probability that he was being targeted by a group of desperadoes. After all, in the land of Sky Burial Ancient Plains, killing and robbery were commonplace.
"Captain, we seem to be surrounded..."
Fei Ren turned to look at Quan Zong aside, his tone meaningful.
The latter was also stunned for a moment, and then looked around. After seeing the white skull flag not far away, his expression changed suddenly.
"This flag is... the Flying Bandits Group!"
"Damn it! Why did we meet these guys...!"
As if remembering something terrible, Quan Zong's face turned pale and his tone became slightly trembling.
