The Holy Spirit Cultivation Realm, the northern border, is in a mountain range in the Dongchi Kingdom.
A thin young man covered in blood was running staggeringly in the woods.
Behind him, there were three middle-aged men who were chasing him.
Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, the young man suddenly stopped with a sad laugh.
The three chasing men obviously did not expect such a situation. In addition, it was late at night and the light was very dim. The three men were unable to dodge and actually hit the boy with a strange scream!
Accompanied by two strange sounds of "puff" and "puff", the two middle-aged men clutched their chests in disbelief and slowly fell to the ground. The last man stabbed the other two quickly with the help of the young man wielding a dagger. He jumped away and luckily avoided this disaster.
"What a sinister brat! He was only on the fifth level of Qi training, but he actually killed four of my brothers who were on the seventh level of Qi training!"
The last middle-aged man looked at the thin young man holding a dagger with vigilance. Even though the young man was scarred and his body was shaky, he did not rush forward immediately.
Because the boy in front of me was so cunning, five of his brothers accepted the bounty, but he didn't expect that in just half a day, all four of them would fall into the hands of this boy.
It would be fine if he was a monk at the ninth level of Qi training or at the foundation building stage, but damn, this guy is just a garbage at the fifth level of Qi training!
"I have long advised you that as long as you leave, after I, Lu Yang, return to the court and make a comeback, you will be rewarded with a huge amount of spiritual stones. But you yourself refused to listen. Who can you blame if you die? "
The thin young man who called himself Lu Yang spit out a mouthful of blood residue and stared coldly at the middle-aged casual cultivator at the eighth level of Qi training in front of him.
It seems that he was originally the Ninth Prince of the Dongchi Kingdom's royal family, but he ended up in this situation only because of the joint conspiracy of his eldest brother and his second brother.
If it had been a year ago before he was framed, the eighth-level qi-training cultivator in front of him would have been crushed into slag by several foundation-building worshipers with just one look!
"Pull him down, do you think you are the prince of Dongchi Kingdom? Now you are just a wanted criminal! A wanted criminal with a bounty of 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"
The middle-aged casual cultivator presented a low-grade magic weapon, a broadsword, and looked at Lu Yang disdainfully. With one hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones and a verbal promise, anyone who is not a fool would know how to choose.
"Are you sure you still want to take action? I advise you to think carefully and don't bury yourself just for a few spiritual stones. Your four brothers died miserably!"
Lu Yang looked at the sword in the middle-aged casual cultivator's hand, his pupils shrank, and he threatened while holding back the pain of the wound on his body.
"You kid, you are following this trick with me. Do you really think that I can't see that you are at the end of your strength? As long as you cut off your head, I will immediately receive a huge reward of 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones! Since it is true If I meet you, I will be the winner of today’s world-shaking wealth!"
The middle-aged casual cultivator didn't care at all about Lu Yang's threats. On the contrary, he started to approach gradually while carrying a magic weapon and a sword.
The opponent was a young man at the fifth level of Qi training who was covered in injuries and almost exhausted.
And he himself is an eighth-level qi-training monk who is only slightly out of breath.
Do you still want to say where the advantage lies in this wave?
"You will regret this!"
Seeing the middle-aged casual cultivator approaching, Lu Yang's eyes suddenly flashed with panic.
Although it was hidden deeply, it was still captured by the middle-aged casual cultivator.
"Quack, quack! One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones! I'm here!!!"
With a strange laugh, the middle-aged casual cultivator picked up the sword and slashed Lu Yang in the middle!
If he cuts it hard this time, Lu Yang will definitely suffer from stomach rupture and intestinal bleeding! The dead can no longer die!
"puff!"
"Bah!"
At the critical moment, Lu Yang suddenly tore open a spiritual talisman, and a layer of earth-yellow light curtain blocked the magic weapon and the sword!
Although it seemed a little difficult, it was still blocked!
Lu Yang, on the other hand, clenched the dagger and used all his remaining strength to hold the dagger backwards and slit the neck of the middle-aged casual cultivator!
"Ho...ho...ho..."
The middle-aged casual cultivator, whose throat was slashed, almost stared out of his eyes, but he still couldn't say a word.
After a few seconds, he could only slowly fall to the ground with his eyes open.
"Even if I, Lu Yang, am no longer His Highness the Ninth Prince of Dongchi Kingdom, I am not someone you and other casual cultivators can bully at will. I am such a damn ghost that I can't persuade you easily!"
"The last second-level low-grade spiritual talisman on my body has been used up! Bad luck!"
Lu Yang struggled to get up from the ground, spat at the corpse of the middle-aged casual cultivator, picked up the storage bags from the three of them, and quickly left the scene.
This is the Luanyang Mountains where monsters are rampant. Although it is only the outermost area, some first- and second-order monsters will still appear from time to time smelling the smell of blood.
After running hastily along a path for a stick of incense, Lu Yang finally returned to the cave he opened in a cliff.
Just after opening the cave's defensive formation, Lu Yang fell to the ground like a dead dog and couldn't move even a little bit.
And when he used his mind to open several seized storage bags and prepared to find some pills to use for healing, he didn't find any!
Let alone healing elixirs, there are not even ordinary elixirs such as Peiyuan Dan. These casual cultivators are really too poor!
"Don't let me know who stole my storage bag! Otherwise I will kill him!!!"
Lu Yang slapped his cheek on the ground and roared.
Originally, there were some elixirs in his storage bag. Although they were not healing elixirs, they could at least have some healing effects and prevent his injuries from getting worse.
But... when he thought of his storage bag that had mysteriously disappeared a few months ago, Lu Yang was so angry that he almost dropped it on the spot!
If it weren't for the few most precious second-level low-grade spiritual talismans that were stored close to his body in his sleeves, and the only high-grade magic weapon, the dagger, was not stolen in his arms, he would really vomit blood!
"...Huh? Why did this person faint?"
Just about half a stick of incense after Lu Yang could no longer hold on anymore and passed out, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cave.
It is Cai Shaofan who has just traveled through time in his true form!
This place of descent was also specially chosen by him, because it was here that he hooked up a casual cultivator's storage bag when he went fishing in the heavens for the first time, and he embarked on the path of cultivation from then on.
But as soon as he came over, he saw that the thin casual cultivator from before had turned into a blood-stained and miserable appearance.
"Could it be that I took away his storage bag a few months ago, which is why this kid has been so miserable during this period?"
Cai Shaofan touched his chin and glanced at Lu Yang, who was lying on the ground and seemed to be dead.
After hesitating for a while, he took out a drop of ginseng fruit liquid and put it into Lu Yang's mouth.
After the medicinal effect of the spiritual liquid took off, he stuffed another first-order mid-grade Peiyuan Pill into it.
