88 scourge

Song San negotiated the price with the master of the refinery. The more he was, the more proud he was. He was willing to take great risks to cooperate with Yuan Hong. The picture was not only two middle-grade spiritual weapons, but also those iron and copper spirits. Once they were sold, they would get a huge amount of wealth. Then he would use this wealth to buy the lotion. The improvement of cultivation was almost just around the corner. It's a nail on the board.

If you want to succeed in cultivation, in addition to its own factors such as spiritual roots and understanding, the assistance of the panacea is also extremely important. But how the panacea is obtained, it can't be distributed by the sect, so the cultivation also needs to have amazing wealth support, especially during the Qi practice period, as long as there are various grades of washing liquid available at different stages, It is not difficult to reach the ninth level of Qi training and break through and build the foundation.

"Sell the concentrate, get wealth, exchange it for the washing liquid, and improve the cultivation. Haha, there is hope to build a foundation!"

Thinking of becoming a foundation monk soon, surpassing the usual guys who were domineering on his head, he was almost happy. Fortunately, he knew that this place was not far from the fire furnace peak. Once he lost his position, it was likely to spread to the ears of the people on the refinery immediately, and the image of the master he pretended would be gone, so he resisted it.

He couldn't hide his pride, but his vigilance against the outside world naturally declined, and he didn't find anyone following him.

It turned out that the refiner was respectful to Song San on the surface, but in fact, it was believed that there was a big man behind Song San and a respect for the big man, but he was not the first brother who had been in the world of cultivation for a year or two. He was very familiar with the monks in the nearby region. After thinking about it, I couldn't imagine which senior was like this. Big handwriting.

"Isn't it a foundation-building predecessor?" His heart moved, and then he thought of this possibility.

This idea is like a spark. Once it arises, it will immediately start a prairie fire.

"Isn't it the guilt of such a humble little man with a large amount of concentrate?" The cold light flashed in his eyes, and an idea was like a weed after spring, growing crazily: "It's the best way to get rich halfway."

The monk does not run a charity hall. The law of the jungle is the first rule. For the practitioners of the nine-layer refining machine, this kind of thing has not been done once or twice, so once he made up his mind and with the help of his rich experience in the past, he immediately made the best action.

Because everything is his guess, the first thing is naturally to find out Song San's true identity and whether he has * support or not. Don't get anything in the end, but be full of stinginess.

But Song San's complacency is temporary. He is also an old man. Although his cultivation is low, he has also experienced several bloody storms. Sooner or later, he will wake up and eventually fight with the refiners.

He fought happily and procrastinated not to listen to the Songgu mining area, which made Yuan Hong suffer.

Yuan Hong was originally one of the "two heavenly kings" in the mining area. After Song San left, he was even more dominant. He was domineed for a long time. How could he have bad luck and had a bad fate? For a few days, he actually sent several qi practitioners in the cabinet, saying that they would work for the iron master and Jiang Guanshi, but one of them focused on practicing in order to break through the bottleneck. Another person tried to calm down his soul, raced against time to heal his wounds, and also wanted to get the treasure as soon as possible. How could he have the leisure to care about these common things?

The three new disciples were also "conscious". After some discussion, they automatically took over the "command power". They were domineering and arrogant, and the angry Yuan Hong almost drew his sword.

"Brother calm down, calm down" Han Yi, as his confidant, has also gained a lot of benefits at this stage. He even has a flying sword comparable to the lower spiritual weapon. Naturally, he thinks about him in his heart: "Don't make trouble, not to mention their cultivation. Just because they are assigned by the cabinet, we don't take reason!"

"Damn it, take the chicken feather as an arrow, what is it?" Yuan Hong scolded, but he also knew that what Han Yi said was right. In fact, he was not interested in the so-called assignment at all. What he was afraid of was their cultivation: "The three guys have spiritual power fluctuations. It seems that it is at least three layers of qi practice. It's not easy to do!"

After feeling that one person can't deal with it, he waited for Song San at ease: "Lao Sanyi, plus Boss Wang, our three brothers will not kill you."

The "third brother" he said was in the position of the third brother in his heart. Of course, Master Yuan himself was gloriously promoted to the title of "second brother"!

Yuan Hong wanted to wait at ease, accumulate strength, and take it in one fell swoop, but the three people who just came didn't think so.

As the saying goes, when a new official takes office, after they successfully take over the "command power", they naturally have to change something. Otherwise, how to establish authority and how to let nearly 200 people in the mining area know that they are characters.

"The rest time is too long. If you work for five hours a day, you can get more ore and add an hour." Zhang Li, who practiced the fifth level of Qi, had the highest cultivation and was naturally the leader of the three people. He looked through the record pamphlet and said dissatisfiedly.

"Didn't Master Iron ask two foreign disciples for help? Why did he only see one? Where did the other die?" Although Liu Lian only practiced three layers of anger, he had the smallest mind and the most ghost ideas. He was a "military master" who was not allowed to give up. He was very dissatisfied before he saw the shadow of Wang Fan for two days. Then he immediately put forward in public: "It's just waste in the outer door. You can't make a bird even if you work hard. It's serious to work in the mining room."

"That boy is fine. Although he doesn't do his duty, as long as he admits his mistakes and reforms, he can still be forgiven. What I'm most worried about now is the little fat man. What's his name is Yuan Hong? I heard that he has practiced three layers of anger. He doesn't seem to be very convinced of us. If we don't suppress him down, we can still take care of this mining area. "Is it?"

Lin Li practiced four layers of Qi. According to his cultivation, he should be good. At least he should have the appearance of a fairy style, but he is always weird, which makes people extremely uncomfortable at first sight. However, if Wang Fan sees him, he will be surprised, because this person and Lin Qinglang are simply carved out of the same model.

"I think we will take this fat man Li Wei, a three-level outer disciple. If you kill him, you will be killed. Anyway, with my eldest brother Lin Qinglang, it won't be a big deal." He is indeed worthy of Lin Qinglang's younger brother. He not only looks like him, but also has a sinister degree.

"It's okay to take him, but don't kill people. After all, it's a sect. It's really a murder case. Even if you don't say anything in front of Elder Lin, we don't look good on our faces." Zhang Li agreed with Li Wei very much, but still put forward some different opinions.

"Well, all right." His cultivation was the highest, and Lin immediately refused and could not ignore his opinion.

"It's easy to calculate. What the two bosses said is reasonable." Liu Lian didn't wait to ask, but agreed.

Under their calculation, the conflict between the two sides inevitably occurred.