166 Yu Jian

After getting up an ancient yellow scroll on the ground, Ye Qin didn't have time to take a closer look in the bag.

Now, there are only sixteen or seventeen monks from various sects in the huge cave nest where the poisonous corpse is hidden. If these people sit down and divide these more than 30 scrolls, each of them can be divided into about two map scrolls.

However, it is definitely impossible for the monks to sit down and divide these scrolls. Just like the Great Cultivation of Immortals, it is impossible to sit down with the Little Cultivation of Immortals to share the spiritual stone. The immortal world relies on strength to speak. How many scrolls each of these monks can get can only be robbed by their own strength and means.

These sixteen or seventeen monks have been completely crazy in order to rob the map scrolls that burst out of the small box at any cost.

The more map scrolls you grab, the richer the rewards given by the sect, and rewards such as foundation elixir are indispensable.

Taking one pill is only one-one chance to build the foundation successfully. It is safer to have two or three pills, and it is more perfect to have five or six pills. With a grain of foundation-building elixir, there is more hope for successful foundation building.

Holding this idea, the monks who rushed to the front quickly took a lot of scrolls in their hands, so that they could go back and exchange rewards with the sect. And the monks who followed him were in a hurry and desperately prevented the monks in front of him from picking up the scroll.

Ye Qinneng got a scroll so easily, and there were some unexpected surprises on his face.

got a scroll, and Ye Qin was still very calm. He did not grab more scrolls and was ready to leave.

You should know that this scroll has been left by various immortal sects for thousands of years, and the spiritual stone mine is extremely large. For Ye Qin alone, the mine map scroll left by any sect is enough for him. A scroll of the map is enough, and it doesn't make sense for him.

He didn't intend to rely on this scroll. Go to the sect in exchange for the reward of building a foundation.

A map scroll is in hand. The pressure on Ye Qin's body suddenly eased a lot. He looked around quickly. Prepare to wait for the opportunity to leave. In order to avoid being targeted by other monks.

The big cave has been in chaos for a long time. Several monks rushed to the front. Each monk almost picked up four or five scrolls in one go. The monk behind him didn't pick up the scroll. Where are you willing to give up? Chasing them to the death. Spells fly wild. All the monks are trying to grab the scroll. And attack each other crazily.

Among these people. The most fierce place is the yellow-robed monk and the golden-clothed monk. The magic weapon is in hand. Few people here are their opponents. They are too slow to do. I didn't get the scroll. He can only grab the scroll from other monks. Almost in the blink of an eye. Two of them got several scrolls. The monk is ready to escape. He died under their earth weapon.

Ye Qin was secretly shocked and his hair was numb. This kind of war is most likely to kill. No one knows who will suddenly attack themselves. I'm afraid I don't even know how to die. In the end, the monk can survive. Few and few. It is not appropriate to stay here for a long time.

I'm about to leave. His eyes saw a corner of the cave on the ground. There is a shiny jade slip. I couldn't help but be stunned. Except for a pile of scrolls falling out of this box. And Yu Jian. I don't know what kind of land it is. It should have something to do with the poisonous corpse.

Ye Qin was late and immediately flew over, intending to pick up the jade slip and take it away, and then immediately left this chaotic place.

Suddenly, Ye Qin was alerted in his heart, and his figure twisted for a moment and dodged to the side. Several wind blades chopped at the position where he had just stood without warning, hit the rock on the ground, and splashed a little dust and gravel.

A numb-faced monk, holding a spiritual knife, flew in front of the jade slip, stared at him fiercely and smiled, "I want this jade slip!" The wind blades just now were made by him.

Ye Qin couldn't help scolding. Those map scrolls were robbed, and even Yujian was competing with him. He took a look at the hemp-faced monk. This hemp-faced monk is the ninth-layer of the gas refining period, and his cultivation is similar to his. He holds a high-level spiritual sword in his hand. He is probably the core disciple of a small sect, a little arrogant.

If you don't use the magic weapon, you can still kill this numb-faced monk, but it takes time. But with the usage, they will show their killer trumps in front of these monks. Use this trump card as little as possible.

Ye Qin gritted his teeth and decided to give in and give up the jade slip. If he fights with this numb-faced monk, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave. If you procrastinate, you don't know what will happen. Getting a mine map scroll is already the biggest gain for him. That jade slip is an extra thing, which is dispensable.

Seeing that Ye Qin gave up the jade slip so easily, the numb-faced monk took the initiative to take a few steps back to show his retreat. He couldn't help but be surprised. He saw that Ye Qindi did not carry spiritual weapons at all, only one storage at his waist.

The numb-faced monk couldn't help but be secretly happy. He is also a veteran. Naturally, he recognizes that Ye Qin is the clothing of the disciples of Qingdan Sect.

This boy is obviously an ordinary monk from Qingdanmen. He is weak enough, and even the spiritual weapons have been destroyed, so he has to give up. If there is an advantage, he will not take it for nothing.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said fiercely, "Send over the scrolls on your body. Don't think I didn't see it. Just now, your boy rushed to the front, with at least two or three or four scrolls in his hand. Open your storage bag and hand them all over. I will consider letting you live again."

Ye Qin was secretly annoyed, and the cold light in his eyes flashed and he was looking for death. He had already decided to give up Yu Jian and leave directly. But this numb-faced monk actually didn't know what was good or bad, and even thought of hitting his storage bag. If he was entangled by this numb-faced monk, there would be endless trouble. It must be decided quickly.

"If you want to see what's in my storage bag, then I'll show you!"

Qin sneered and patted the storage bag at his waist, and a cold blue sword flew out of it. The small sword drew a perfect half-circle in mid-air, suspended in mid-air and controlled freely.

"Flying Sword!"

The numb-faced monk was stunned, and his face changed in horror. "You are the high-level core disciple of Qingdanmen?!"

The numb-faced monk was shocked and had no time to pick up the jade slip, so he hurriedly retreated. The high-level spiritual sword in his hand was in front of him, ready to protect himself. He is just the general core disciple of the small sect, not the highest core disciple of the sect with a deep background. Taking out a high-level spiritual weapon is already the limit of his strength. How dare he compete with those guys who often hold magic weapons?

The numb-faced monk's intestines were blue, and he didn't even have the heart to cry. He actually got into trouble with the core disciple of Qingdanmen. This guy is obviously a disciple in blue of Qingdanmen. Why did he disguise himself as an ordinary disciple in blue? He didn't recognize him!

Ye Qin didn't give him the chance to protect himself.

The blue sword light rotated quickly around the numb-faced monk.

The numb-faced monk was so frightened that he couldn't take care of his back, so he could only turn around and run away.

In the rush, he was surprised to find that the shield behind him was torn by the sword, and then he felt a pain in his heart. "Puff - he staggered under his feet and fell to the ground.

It's cool.

The monks around him are tearing up, but they don't care about Ye Qin and the Ma-faced monks. Few people have noticed that there is now "more" a monk with magic weapons in the cave.

Ye Qin glanced at the monks around him coldly and quickly picked up the small box of the poisonous corpse from the ground and fell out of the jade slip.

It is dozens of feet away from Ye Qin.

Old Kong, who is also from Qingdanmen, is fighting with a tall and thin middle-aged monk to grab a scroll. The tall and thin monk, who was also an ordinary monk, was very embarrassed in his hand. He held a middle-level spiritual weapon and fought with Old Kong.

Old Kong had been hiding behind Ye Qin. When everyone grabbed the scroll, he slowed down, so he didn't have time to grab the scroll. He had to look at the other monks fanatically. There are more than a dozen people in the cave. Only this tall and thin monk looks the weakest, and he already has a scroll in his hand. Naturally, the persimmon needs to be pinched softly.

"Ger hand in the scroll quickly!"

Old man Kong had a little advantage in the fight with the thin monks and roared excitedly. Although they are also weak monks, the spiritual weapons in his hand are much better than these tall and thin monks, with more powerful financial resources and a lot of various runes.

The tall and thin monk was entangled by Old Kong and couldn't escape. He cursed angrily and said vaguely, "Boh, you shameless! What's the ability to rob my land? If you want a scroll, you have the ability to rob others. There are so many other people's hands!"

"I'll rob you. What's wrong!"

Old Kong's face was ferocious. He gritted his teeth and threw out a middle-order fire rune paper worthy of dozens of spiritual stones in his hand. A surging flame bird rushed at the tall and thin monk out of thin air.

The tall and thin monk couldn't dodge at once. He was bombarded by a flame bird, and was blown up half a foot. He fell to the ground, and the protective mask was greatly dimmed. This fierce blow consumed a lot of mana of the tall and thin monk.

Old Kong immediately flew over, with a gold spirit sword in his hand and stabbed fiercely. The weak shield of the tall and thin monk could not stop the Li Mang of the Golden Sword at all. The tall and thin monk screamed and was nailed to the ground.

Old man Kong didn't care and hurriedly searched for the tall and thin monk.

But he couldn't find it in the storage bag, so he was in a hurry. He clearly saw that the tall and thin monk picked up a scroll. Where did he hide it?

After taking it out for a while, he opened the mouth of the tall and thin monk, and took out a roll inside.

Old Kong's hand trembled violently.

He grabbed the precious yellow map scroll in his hand and quickly poured it into the mana. Soon, a miniature mine shadow appeared. On it, you can clearly see the direction of the spiritual stone mine and the distribution of the spiritual stone mine point. This is the mine map of a small immortal sect. If you go back to the sect, you can definitely change to the foundation elixir.

"I found a scroll of map scrolls, haha!"

Old Kong held the scroll in his hand, and tears were about to flow down. For thirty years, he entered Qingdanmen when he was young. Under his status, he could only work as a handyman in Qingdanmen. He stayed for 30 years in a flash. At the age of old age, he never got the foundation elixir.

The foundation is getting more and more slim. Next year, he will be swept out of the school and leave the Qingdan Mountains.

This time, he risked his life to join the cave trial. Originally, he did not have much hope to get the foundation elixir. But God does what people want. It is God who destined him to become a foundation-building monk. After the successful foundation was built, he increased his life for a hundred years, 60 years old, and he was still very young.

"Haha!"

Old Kong raised his head and burst into tears. He couldn't help dancing and laughing wildly.

Puff!

A golden light passed through the old man Kong's chest.

Old Kong looked at the big hole in his chest in astonishment, with a stiff smile on his face and fell to the ground.

A golden slender figure flew slowly beside Mr. Kong. Looking at the stiff face of Mr. Kong's smile, he sneered contemptuously: "A little bastard of Qingdanmen, what a dream!"

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