A few people lurked forward together quietly and walked through a forest. Below was a valley that was not deep. Several ghostly men in merchant clothes were looking at something furtively.

Everyone is still in the mortal realm and cannot practice the art of looking at qi. It is also impossible to tell whether these people are monks or not, and what realm they are in.

Zhong Lin nodded slightly: "They are all from the mortal realm, and the highest one...should be at the fifth level of the mortal realm."

He is a Yin Shen cultivator, so he is different from everyone else in many ways.

Sun Li frowned slightly, how could such a group of ghostly monks come near the gate of Mount Subao and be so sneaky?

Zhong Lin suddenly pulled Sun Li and said solemnly: "Sun Li, something is wrong. These people should be carrying something that can cover up their cultivation and make them look like ordinary people. If I

If you are not practicing Yin Shen, you will never be able to see it."

Sun Li was surprised. He looked at those people again, his eyes showing deep caution: "Let's take a look at the situation first. I'm afraid things won't be simple this time."

There were six of them in total. After only pausing briefly in the valley, they immediately climbed up the opposite mountain peak.

When they reached the top of the peak, four of them spread out, each guarding a direction. Of the remaining two, one of them took out a strange-looking helmet from a box behind his back and put it on his head carefully.

The helmet covered his entire head, even his face.

There are two huge bronze mirrors on the eyes.

The man activated this strange magic weapon, and a whirlpool of light green light appeared on the two bronze mirrors.

He was wearing a helmet and looking towards the gate of Mount Subaoshan. He was saying something, and another person on the side had a flash of light on his fingertips. He quickly recorded it on a jade tablet.

"What are they doing?"

"No matter what they do, don't you know if they are all caught and tortured?" Su Xiaomei has become more and more violent recently: "Go and call Xiaoyu, let's deal with them six to six, and deal with them steadily."

Sun Li knocked on her forehead: "You are so obsessed with fighting and killing that you won't be able to get married in the future!"

Su Xiaomei rubbed her head: "I want you to take care of me! I'm too stupid to get married! What do you think I should do?"

"Follow them secretly to see what they are doing." Sun Li looked at everyone, and Zhong Lin volunteered: "I'll go, they won't be able to find me at all."

Sun Li thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, be careful, we will wait for you at the mountain gate."

The six demon cultivators had finished their work, packed up their things, and quietly went down the mountain. Zhong Lin nodded to everyone, and without touching the ground, he flashed over the leaves and grass and disappeared.

Su Xiaomei was a little worried: "Sun Li, can Zhong Lin do it alone?"

"It's okay. He is at the fourth level of the mortal realm. The strongest among the group is also the fifth level of the mortal realm. Zhong Lin has the body of a yin god. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to be discovered. Even if he is exposed,

He was able to escape unscathed."

Sun Li thought for a while: "Let's go back and tell Xiaoyu. Let him be careful."

…

After reminding Jiang Shiyu, the four returned to the mountain gate.

Sun Li thought that this matter might have a lot to do with it. The ghosts and demon cultivators have been very uneasy in recent years. He had also heard before that the resources in Guirong's territory were exhausted and that the demon cultivators had the intention to expand outward. But now, these ghosts and demons

Xiu peeked outside the mountain gate furtively again. It was obvious that the situation was serious.

He casually asked: "Who is in charge of the affairs now? Who should we report to?"

The three women looked at each other and smiled bitterly together: "No one is in charge now..."

Originally, it was Chongyu who stayed behind to take charge of the overall situation in Wanxu. Although Chongyu was a third-generation disciple, no one was dissatisfied with his status and cultivation.

But Chongyu died.

There are only three people left in charge of the mountain gate: Wulong, Chongyin, and Chongba.

The remaining senior teachers of Wanxu were all taken away by Wanxu, but these three people were all in retreat. Among the remaining disciples, there were many ambitious people, but they did not have the strength to do so, so they could only stay quietly.

.

Su Xiaomei found it funny: "Look, you beat the person in charge to death, now you can't find anyone to discuss it with, right?"

When no one else was around, Sun Li stopped performing and admitted honestly: "He wants to kill me, I can't just sit back and wait for death, right?"

Dongfang Fu and Li Ziting were still secretly surprised: "It's really you..."

Sun Li said calmly: "Why not me? Actually, I also think that the truth is easy to guess. Who else could it be if it weren't for me?"

The door rang and Zhong Lin came back.

Everyone stood up quickly: "How is it?"

Zhong Lin waved his hand: "Not found."

"Tell me quickly what's going on."

Everyone sat down, and Li Ziting carefully closed the door, then quietly looked outside and saw that no one was there, then she nodded to everyone.

Zhong Lin looked solemn and said: "Those people ended up in Gelanfang City!"

Sun Li was surprised: "Gelanfang City?"

Dongfang Fu immediately said: "Ah! It's from that ghost caravan!"

"good!"

Su Xiaomei saw that Sun Li was a little confused and explained: "A Guirong caravan came recently and brought some products from the Guirong grassland. The price is 20% cheaper than ordinary merchants. Many brothers went there.

I came here. I heard that people from other small sects around here are flocking here, and now the business is booming."

Sun Li thought for a while and asked, "What do they sell?"

"In fact, it is the most basic material. A kind of gloomy stone and wood produced by Guirong, the effect is almost the same as that of a spiritual stone. However, one spiritual stone can be exchanged for two pieces of gloomy stone and wood, which is still very cost-effective.

Apart from that, there are some basic tool-making materials. Guirong is rich in various metals. This time, it is said that they mainly use Baisheng iron essence, copper mother, silver and so on, but the price is cheap."

Sun Li asked again: "Which of you bought it? Let me see."

Several people looked at each other, but in the end Li Ziting blushed and took out something: "I'm just looking for a small advantage."

Everyone laughed, Sun Li took the things, and Li Ziting exchanged ten pieces of gloomy stone and wood, and bought thirty kilograms of hundred-smelted iron essence and half a kilogram of beard silver.

With these things in his hand, Sun Li urged Ling Yuan to explore them.

"How are you two ancestors?"

Wu Yao said casually: "It's all done with tricks. It's not very clever, but it's not a problem to deceive monks below the sage realm. Although it's not a big problem, if you use these things to refine magic weapons, it will be very easy to use in battle.

The magic weapon may break at a critical moment."

Sun Li was secretly shocked: "These people are cheap and their shipments are probably huge. They have tampered with so many materials. What a big deal!"

If he knew that there was such a caravan not only outside Subaoshan, but also around all the great sects in the entire Sui Dynasty, he would definitely be even more surprised.

Everyone on the Killing Throne has thousands of followers, and the Rich King Qiu Rencai is the one with the strongest financial resources among the five thrones. Even he spent a whole time planning this matter.

ten years!

There was no one in the mountain gate who could discuss it, so Sun Li had to make his own decision.

…

"Dangdangdang..."

In the Xuanwu Hall, the rapid bell rang. The disciples who were still in the mountain gate rushed over quickly no matter what they were doing.

Colleagues were also wondering, after Chongyu died, who gave the order to sound the alarm?

At the entrance of the main hall, Sun Li stood tall and proud.

Everyone understands.

Sun Li killed Chongyu. Someone has reported back to the headmaster Wangxu, but the headmaster has not responded at all. This can already explain a lot of problems. Even several disciples of Wanxu's sect did not dare to go to Sun Li to cause trouble. The rest

The disciples will not open their eyes and look for trouble themselves.

But those who are ambitious are a different story.

Feng Zhong stepped forward a little irritably and asked: "Sun Li, what right do you have to sound the alarm!"

This sharp shout attracted all the attention of the disciples. Feeling the attention of those eyes, Feng Zhong's whole body swelled up quickly: Isn't this the feeling that he thinks about day and night? Being high and enjoying the attention of everyone!

However, in order to fully gain this respect, he must also kick away a stumbling block in front of him - Sun Li.

Sun Li simply waved his hand: "We'll talk about it when everyone is here."

That kind of indifferent attitude was as if Feng Zhong was no different from an ordinary disciple! Feng Zhong was furious in his heart: I am the direct disciple of Master Wansheng! I am the fourth level of the mortal realm! I will definitely become Su Bao in the future

The number one disciple of the third generation of Shan! How dare you despise me so much!

"Humph, just because there is no one in charge of the overall situation in the mountain, it doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want. There are so many senior brothers here, but you, a new disciple, dare to ring the bell and ask everyone to come and gather. You are so brave!"

Sun Li frowned slightly. Just now, he was all thinking about what the demon cultivator was doing sneakily outside Subaoshan, and he didn't pay attention to Feng Zhong's attitude. This time Feng Zhong asked again, and Sun Li was a little impatient.

The irritable Su Xiaomei finally waited for an opportunity to attack. Cold light flowed from her hand, and a slender sharp blade appeared in her palm. In order to hide her from others, this sharp blade still had a handle, a mouth, and a hand guard.

A wave of the sharp blade!

The cold light is like the cold moon on a winter night, refreshing and chilling.

The pores on Feng Zhong's body suddenly tightened, and a deadly killing intent went straight into his eyebrows! He was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat, and at full power, he moved ten feet in an instant.

Whoosh!

The sword light pulled out a long dark light, and it almost passed by Feng Zhong's body. A huge scratch measuring twenty feet long suddenly appeared on the stone flat.

"Su Xiaomei, what are you doing!" Feng Zhong yelled angrily.

Su Xiaomei pursed her lips tightly, and her weak and timid eyes in the past were filled with a fighting spirit as hard as rock.

With a flick of the sharp blade in his hand, countless lights and shadows flashed in an instant, and streaks of cold light rolled towards Feng Zhong. Feng Zhong let out a strange cry and retreated thirty feet. On the stone floor in front of him, there was a sudden burst of banging noises.

In an instant, I don't know how many knives fell on these stone slabs.

Thirty feet of ground instantly turned into rubble!

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