Mo Wentian took the storage bag in a daze and opened it. There were 62 low-grade spiritual stones, fourteen Yijin Dan, six Yijin Grass, one wood Ling Grass, dozens of marrow-washing flowers and iron jujubes, and hundreds of first-level spiritual medicines. In addition, there was also a spiritual medicine that was shaped like a palm and was covered with countless steel needle-sharp-tips.

"Immortal Thorn!" Mo Wentian's pupils tightened. In an instant, he immediately understood why the monk was so weird. The immortal Thorn was a third-level spiritual medicine, and it was an auxiliary medicine for the foundation-building pill. He had to be extremely careful when picking it. If he was accidentally pierced by a spike, he would fall into a illusion, thinking that he would become an immortal and become a saint, and his behavior was strange and strange. If the monk did not have a great magical power to cast spells to rescue him, it would be difficult to extricate himself.

Mo Wentian felt a sense of sadness and pity. After collecting these unexpected wealth, he then walked like a meteor and continued to walk deep into the desert. At this time, the closest light spot was less than two hundred feet away.

The information obtained from the sensing bead was getting closer and closer. It seemed that the cultivator in front had stopped and was waiting for him to step forward. After walking for a while, he found four of them from a distance, all of them were at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Two of them were disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect and the Tianxin Sect, and two were monks from Qinghe County. Mo Wentian recognized it, which was Li Wangqing and Ren Pingzhi.

The four of them waited for him to come and looked at each other in surprise. Ren Pingzhi said in surprise: "How could it be you?"

Mo Wentian laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Ren, why can't it be me?"

Ren Pingzhi looked arrogant and said disdainfully: "I waited for a few people here for a long time. I thought I could wait for several fellow Taoists with strong strength to join forces to explore the ruins of the ancient ship, but I didn't expect that it was you. You are just the seventh level of Qi Refining cultivation and will not help me and others at all."

"Yes, it's a waste of time!" The disciple of Tianxin Sect said immediately: "If I had known this, it would have been better to set off early. Maybe I had already arrived at the site where the ancient ship was buried. Now that I missed the opportunity, the spiritual medicine on the ship had probably been picked up by other monks. It's a pity."

The disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect took a step forward and said happily with joy on his face: "I am Chang Weishan of Xuantian Sword Sect, I wonder what this fellow Taoist is called?"

Before Mo Wentian could speak, he was taken first by Ren Pingzhi: "Fellow Daoist Chang, this person is called Mo Wentian, and he is the head of the Wuji Sect of Qinghe County."

"Wuji Sect?" Chang Weishan frowned and said in confusion: "I also know some knowledge of the cultivation sect in Qinghe County, but have you never heard of a sect like Wuji Sect?"

Ren Pingzhi laughed loudly and said disdainfully: "Fellow Daoist Chang doesn't know that Wuji Sect is unknown in Qinghe County and is extremely weak. I have always wondered why such a small sect has survived to this day?"

"Well! I understand so much!" Chang Weishan suddenly stepped forward and said with a bad expression: "Fellow Daoist, why is the sensing bead in your hands?"

Mo Wentian sneered in his heart. This disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect named Chang Weishan was just as handsome as Ren Pingzhi. He was a lord who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He said calmly: "The Induction Bead was obtained from the noble family fellow Taoist Ge."

"What? Senior Brother Ge?" Chang Weishan's face changed and he stepped forward and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are so brave, you actually killed Senior Brother Ge in this family?"

"What did fellow Taoist Chang say?" Mo Wentian said in shock: "The Sensing Bead is a fellow Taoist Ge item, but due to the attack of the blood sand ant, fellow Taoist Ge of your family unfortunately fell. The five people in the lower class fled in a hurry and lost contact. They returned to search. When the person did not find one, they accidentally found the Sensing Bead."

Chang Weishan snorted coldly, his face sinking like water, "Fellow Daoist, let your tongue bloom lotus flowers, and the sensing beads fall into your hands. No matter what, you can't escape the relationship."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly turned and he smiled sarcastically: "If you want to prove your innocence, you just need to hand over the storage bag and let me check it out for a while. If there are no relics in this sect, you will be spared."

Mo Wentian sneered and thought to himself that this person was really shameless. However, seeing that he had low cultivation and had no background, he had the idea of ​​bullying the weak. If the storage bag fell into this hand, would there be a possibility of returning it?

Speaking of this idea, he was ready to take action. Although he might not be able to defeat four cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining, there was no problem with running away.

As soon as his thoughts arose, Li Wangqing suddenly stepped forward and said, "Fellow Daoist Chang is afraid that there is something wrong with it. Since Fellow Daoist Ge is his senior brother, his cultivation is naturally not weak. How can he be matched by a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining?"

"This..." Chang Weishan's expression froze, but he was surprised and puzzled. Although he didn't spend much time together, he understood that Li Wangqing was not a simple person. With his character, he should be watching coldly. How could he stand up and say justice?

Although the disciple of Tianxin Sect looked down on Mo Wentian, he was even more reluctant to Chang Weishan succeed. He smiled and said without a smile: "Chang Weishan, what fellow Taoist Mo said is all right. If it weren't for the blood sand ant colony, the junior brother Wang of this sect would not have fallen, and the junior brother of the eighth level of Qi Refining in the sect would not have gone away."

"Lu Yan, how could you do this?" Chang Weishan's face changed. It would be fine if Li Wangqing was alone, but coupled with Lu Yan in Tianxin Sect, he had to be worried.

A gloomy look flashed across his face. After a long time, he changed into a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist, if you say so, I misunderstood you."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Mo Wentian laughed and said, "The Induction Pearl is a noble family. I'll be returned to it. Please collect it with fellow Taoist Chang."

There is only one induction bead, so it is useless to keep it in your hands? And it also causes a lot of trouble. It is better to go with the flow and return it to the Xuantian Sword Sect to save a lot of trouble.

Chang Weishan naturally put it away without hesitation and smiled indifferently: "Fellow Daoist, in the vast desert, Fellow Daoist lost his direction without the sensing beads. I am afraid that it will be difficult to return on the same road. It would be better to follow me and four people to explore the ruins of the ancient ship. Maybe you can still get something. I wonder what Fellow Daoist thought?"

"That's the point!" Mo Wentian smiled and said, "I'm grateful to you."

Chang Weishan and Lu Yan looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes. Although the cultivator with high cultivation did not wait, his low cultivation level was not without utility value. At critical moments, he might even save a life.

Ren Pingzhi was naturally indignant. He was not only greedy for life and feared death, but also bullying the weak and the strong. He believed that Mo Wentian was just a seventh level of Qi Refining cultivation, but in front of cultivators with advanced cultivation, he did not have the awareness that as a junior should be servile. It was really unhappy to see it.

Li Wangqing smiled indifferently at this moment and suddenly sent a message to Mo Wentian: "Master Mo, don't be fine!"

Mo Wentian's mind moved and used the sound transmission technique to respond: "President Li just said that he would rescue the situation, I wonder what the deep meaning is?"

Li Wangqing smiled indifferently and said, "How dare you offend such a powerful figure in Sect Mo? I just want to take this opportunity to make friends with Sect Mo."

Mo Wentian politely refused: "You should be sincere in making friends, but there are some shortcomings from Master Li."

Li Wangqing stroked three long beards with his hand and smiled through a voice: "I believe that Master Mo will feel the sincerity of my subordinates. In Qinghe County, we have the same situation. It would be a pity if we don't be friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped talking. Both of them were in the ninth level of Qi refining and using voice transmission to talk. Unless they were foundation-building monks, it would be difficult to detect them at all.

Chang Weishan said at this time: "Fellow Taoists, let's continue walking in! The other three groups of monks are already far away from here and are rushing to the place where the ancient ships sank. We must seize the time to rush to avoid falling into nothing."
Chapter completed!