Ren Pingzhi changed color in panic, but he didn't understand what was wrong? He said in a trembling voice: "Elder Miao, here..."

Before he could finish his words, Miao Sanjiang snorted coldly, grabbed the void in the air with his right hand, and heard Ren Pingzhi screaming, his clothes were broken, and a blood hole appeared on his left shoulder, and blood fountains surged out.

A bloody storage bag suddenly appeared on Miao Sanjiang's right hand. He released his spiritual sense to check it out. His face gradually showed a look of satisfaction. He laughed strangely: "No wonder Master Ren is so generous. He used a secret method to seal the treasure in his body. Do you think he could hide it from me?"

Mo Wentian and Li Wangqing looked at each other, and both felt that Ren Ping was extremely stupid. Xu Tianji arranged for Miao Sanjiang to check here, so there was naturally his reason. How could he easily fool him?

Ren Pingzhi covered the wound with his right hand, his face was extremely pale, and he said in a panic: "Elder Miao's eyes are golden and his divine eyes are like lightning, so he is ignorant of raising his face."

Miao Sanjiang snorted coldly, put the blood-stained storage bag in his arms, and smiled and said, "There is a saying by the leader, so I have to refuse it. To be honest, the spiritual objects inside are very interested."

Ren Ping's face was ashes. Not only did the spiritual objects plundered into the valley, but the treasures accumulated in the storage bag were destroyed by decades of hard work, and the regret in his heart was really hard to describe.

Miao Sanjiang said with a cold face: "President Ren, if you were not the head of a small sect, I would definitely not spare your life easily, why don't you get out of here?"

Ren Pingzhi seemed to have been aged for more than ten years, without any trace of his eyes, and he walked on in dismay.

Miao Sanjiang threw the previous storage bag away and said with a strange smile: "Master Ren, I will not take the spiritual objects in this storage bag seriously, so I will return them to you! I will not say that I will bully the weak and will not even let go of the junk."

Ren Pingzhi sat down on the ground in depressedly, picked up the storage bag, feeling extremely frustrated and regretful. For a moment, sadness came from his heart, and blood gushed out from his shoulders, but he was unaware that he had always liked to bully the weak and bully others with his power. At this time, suffering fell on his head, and he realized the pain.

Without waiting for instructions, Li Wangqing immediately stepped forward and picked up the storage bag and said, "Elder Miao, Li Wangqing, the head of Xiahua Immortal Sect, please check the storage bag."

Li Wangqing's robe was light and his robe was slapped, and his face was like a jade. In the eyes of people, it seemed that this person was righteous and inviolable. Miao Sanjiang looked surprised, but he did not make things difficult for him. He carefully checked the storage bag with his spiritual sense and said in a deep voice: "President Li, there are five wood spirit grass in the storage bag and one earth spirit grass. Each plant is purchased for fifteen low-grade spirit stones; each of the blood-transforming vine and blood marrow branches, each of which has two white bone flowers and immortal thorns, each of which is purchased for forty low-grade spirit stones, totaling three hundred and thirty low-grade spirit stones. What is the intention of Master Li?"

With Li Wangqing's calmness, his face changed drastically at this time, and he said in a loss of spirit: "How come Elder Miao is more generous than one? When it's time to go down, the number of spirit stones will be doubled?"

Miao Sanjiang laughed and explained patiently: "There is something that Master Li doesn't know. The price just now was aimed at the inner disciples of our sect, and Master Li is not a disciple of our sect, so the price is naturally different."

"This..." Li Wangqing was shocked and confused. He thought for a long time, feeling that there was no other way to go except gritting his teeth and admit defeat. He immediately made a decision: "It's good that Elder Miao will make the decision, and I have no objection."

Miao Sanjiang looked stunned. He didn't expect Li Wangqing to agree so happily. He didn't use many methods he had prepared. He was also very painful to pay the spirit stones and put the medicine into the treasure trove. He looked very proud. He got thousands of low-grade spirit stones in this business and was very excited.

Li Wangqing took back the storage bag, sighed and retreated silently, looking disappointed and disheartened.

After Li Wangqing came down, Mo Wentian quickly stepped forward a few steps, held the prepared storage bag forward, and said in a respectful voice: "Elder Miao, Mo Wentian, the leader of Xiawuji Sect, please check the storage bag."

After obtaining most of the wealth of Ren Pingzhi and Li Wangqing, Miao Sanjiang was obviously in a good mood. He took the storage bag without intention and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is Master Mo. You have the skills to keep your face and have refining Qi at the seventh level, and you are still young."

Naturally, he didn't know that Mo Wentian was only nineteen years old, but even if he knew, he wouldn't believe that Qinghe County had cultivated to the seventh level of Qi refining before he was twenty years old. As for cultivation, Mo Wentian's cultivation disguise technique was quite pure, and it would be difficult to discover unless he was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Miao Sanjiang grabbed his storage bag in his hand and used his spiritual sense to check it. His face became ugly and seemed unbelievable. He looked red in his eyes, and he was patrolling back and forth around Mo Wentian.

After being scanned by his eyes, Mo Wentian felt that there was nothing in his body, as if nothing could be hidden from his eyes. He immediately understood in his heart that Miao Sanjiang used the advanced spell of the Spiritual Eye Technique. It is said that this technique can make people's eyes look extremely sharp and have an unusual sense of any spiritual object. If Mo Wentian had any treasure hidden on his body, under the perception of the Spiritual Eye Technique, there would be no trace to escape.

Miao Sanjiang looked ugly and snorted coldly: "Is he really a useless person? Have you been hiding for five or six days after entering Wanling Valley? If you are a greedy person like you, you are still the head of a sect? "

He looked indignant and took out the only wooden spirit grass in the storage bag. He did not intend to exchange it with spirit stones, so he threw the storage bag on the ground and said coldly: "Is there a waste, why don't you get out of here?"

Mo Wentian pretended to be like being pardoned, went up to pick up the storage bag, and retreated in panic, looking embarrassed. Zhu Ziming and three other disciples saw it and laughed loudly, all of them looked disdainful.

Only Li Wangqing looked surprised and looked at Mo Wentian in a daze. In his heart, he felt something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't tell why.

Although there was nothing found in Mo Wentian, the Wanling Valley team gained a lot this time, only losing nearly nine inner disciples, but they obtained nearly fifty third-level spiritual medicines, and they were all spiritual medicines of special species, not comparable to those of Yijin Grass.

Although Feiyunmen has a first-grade spiritual medicine valley, it can only plant ordinary spiritual medicines. However, these special species of spiritual medicines are difficult to plant and are hard to find in the cultivation market. If converted into spiritual stones, the production of the spiritual stone mineral of Feiyunmen will take more than ten years to be discovered before it can be acquired.

Miao Sanjiang was overjoyed, looked around and looked at the people of Qinghe County and said, "President Li, Ren, and Mo, the senior brother of this sect has the words first. If you leave Wanling Valley, you can become the inner disciples of this sect, but the few of them are the heads of the sect. Although the sect is small, they are also the sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's sect's

Speaking of this, he pondered for a moment and continued, "It is a bit of luck that the three of you survived this time. If you achieve success in the future, you must do your best for this sect."

The other party was a monk in the early stage of foundation building. How could Mo Wentian and others dare to say anything more? He said respectfully now.

Miao Sanjiang laughed loudly, turned his head and said to Zhu Ziming and others: "That's the case, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped a flying sword, stepped on it, walked in the air, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Ziming and others did not have such ability, so they used their magical skills and walked down the mountain together.

Seeing everyone leaving, Fang Ziqi's expression became firm. He used the magical technique and followed Zhu Ziming and also went down the mountain.

Li Wangqing looked at Mo Wentian deeply and said thoughtfully: "President Mo, the Million Demon Mountain is still very long to return to Qinghe County. We might as well walk together, and there is a way to take care of it on the road."

"Then there is no need!" Mo Wentian laughed and said, "I have appreciated the beauty of Master Li, but I have always been used to being alone, so I won't bother Master Li."

Li Wangqing seemed to have reached the point where he would answer this way, and without force, he clasped his fists and said, "Then I will say goodbye. Master Mo, we will have a date in the future."

Mo Wentian also clasped his fists and said, "President Li, the future is long, and there will be a date later!"

Li Wangqing laughed and turned around and left. He used the magical technique to rush the way, and he was extremely fast. He left the top of the mountain in a short while and walked out of the end of his sight.

Mo Wentian glanced at Ren Pingzhi, who was still in a state of dismay, ignored him and used his magical technique to rush on his way, preparing to find a hidden place at the foot of the mountain, release the flying crane, and fly to Mangshan with the spiritual crane.

In just a short moment, the top of Kunshan returned to coolness, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on it, illuminating Ren Pingzhi's depressed face, looking extremely lonely.

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