There is no Yuanying Monk, this is good news for Qingyang, at the beginning of Baishou Lake, Qingyang was able to kill Shi Ruyu of the fifth layer of Jindan by himself, there were almost no opponents in the middle of Jindan, and when Qingyang recovered, there were few people in the entire Fallen Ghost Abyss who could pose a threat to him.

On the way from Tongqi County to here, there are still a lot of dangers, and a month ago, a group of demon beasts came out of nowhere, causing great trouble to the entire team. Half a month ago, when I was staying overnight, the camp was attacked by an evil cultivator in the foundation building period, and several guards were killed and injured.

Not to mention other small situations, in short, the road is not very peaceful, fortunately, the guards brought by the candidates are all selected elites, and there are two Zhuji monks in the team, the road is quite smooth, except for the dead and injured seven or eight guards, ten candidates are fine.

Ma Xingchen's guards died two, which was the biggest loss among all the candidates, and the paper old man was lucky not to be among the two. In fact, it's normal to have this loss, who let them cultivate to the minimum? In a team of hundreds of people, only Ma Xingchen has a Pulse Opening Realm cultivator here.

Fortunately, this place is not far from Dry Mound City, and the ten-day journey will be soon, so there should be no more danger. On this day, everyone had been on a journey for another day, even the Qi refining cultivators were a little tired, and seeing that it was dark, everyone set up a temporary camp at the foot of a mountain and stayed.

In a tent at the edge of the camp, Qingyang was meditating and refining to bridge and disperse, in addition to him, there was also the paper old man and two other guards, as for Ma Shi and Ma Xingchen, it was naturally impossible to live with them, when they came, there were eight guards, and now there are only four people left, and the tent is a lot more spacious.

Unconsciously, in the middle of the night, Qingyang had just refined half of the healing powder he had taken, and suddenly heard a loud bang outside, and then he heard two sounds of breaking the sky, as if someone had something flying into the sky, and at the same time shouted: "Who is it, who dares to attack my camp?" ”

The voice was Qingteng Sanren, listening to his voice full of anger, it seemed that the camp had been attacked by someone just now, and the losses caused were not small, Qingyang and the others did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly got out of the tent, while checking the situation, and joined Ma Xingchen and Ma Shi and others.

The whole camp was in a mess, the guards were busy looking for the master, Qingteng Sanren and another foundation building monk Shangguan Ping stood in the sky with a spiritual weapon, but the image of the two was very embarrassing, Qingteng Sanren was better, Shangguan Ping was injured, and obviously suffered a lot in the night attack just now.

These two people are the highest cultivation in the entire team, and the night attackers will attack the two of them as soon as they come, obviously figuring out the situation here, and the attack is very targeted, and dozens of feet outside the camp, there seem to be a lot of people in the shadows, but the night is too dark to see the truth, and I don't know when the team was targeted by them, so they didn't notice it at all.

Qingteng Sanren stood high in the air, his thoughts wandered, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Dry Mound City, and the task was about to be completed, he gradually relaxed his vigilance, he didn't expect that someone would take advantage of this time to carry out a sneak attack, if he hadn't reacted fast enough, he would have been injured just now, who ate the bear's heart leopard gall, and dared to intercept and kill their team here? It seems that there are a lot of people depending on the situation, and I don't know if I can handle it.

Qingteng Sanren was still thinking about it, and Shangguan Ping had already shouted, "Who is so bold as to dare to attack the team of the Holy Son's primary? Aren't you afraid of the immeasurable saints to blame? ”

"Hmph, don't pull the tiger skin to make a big banner, and the immeasurable saint is to blame? Can he take care of it? Even if you want to take care of it, you have to have the life to complain. A voice snorted coldly from dozens of feet away.

Seeing that the camp was already on guard, the group of people dozens of feet away simply walked out of the darkness, first of all, a big man with a gloomy face, a cultivator who built the fifth layer of the foundation, and he was the one who spoke just now. There are two black-clothed men on the left and one on the right around this person, one building the fourth layer of the foundation, the other building the second layer of the foundation, and there are thirty people behind him, all of whom are also cultivators in the middle and late stages of qi refining.

Seeing the cultivation of this group of people, Qingteng Sanren's heart sank suddenly, I am afraid that things are not easy to do, the other party has one more foundation building monk than here, and the leading gloomy man is still building the fifth layer of the foundation, which is higher than his own cultivation. Among the rest of the people, although there are more people here, most of them are guards in the early stage of qi refining, which is much worse than the middle and late stage of qi refining on the other side.

The other party is so strong, even if he fights for his life, he may not be able to win, it seems that this time the mission will fail, but no matter what, he can't escape without occupying it, Qingteng Sanren said while thinking about countermeasures: "Who are you?" Why did you block the Son primary? ”

The gloomy-looking man on the other side sneered: "How can we leave your real name when we came out to do such a thing?" You just thought we were the bandits who gathered in the nearby mountains and forests, and when we heard that a large group of people from Tongqi County had come to Kuzuka City to participate in the primary election of the Holy Son, they came out to get some money to spend. ”

The fourth-floor monk next to him said: "Those who can be selected to participate in the primary election of the Holy Son must be the descendants of each family, and good things are absolutely indispensable on the body, boss, we have made a fortune this time." ”

These are the bandits who gather in the mountains and forests? Intercept the primary selection team of the Holy Son to get some money to spend? Qingteng Sanren doesn't look like it. But the matter has come to this point, it is useless to think about anything else, if spending a little spirit stone can solve the problem, Qingteng Sanren is still willing, after all, he is here with a mission, and he must ensure that the team arrives at Dry Mound City safely, and the damage is too great to bear the guilt.

Qingteng Sanren decided to endure this breath for the time being, and said: "Since you are seeking wealth, then you can't work hard, you say a number, if we can afford it, we will definitely find a way to make it up for you." But don't open your mouth, it's not good for anyone to die. ”

Qingteng Sanren said both soft and hard, expecting the other party to be merciful, but the other party didn't eat this set at all, the leading monk laughed twice and said: "We thieves live a life of licking blood from the knife edge, when are you afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken?" Just kill you all, everything will be ours, don't you have what you want? Negotiable? ”

Listening to the words of the leading monk, Qingteng Sanren was even more sure in his heart, these people were not bandits at all, but someone else pretended to be, the purpose was to take their lives, since this is the case, then there is nothing to discuss, let's fight first and see the situation.