In the distribution of the corpse of the multi-jia mud crocodile, Meng Ping was completely at a disadvantage with one to three, and Li Daxiao and the three of them first divided the most valuable armor and crocodile claws, leaving him only a remnant body, although the remaining ones can also be worth five or six spirit stones, but it is more troublesome to collect, the teeth need to be pulled out one by one, and the skeleton needs to be carefully peeled off.

Li Daxiao and the three took advantage and laughed in a low voice on the side. Originally, Wu and Chen had plans to leave, but Li Daxiao insisted on waiting for a while, intending to see Meng Ping's jokes.

Meng Ping forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, first pulled out several pairs of valuable teeth, and then, took out a dagger, intending to start from the head of the multi-nail mud crocodile and gradually peel off the skeleton.

Suddenly, Deng Anxin, who had been watching coldly, moved, and at the head of the multi-nail mud crocodile, there seemed to be something useful to him, so he quietly leaned over. Meng Ping obviously also noticed something, and his expression was uncontrollably excited.

At this time, in the brain of the multi-caramel, a bead of green light was revealed, about the size of the belly of the little finger, very much like a delicate agate stone.

Even though Deng An had never seen a demon pill, he still guessed the true origin of this "green pearl", except that it could not be anything else.

The probability of a low-level demon beast generating a demon pill is very low, almost among thousands, there will be such a lucky one that will produce a demon pill. They only hunted more than a dozen demon beasts, and they were able to bump into such a good thing, and I have to say that their luck is very good.

Meng Ping tried his best to control his excitement, pretended to get up and parted the stump behind the multi-nail mud crocodile, took the opportunity to block the sight of Li Daxiao and the others, and quickly took out the demon pill and put it away.

"Senior Brother Meng, what good things did you receive just now?"

Ever since Deng An approached the corpse of the multi-jia mud crocodile, Li Daxiao became suspicious, Meng Ping's small actions naturally couldn't hide from him, guessing that he might have found something, but he didn't think about the demon pill, after all, this is just a first-order demon beast, and the chance of giving birth to a demon pill is too small.

Of course, Meng Ping would not tell the truth, and pointed to the bloody crocodile corpse: "What can it be? It's not the three senior brothers who picked up the rest! What? Senior Brother Li is interested in the rest of the materials? In this way, you take out ten pieces of small armor, and these will all belong to you." ”

Li Daxiao was suddenly angry, and his face became ugly. But his intuition told him that Meng Ping was definitely deliberately hiding something, and if he gave up, maybe he would regret it later, he forced himself to squeeze out a smile and said, "Can you let us open our eyes?"

"It's just a tooth missing, it's already mixed with the others, I can't remember which one, and I ask Senior Brother Li not to embarrass Senior Brother. ”

Wu and Chen are both human spirits, and when they heard Li Daxiao's words, they immediately guessed the approximate reason, and the disciple surnamed Wu echoed: "Senior Brother Meng, the Duojia Demon Crocodile was killed by the four of us together, if you find something good, you can't hide it privately, otherwise it will be unfair." ”

"Fair?" Meng Ping sneered, and couldn't help but sneer: "Senior Brother Wu, before saying this, let's ask yourself whether the distribution is fair or not!"

"Senior Brother Meng, although the remaining materials are scattered, but fortunately, there are many of them, and the total value is not less than ours, not to mention that the multi-armor mud crocodile is a first-order peak demon beast, which is usually difficult to encounter in Baiyue Lake, and its skeleton is kept so intact, maybe the uncles and uncles are very interested, as soon as they are happy, they can enjoy four or five spirit stones at will, and they will far surpass us. Besides, there are no good things on the first-order demon beasts, you just take them out and let us see, are you still afraid that we won't be able to rob it?" The disciple surnamed Chen saw the scene a little stiff, and hurriedly came out to play a round.

How could Meng Ping listen to his quibbles, simply ignore the three of them, and take care of the flesh and blood on the skeleton of the multi-nail mud crocodile. Indeed, as the disciple surnamed Chen said, the complete multi-jia mud crocodile skeleton can be used to refine the puppet, but the value is not as exaggerated as he said, at most it is worth two or three spirit stones, which is still on the premise that not a single bone can be left behind.

At this time, Deng An didn't have the heart to care about the argument between them, and after Meng Ping took the demon pill, the strange feeling at first still didn't dissipate. Isn't it the Demon Pill? He felt a little puzzled, and continued to observe the corpse of the multi-carat mud crocodile.

Soon, a slightly black bone caught Deng An's attention. It was an inconspicuous bone at the top of the crocodile spine, only half the size of a palm, in an irregular quadrangular shape, as black as inky jade, covered by a faint layer of glow.

"Meng Ping, give me that blackened bone. "The swords and other things that Deng An conjured up can only be used to deal with the same kind, or play a certain role in delaying, but if you want to use it to cut the corpse of the demon beast, it is obviously impossible to do it, so you can only turn to Meng Ping for help.

"What is this bone? What is the use of it? It looks like there are so many toxins that it has corroded black. Meng Ping had already seen this bone, and he didn't take it to heart. It is normal for the multi-carat mud crocodile to live in the mudflat environment all year round, and it is inevitable to eat some poisonous weeds by mistake, inhale some miasma, and have toxins accumulated on the bones. Although he was puzzled by this request, he still took the bone according to his words and threw it to Deng An.

"I don't know, I just think it's a little weird. Deng An answered truthfully, and then wrapped his soul body around his bones and studied it carefully. Except for the different color, it seems to have no other function, but Deng An can feel an indescribable experience from it, whether it is longing, or the pursuit of strength, which cannot be let go for a long time.

Li Daxiao saw that Meng Ping not only ignored them, but instead had a close conversation with Deng An over an inconspicuous bone, and immediately became furious, and shouted in a deep voice: "Meng Ping, you are reluctant to take out that thing, do you want to force us to use force?"

While Li Daxiao was speaking, Wu and Chen understood and quietly moved a few steps, faintly forming a triangle with him, surrounding Meng Ping and Deng An in the middle.

Deng An glanced at the three of them, but he didn't panic. As a ghost, it was easy for him to escape from this treacherous mudflat. They are just Qi cultivation period cultivators, and they don't have the ability to fly away, and when the situation is critical, it's a big deal to flee to the mudflats.

Deng An is worried about Meng Ping now, after all, two fists are difficult to reach four hands.

Meng Ping's temperament seems to be peaceful, but he is full of stubbornness in his bones, Li Daxiao frequently oppresses people with power, which is likely to attract a strong backlash from him, and he really has to turn his face if he doesn't make it. He signed a soul contract with Meng Ping, basically one is one glory and one loss, if he does it for a while, he will definitely stand on Meng Ping's side, even if their chances of winning are not big.

Sure enough, Meng Ping threw down the corpse of the multi-jia mud crocodile, slowly stood up, and glared angrily at Li Daxiao and the others: "The surname Li, you have troubled me several times, for the sake of the same family, I don't want to fight with you, don't think I'm afraid of you." Today, if I just don't take things out, what can you do with me? Alone or together?"

He couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to have a showdown with the other party.

The disciple surnamed Chen seemed reluctant to do it directly, and persuaded with a shy face: "Senior Brother Meng, why is this so difficult? You are not our opponent, so you should hand over that kind of thing." ”

"Don't think!" At this point, Meng Ping no longer had any hope of understanding, and took out a spirit sword to protect the vital points of his body to prevent the other party from suddenly attacking him.

Li Daxiao's expression changed again and again, his original intention was to force Meng Ping to comply, but Meng Ping didn't care about the difference in strength between the two sides, and was determined to fight against them. The three of them are all fourth-level qi cultivators, and it is easy to take down Meng Ping, but if they really make a move and attract other disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect, I am afraid that they will be accused of bullying.

Li Daxiao looked around, the surroundings were still foggy, and he couldn't tell if there were other disciples nearby, he hesitated for a moment, and his heart was horizontal, planning to take a risk.

"Whoosh!

Suddenly, there were two sounds of breaking the sky in the distance.

Everyone looked in surprise, only to see two sword lights shooting out of the mist, followed by the huge spiritual pressure of the high-level monks. When they got closer, they could see clearly that above the two sword lights, each stood a monk walking in the air.

At the front is an old man with sparse hair, with an eagle nose and deep eyes, and his face is full of wrinkles, judging from his appearance, he is probably not too young, and he is not far from death, Deng An can even sense a trace of corpse qi. He was followed by a middle-aged man who was very wealthy.

The two of them could easily see the situation in the mudflats, and the confrontation was naturally in full view. Seeing this, the old man frowned slightly, and reprimanded the middle-aged man in a low voice.

The middle-aged man looked frightened and nodded frequently.

When Li Daxiao and the three of them saw the middle-aged man, their faces changed greatly, and they hurriedly put away their weapons and bowed respectfully. Meng Ping recognized the person, his expression was relieved, and he bowed down. Deng An vaguely guessed the identity of the person, but he was not a disciple of the Ghost Suppression Sect, so naturally he didn't need to salute.

What made Li Daxiao's expressions slightly relieved was that the two of them had no intention of stopping, and the sword light roared, seeing that they were about to fly overhead and head towards the center of Baiyue Lake. When the distance was closer, the old man inadvertently swept past Deng An and let out a light sigh, and the sword light carrying him fell almost vertically, stopping in front of several people.

Although the middle-aged man was puzzled, he still followed closely.

"Disciple Li Daxiao, I have seen Elder Yan. ”

"Disciple Meng Ping, I have seen Elder Yan. ”

The four disciples of the Ghost Suppression Sect only recognized this middle-aged man, who was Elder Yan who was in charge of the distribution of the task of the sect, and they did not dare to lack the number of courtesies, so they stepped forward and saluted one after another.

Elder Yan glanced at the old man, and secretly scolded a few people for being blind, in front of this old man, how could he dare to call him an elder, and shouted angrily: "Don't you meet Elder Yu of this sect yet!"

"Yu ...... Elder Yu?!"

Li Daxiao's mouth opened wide, and it took a while to spit out these words. Meng Ping was also dumbfounded, at a loss, and his heart seemed to be set off in a turbulent wave.

Deng An saw everyone's expressions, and naturally guessed the identity of the person who came, and when he was chatting at ordinary times, Meng Ping told him about several elders of the Zhengui Sect, and there was only one surnamed Yu, who served as the great elder of the sect, and it was said that he was one step away from becoming a monk in the Yudan period. Deng An couldn't see the strength of the old man, but he could feel the strong pressure of the other party that was different from that of ordinary foundation building monks.

"Don't believe my words?" Elder Yan was even more displeased when he saw the expressions of several disciples. Although these men were not his disciples, they were responsible for teaching.