Chapter 499: Master of Xuanwu Hall

Chapter 499 Xuanwu Hall Master

Looking at the fleeing monsters, he didn't take the initiative to kill them. Naturally, he didn't need to take action for such a trivial matter.

Unless some monsters are unlucky, or have poor eyesight, they get too close to him and are killed by him.

Of course, he was not idle, but let go of his consciousness, walked into one shop after another, and dug out all kinds of items hidden inside.

What kind of spiritual grass, spiritual fruit, ore materials, and some simple and crude magic weapons for refining.

Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one else around, he directly put these miscellaneous things into the space.

Some things that were not very valuable but took up a lot of space were taken in by him.

Even the signboard hanging at the door of the store was taken away by Wang Hong because it was made of first-order metal materials.

Although he doesn't need this kind of material himself, he has many subordinates and needs too many resources.

At this time, he was picking up a large bowl for monsters to eat. The material seemed to be good, and he could process a long gun when he went back, but he also put it away.

He quickly ransacked a shop, leaving almost no items with spiritual power, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the next shop.

At this moment, he heard the sound of violent fighting from Tianquan Peak.

He had brought two Jindan monks here before, and he asked one of them to follow him to Fangshi.

The other person went to the top of the peak to guard first, so that the monster could not escape with his belongings.

Because the Qingxu Mountains are not just empty now, not only the third-tier monsters have left, but most of the second-tier and first-tier monsters have also been transferred away.

The Tier 3 monster left behind has been beheaded,

Now a Golden Core cultivator is here, he is simply invincible.

Unexpectedly, there was another third-tier monster on Tianquan Peak, and this third-tier monster dared to resist.

"You stay here, I'll go and have a look!" Wang Hong gave orders to this Jindan subordinate, and flew towards the top of the mountain.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he saw two people who were fighting.

"It turned out to be him!"

At this moment, it is not monsters who are fighting with his subordinates, but the former Xuanwu Hall Master of Qing Xuzong.

At this time, his subordinates had already lost all their strength in the fight, and they were in danger.

The head of the Xuanwu hall is a monk in the late stage of Golden Core, and his subordinates have only entered Golden Core for the first time, and they only have the cultivation base of the early stage of Golden Core.

"Old Turtle! Let's meet again!"

Wang Hong shouted loudly, and flew towards the place where the two fought.

"Boy! It turned out to be you, and your life is pretty big!"

Xuanwu Hall Master also recognized Wang Hong, of course, and they had a lot of dealings back then.

Seeing that Wang Hong didn't die in the beast horde, he was still alive and kicking, and he had even risen to the second level of his cultivation level, and he immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Old tortoise, do you think that other people need to be like you, begging for mercy from the monster race to survive?

From my point of view, the master you turned to is not very good. After all these years, you have not grown at all. "

Wang Hong didn't know if the other party had made any progress. After all, he was only in the foundation building stage back then, and he was not yet capable enough to distinguish the strength of Jindan monks.

Anyway, he just sees that the other party is unhappy, so he can say whatever he can to stimulate the other party.

At the same time, a scarlet flying sword quickly slashed at the Xuanwu hall master.

Hall Master Xuanwu was a little distracted by Wang Hong talking about the central matter. Not only did he not improve his cultivation over the years, he even regressed a little.

After he took refuge in the Yaozu, because he was born in the Qingxu Sect and knew a little about alchemy, he became the alchemy tool of the Qinghu clan.

Including the disciples of the Qingxu Sect who surrendered with him at the beginning, all of them have become tools for alchemy of the Yaozu, and they don't even have time to rest, let alone practice.

The life after joining the Yaozu was not as happy as imagined.

Just as he was distracted, a red flying sword had already silently killed him.

Hallmaster Xuanwu's heart trembled, and his hairs stood on end, feeling that a great danger was approaching.

"Thief!" Xuanwu Hall Master yelled angrily, almost falling into Wang Hong's way, and hurriedly sacrificed a shield to block in front of him.

His shield is made from black tortoise shells. It was distributed by Qing Xuzong to the previous Xuanwu hall masters. It is said to be unparalleled in defense and extremely powerful.

In just a split second, the two fought dozens of times in the air. Wang Hong's natal flying sword was fierce, but he couldn't do anything with the shield of Xuanwu Hall Master.

The Jindanqi subordinate, when Wang Hong took over the Xuanwu hall master, he found that he was no longer able to intervene with his own strength, and now he could only watch the battle from the sidelines.

When the two collided again, several clusters of flames flew out from the red flying sword, and several clusters of flames touched the shield, even directly igniting the shield.

This shield against Wushuang can't defend against this kind of flame.

At this time, several **** of flames flew towards the Xuanwu hall master. Seeing this, the Xuanwu hall master directly discarded the shield, his body turned into blood, and he flew hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Wang Hong's figure blurred for a while, and instantly appeared in front of the Xuanwu Hall Master.

"This kind of escape is good! It's a pity that it's worse than me."

When Hall Master Xuanwu heard these words, Wang Hong was already a few feet in front of him, and was throwing a fist at him.

He quickly used that body technique again, turned into blood, and was hundreds of feet away in an instant.

This time he didn't dare to waste time, and was ready to turn into blood and escape again.

But at this time, he heard Wang Hong's voice ringing in his ears again.

"As I said, your body skills are a little worse than mine."

Then he felt a pain in his head and lost all consciousness.

The Golden Core cultivator who was watching the battle saw that their boss directly smashed the opponent's head with a punch without using any magic weapon. It felt too impactful.

He decided that after returning home, he would also learn body training.

Wang Hong took off the storage bag of the Xuanwu Hall Master, checked it a little, and found that there were still two magic weapons, some materials and spirit stones inside.

"Okay, you continue to stay here."

Wang Hong threw down a sentence and headed towards Shanjiaofang City.

There must be a beginning and an end in doing things, and he insisted on searching all of this market.

During this short period of time, the few remaining monsters in the square city were almost killed by the golden core monks guarding here.

Wang Hong continued to search for all kinds of spiritual objects from house to house. This feeling was even more exciting than treasure hunting.

In addition to storing some items in the space, he also filled dozens of storage bags, all of which were hung on his waist.

It took him a few hours before he searched the entire city.

After walking out of Fangshi, he looked back with satisfaction and saw that there was nothing left to loot.

"Go, let's go to the top of the mountain!"

Wang Hong greeted that subordinate and flew up.

Although he gained a lot in Fangshi just now, in fact, there are some first- and second-order materials here, which are of no help to him, and can only be used by his subordinates when he takes them back.

The big head is on the top of the mountain. He remembered that Qing Xuzong's warehouse was set up on the top of Tianquan Peak in the past.