Chapter 445： Famous Wang Qingshan

In a certain black jungle, fifteen immortal cultivators walked slowly, led by a middle-aged man in his early forties, tall and thin, with a stern expression, giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.

Four foundation builders, eleven refiners, the middle-aged man's cultivation base is the highest, and the foundation builds four floors.

"Seventh Uncle, we have all been here for more than a month. I don't think there are second-order monsters here. I think we should go to other places to find them! Save time."

The girl in the yellow skirt pouted and complained in a low voice.

"It's only been over a month, let's look for it again!"

"But we all"

Before she could finish her words, the middle-aged man stopped abruptly and said in a low voice, "Be careful, there is something underground."

Just after he said this, the ground not far ahead was uneven, and a scarred yellow giant scorpion emerged from the ground.

The yellow giant scorpion's aura was sluggish, apparently running out of demon power.

"The second-order low-grade demon scorpion! It seems that it is running out of demon power. I just happen to be missing a second-order spirit worm."

The girl in the yellow skirt brought out a yellow cloth bag the size of a slap, which rose against the wind and came to the top of the yellow demon scorpion. A strong suction suddenly appeared, and a large amount of flying sand and stones were sucked into the yellow cloth bag.

The yellow demon scorpion made a strange sound and resisted a little, but it exhausted its demon power, and the resistance was in vain.

The girl in the yellow skirt pinched the magic, and the yellow cloth bag lit up with countless yellow runes, spraying out a large yellow glow, covering its body.

"Hee hee, after more than a month, I finally gained something."

The girl in the yellow skirt put away the yellow cloth bag with a smile on her face.

Just then, a double-eyed rat emerged from the ground.

"Second-order double-eyed rat! This is rare. If you sell it, you can sell at least 800 spirit stones."

The smile on the face of the girl in the yellow skirt deepened, and she was about to use a magic weapon to catch the double-eyed mouse.

Before she could make a move, the double-eyed mouse burrowed into the ground and disappeared, running away without a trace.

"Be careful, someone is coming."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and looked solemn.

It didn't take long for ten immortal cultivators to approach, it was Wang Qingshan and his party.

The double-eyed mouse emerged from the ground and climbed back to the spirit beast bag on the waist of Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan glanced at the yellow cloth bag that kept stirring in the hands of the girl in the yellow skirt, narrowed his eyes, and said politely: "The second-order low-grade demon scorpion is in your hands! It's our prey, please return it. Give us."

"Joke, that demon scorpion didn't have a name written on it, why should I give it back to you? You said it was yours and it was yours?"

The girl in the yellow skirt disagreed. After spending more than a month in the mountains, she found some elixir that had been around for decades. She had long been suffocated, and finally came across a second-order monster that was exhausted. Fat, how could she let it go.

When Wang Qingshan heard this, his face turned cold and he said, "If I want you to return it to me!"

The other party has four foundation-building cultivators, but Wang Qingshan is not afraid at all. When hunting monsters, this kind of thing often happens, and it is not surprising.

"Also? Why should I give you my things? Do you think we are afraid of you because there are so many people?"

The girl in the yellow skirt had no intentions, and offered three flying knives with aura.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qiuming and other clansmen in the Qi refining period did not say a word. A light curtain encloses them inside.

Wang Qingshan's sword art was pinched, and a crisp sword chirping sounded, and nine blue-green long swords flew out from the blue sword box on his back, suspended above the yellow light curtain.

Wang Qingjun also took out a crimson flag, and he was ready to fight if he disagreed.

The middle-aged man saw the nine green flying swords, his expression changed, he suddenly thought of something, and ordered the girl in the yellow skirt: "Min'er, return that demon scorpion to them."

"Seventh uncle, why are you afraid of them! They only have two foundation-building cultivators. In terms of numbers, we have more people than them."

The middle-aged man glared at her and commanded unceremoniously: "Didn't you hear what I said, return the demon scorpion to them immediately."

"Uncle Seven, why are you so afraid of them?"

The girl in the yellow skirt pouted, revealing a bitter face.

"Twelve sisters, they are from the Wang family of Qinglian Villa, and the leader should be Wang Qingshan. This person is a sword cultivator who has never been defeated. The Wang family is good at refining puppet beasts. It is rumored that the Wang family's monster hunting team has a second-order manpower. Monster beasts, return the second-tier demon scorpions to them, didn't you see that they have already made a defensive formation? It will only be us who will suffer."

A young man in yellow shirt explained through voice transmission.

Hearing the three words "Wang Qingshan", the girl in the yellow skirt changed slightly, and hurriedly took out the yellow cloth bag.

Wang Qingshan, the children of the Xiuxian family are known to everyone. It is rumored that Wang Qingshan is a sword cultivator. With his sharp swordsmanship, killing second-order monsters is like chopping melons and vegetables, killing second-order high-grade with one person's power. Monster beasts, under their reputation, there are no virtuous people, because a second-order monster scorpion is too stupid to fight with Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingjun sacrificed a yellow cloth bag and put away the yellow demon scorpion.

Wang Qingshan made a pinch, and the nine cyan flying swords flew back to the sword box. He rushed to the opposite side and clasped his fists, and said politely, "Thank you."

The middle-aged man squeezed a smile on his face, and said politely, "It's all a misunderstanding, we still have something to do, fellow Daoist please."

He waved his hand and led his fellow clan back, his face full of alertness.

Naturally, Wang Qingshan would not be arrogant and let Wang Qiuming withdraw the formation.

"Uncle Qi, they seem to be afraid of you?"

Wang Qiuming asked curiously.

"Afraid of me? I didn't do anything, Qiu Ming, if you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must not be unreasonable. If you are not strong enough, don't use your anger, you should endure it or endure it, endure the calm for a while, and retreat. One step widens the sea and the sky, but one cannot be brave.”

Wang Qingshan said earnestly.

"Understood, Seventh Uncle."

"Okay Let's go back! This is Tang Kingdom's territory after all, don't stay long."

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and led the team away.

At this moment, a huge roar of "bang rumbling" came from behind.

Wang Qingshan turned his head subconsciously and saw a ripple in the thousands of feet high void, and a blue light appeared. Two feet could not breathe, and the blue light turned into a blue vortex several feet in size.

The blue vortex keeps growing, and you can vaguely see blue arcs, as if something is about to come out.

"What is this? Could it be that some treasure was born?"

Wang Qingjun's face was full of curiosity, and his expression was a little excited.

After ten breaths, the whirlpool is a hundred feet in size, and a huge golden palace can be seen vaguely, looming and visible,

The golden palace seems to be made of some kind of golden jade. It is crystal clear. There are mysterious runes all over the door of the palace. ( )