The cave is actually myself

Chapter 100 Paper Man Meets Paper Man

"It can be inferred from the previous explorations that this secret realm is of extremely high value and contains several rare spiritual herbs and elixirs."

"There are countless low-level ones, and according to the known information, the danger factor is not very high, and Qi training monks are likely to retreat unscathed."

The monk who led Ma Mingyuan into the archives room of Xuanyu Tower felt satisfied when he saw that he was so serious.

"It's just because of the intelligence errors in our Xuanyu Tower that the organization suffered a lot of losses in that secret realm."

"As you can see, a foundation-building master was lost, and several high-level Qi-training monks also died in the strange wooden building that was rounded up last time."

"Did you get any treasures from that secret realm, such as the sword-raising gourd and the earth-fire heart lotus?"

Ma Mingyuan asked curiously.

"Um……"

The Xuanyulou monk paused for a moment and quickly went through it in his mind, trying his best to keep a smile on his lips.

"The harvest is not small. For example, we obtained a large amount of low-grade spiritual herbs and elixirs, as well as the most important detailed information about the secret realm."

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Ma Mingyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he chuckled inwardly, becoming more determined to dedicate everything to the secret realm.

For such a large organization, the treasures obtained are not as good as those of a Qi practitioner like me. This is the advantage of being in a good team.

The most important thing right now is not only to understand the relevant information about the secret realm, but also to know the specific strength of the entire Xuanyu Tower and to know all of Xuanyu Tower's plans for the secret realm.

Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to survive a hundred battles.

Ma Mingyuan knew what was going on and focused on the information in front of him.

Li family, Jiange.

Inside the sword pavilion, there are many powerful sword cultivators of the Li family for hundreds of years.

The Li family is famous for its swordsmanship in the surrounding areas, and the giant sword cultivator, Li Jianqing, is even more excellent in swordsmanship and talented.

So when he was still at the middle level of Qi training, he was recruited by Tianjian Sect and became an outer disciple of the sect.

The Tianjian Sect has an intermediate-level blessed land with rich spiritual energy. The speed of cultivation there is several times faster than that at the Li family in Cangxing City. After more than twenty years of hard training, his cultivation has also grown from the intermediate-level Qi training to the current level. Later stage of foundation building.

The door opened softly, and Li Wenxuan and sword cultivator Bai Kun entered the sword pavilion.

In the house, Li Jianqing's body was ravaged by the sword energy, but it did not affect the wooden boards of the tables and chairs in the house. His whole body was like a sword that had been tempered for thousands of times.

"Uncle."

Li Wenxuan addressed him respectfully, his tone was kind and respectful, and his eyes were full of admiration.

The uncle in front of him is a legend of the Li family. He entered the world-famous Tianjian Sect at a young age. In just 20 years, he reached the advanced stage of foundation building and was one step away from forming a core.

"Brother Jianqing."

Bai Kun stepped forward and shouted softly.

He, who is usually free and easy, seemed a little restrained today, with a complicated look on his face.

The two have practiced together and practiced swordplay together since they were young. However, since Li Jianqing joined the Tianjian Sect, the gap in strength between the two has become wider and wider. They occasionally meet and get along with each other not as easily and naturally as before.

Now, one is in the late stage of foundation building, an inner disciple of Tianjian Sect, with unlimited future, and the other is Li Jiakeqing of Cangxing City, in the early stage of foundation building.

Although they were both in the foundation building, Bai Kun knew that there was already a huge gap between them, and he might not be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building in his lifetime.

"Well, Wenxuan, you have grown so big in a blink of an eye. Akun, your cultivation is pretty good, and you have improved a lot compared to last time."

Li Jianqing turned around and didn't notice the subtle expressions of the two people. He said hello, sat upright on the wooden chair, and went straight to the topic.

"I learned from letters passed down from my family before that the two of you once entered a secret realm and found traces of a python eel in the secret realm?"

"Yes, we accidentally saw a python eel that was about to break through. I remembered what my uncle once said, so we paid special attention to it."

"In addition, there are several extremely rare third-grade spiritual plants in the secret realm, the sword-raising gourd, the earth-fire heart lotus, and a phoenix sycamore tree."

"Oh, really?" Li Jianqing raised his eyebrows. Hearing this, he felt a little more interested.

Third-grade spiritual plants are just right for monks in the early and middle stages of foundation building.

Although he is already in the late stage of foundation establishment, ordinary third-grade spiritual plants are not attractive to him, but these types are rare even in Tianjianzong, and they are extremely valuable.

"This is indeed the case." Bai Kun added on the side.

"Okay, when the secret realm opens, you will accompany me to visit that secret realm."

Li Jianqing looked proud and high-spirited.

Cangxing City, a simple residence.

The residence is located relatively inside the outer city, and the spiritual energy is quite good in terms of concentration and purity.

A senior Qi practitioner was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a piece of colorful paper slipped quietly through the crack in the door. After entering the room, he stood upright.

The paper stretched, and a strange red and green paper man appeared in the room.

His eyes were empty, and he looked around the room, obviously able to see everything.

There were two bright red blushes on her cheeks, occupying most of her face.

Looking at the unconscious senior Qi practitioner lying on the bed, the paper man tilted his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and then walked to the bed.

The qi-training monk felt the strong yin energy surrounding him and woke up with a start.

As soon as he opened his eyes, before he could take out the talisman, the hands of the red and green paper figurine turned into two thin snakes, which burrowed into the monk's throat, and balls of confetti kept gushing out from the monk's throat, and the appearance of the five internal organs could be vaguely distinguished.

The high-level qi-training monk died instantly. His skin seemed unscathed, but inside he had already become an empty shell.

With hands like knives, the paper man cut off the entire skin bag of the high-level Qi practitioner, hung it on his body, and then pulled up a zipper from the inside, softly sealing the monk's skin bag.

Then, like flatulence, the skin quickly swelled up and took on the appearance of a monk.

The monk picked up two pre-placed eyeballs from the ground and installed them in his own eye sockets.

With a snap, his eyeballs fell to the ground and kept spinning.

The monk did not give up. He bent his knees at [-] degrees, picked up the eyeballs on the ground, and continued to install them.

After no less than ten times, the movements became more and more proficient, and the eyeballs finally seemed to be installed in the monk's eye sockets, but the angle was a little weird and could not be rotated significantly.

Then, the monk took out a thin piece of paper from the storage bag, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.

As if he smelled something delicious, the monk pressed the piece of paper tightly to his chest, the blush on his face getting heavier and heavier.

He looked at himself in the mirror, holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, his eyes aimed at the top of the mirror, with an abnormal blush on his face.

Seeing all this, the monk held the thin piece of paper tightly in his palms and smiled.

She was a little stiff at first, but she became more natural when she smiled, the blush on her cheeks faded, and her eyeballs rolled down a little.

Everything is normal.

(End of this chapter)