Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Ten days later, Feilai Peak stopped in a valley in the Ghost Ruins of Qingqiu Region. Nearly a hundred huge mountain peaks quietly stopped. The ground was not level, but several symbolic formations under Feilai Peak changed. After the rest, the soil becomes a form that completely matches the terrain below, and it stops steadily.

At the same time it landed, it was also shrouded in countless weird black fog.

The Ghost Ruins was a century-old battlefield between the Daxuan and the Monster Race. There were a number of poisonous places in the world and extremely dangerous. As soon as it stopped, the various blood-colored weird plants on the surrounding pitch-black ground began to spread to Feilai Peak, and were covered by the mountain. The faint light of amulet blocked it without showing a trace.

One of the mountain peaks has a black flag with white stripes on a black background, shaped like a jellyfish. At this moment, it is like a fan. Four gaps are opened from the belly of the mountain. The surrounding black mist is swallowed by long whales, and then there is a clean breath. Exhaust like exhaust.

In less than an hour, the surrounding black fog gradually faded.

On the Peak of Chasing Clouds, many people are already standing at the exit of the mountain, ready to leave the mountain when the poisonous fog dissipates.

"The ghost fog of Peach Blossom Mountain is the most poisonous and troublesome, so Jue Toxin Peak likes to refine its essence. After a few hours, the ghost fog surrounding hundreds of miles will be drained by them. Then we will You can go down and find something good." At the place of exit, a middle-aged monk who looked very simple and honest said to Yan Ling.

There were many monks around them, none of them wore Kun-Lai standard clothing, and the weapons they took were also different, both new and old. At first glance, they were not Kun-Lai's official disciples.

This kind of monk has a collective name on Feilai Peak-San Xiu.

They come from all directions, some of the outer gates have been brushed down, some small sects who have migrated to Central Continent, and some monks from outer Continents who want to come and get rich overnight...

But they all know that the Feilaifeng expedition is extremely dangerous, and the price of the Shangfeng is extremely unfavourable, so they should go together more often and find a veteran who has been with the mountain several times to lead the team.

Yan Ling had no discs, and could only enter the casual repair team, and sleep together at the lowest-level cheap Datong shop on Feilai Peak, which made him extremely unhappy, who had always been the favorite of heaven.

"Brother Zhou, is this really okay?" A young monk was frightened when he watched the countless black smoke outside like evil ghosts gathering and dispersing.

"Seeing that there is no one there, we will follow them later." The honest, middle-aged monk with the surname Zhou pointed to the Kun-Lai monk at an exit beside him. They were divided into several teams, each discussing something, and their expressions were relaxed and natural. , Without the fear of the cultivator on his side, "These flying peaks have the power of harmony, and the stronger poisonous beasts dare not come over. They even have a lot of good things to defend themselves. We will follow them and pick them up. Something they don't like is enough for us to earn."

"Why pick up what they don't want..." Yan Ling frowned slightly, "Treasures are born in nature, and those who have the power live in it, and whoever grabs it belongs to whom."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding cultivators instinctively moved a few steps away from him.

"Brother Yan," Brother Zhou whispered, "Don't forget that we are on their Feilai Peak. If you are dissatisfied with them, driving us down is not a joke."

A trace of contempt flashed in Yan Ling's eyes and did not speak.

After a few more hours, the black fog around has completely faded, revealing a clear sky, the creepy and poisonous weeds on the ground seem to hate the sun very much, and begin to hide from all kinds of shadows.

At this time, the protective formation at the intersection was finally opened, and a group of monks in Tsing Yi left.

The corners of the Tsing Yi monks have fairy grass patterns, and they look like Qingnvfeng's.

Yan Ling's team is far behind.

"Choose grass and wear gold gloves, don't be poisoned, pay attention to insects...Don't kill black centipedes. Yu Shoufeng likes this thing very much. It is more expensive than medicine." The leader of the Tsing Yi monk began to command, and their heads and eyes were tied. There were cloth towels, and there were no fewer than dozens of bottles and boxes that were taken out at hand. Several groups of people scattered and collected them as light as they were back in their own orchard.

"Be careful not to separate too much, keep a proper distance, the time is still long." In no hurry, these monks quickly took away the valuable things with a long time, and the leader explained to them the use and identification of these things. "There are many things in the ghost market, the most valuable is the ghost fog grass, but its medicinal properties are not based on the year. Everyone, this kind of leaves with black silk is the most effective, which means that it grows in the place where the yin is the heaviest. Success, if used well, is the best nemesis of the murderous spell, and it has a miraculous effect on the pill of transformation.

Brother Zhou admired it very much and began to pick these grasses. Of course, he could only use the gold and steel talisman to add a layer of defense to his hand before daring to do it. Other miscellaneous practitioners also began to pick up things they occasionally missed.

After some time, although it was just a matter of picking up the omissions, the harvest of these people was also very good.

They were all monks, and they quickly picked up very few valuable things in the surrounding hundreds of miles.

When the black fog was getting thicker, the leader of the Tsing Yi monk looked around and ordered the team to return.

"Brother Zhou..." a young casual repairer pointed to a lush grassland not far away in the black mist. There were many short grasses growing on it, with three leaves growing alternately. There were three white spots on the purple-green leaves, but they seemed to be twisted one by one. Grimace, thick black threads in the veins, it is a very good-looking ghost fog grass, "Let's go and pick the things there."

"Don't!" Brother Zhou's expression changed. "What they don't take is definitely dangerous, and we can't take it either. Listen, Xiangshan is most taboo and greedy..."

"There will be nothing wrong with being so close. We will post it when we get this piece." The young casual Xiu couldn't help but leaned over.

"Come back—" Before Brother Zhou finished speaking, he saw a snake shadow flashing in the black mist, and the young San Xiu was caught in the depths of the black mist before he even screamed.

All the casual repairs around have changed.

Yan Ling couldn't help being shocked. The snake shadow didn't even notice him just now. He is a powerful soul, not a casual cultivator who mostly builds foundations.

"That's a sly snake, the local monster beast that likes to hide in the black mist. It is difficult to find even in the infant stage when the black mist is hidden. It is very poisonous. If you are bitten, you will immediately eat ten detoxification pills, and immediately send it to the young lady boss. Healing.” The leader of the Tsing Yi cultivator who had not gone far heard the change, and turned his head to warn the group of newcomers who had just been eligible for the expedition, “Only those guys at Jue Poison Peak can enter the black mist, because they are more venomous than snakes, bite them. It must be a snake who will die in one bite. Of course, there is also a big guy inside, a demon king. Jue Poison Peak takes the poison once every 100 years. We and the monster beasts here are better not at odds with each other. Understand?"

Mengxins have all said and understood.

Then their team continued to return.

Brother Zhou sighed and asked the casual practitioners around to follow him.

Yan Ling was horrified by the weirdness here. Not far away, a group of monks in white robes with black background and white stripes walked into the black fog talking and laughing. Absorbing the surrounding black fog, opened a road.

"Brother, you can't catch the snake if you **** the mist." The black-robed monk protested.

"Snakes are not the most poisonous here. The fog is. Besides, there are enough snakes on the peak. You said it would be great if our Absolute Poison Peak was built here. There are good materials everywhere." The cultivator holding the gourd said with emotion.

"There is no internet here," said the little girl in black next to her.

"...Makes sense." The cultivator holding the gourd immediately dispelled the idea, "Quickly go, the poisonous toad is calling, there is a big guy over there..."

The voice gradually disappeared into the black mist, and Yan Ling felt that her three views were being challenged.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and he was almost stunted by those scattered repairers.

When I returned to Feilai Peak, it was time for meals. There was a special hall in the mountain's belly to provide spiritual food, but their casual practitioners could only buy wotou made of spiritual wheat chaff.

Yan Ling is already in the Yuan Ying period and naturally does not need to eat, but seeing that there is a special spirit wine for sale, that thing is very useful to him, and it can reconcile the hostility in the exercise, so he wants to buy some.

But the cultivator who was drinking alcohol actually refused: "Sorry, this thing is not sold to casual repairs."

Yan Ling looked at him coldly, as if she wanted to eat him.

"It's useless to see, this is the wine tasting, not takeaway. The miscellaneous wine over there is for takeaway." The cultivator pointed to the corner and received the next doormate.

Yan Ling remembered his appearance, thinking about eating his flesh and blood essence when he went out next time. Although it was only a golden period, this was the price of humiliating him.

Brother Zhou next to him ate the wotou made from Linggu chaff and tore off his clothes corners: "Brother Yan, this is Kun-Lai’s rules. Good things are close to their own people first. There is no way, and we can’t afford it. ,Do not be mad."

"Huh." Yan Ling just looked at the hall coldly, trying to remember the Kun-Lai disciple here.

At this time, a familiar and graceful figure appeared in the line of sight, with a young man who talked and laughed with her.

Yan Ling thought for a while and shrank to the side of the loose repair pile.

——

Qingnv and Feng Qingxiu made a round of inspections and let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is no attrition today."

"Those casual cultivators seem to be missing a few." Feng Qingxiu frowned slightly, "This is the first time I landed."

"It's already very good, and the Outland is dangerous everywhere. Even Kun-Lai disciples are experienced and often attrition. It's not bad if you can go back half of the casual cultivator." Qingnv shook her head, and then took out a ledger, "Chasing Yunfeng, you have For half of the investment, 20% of the income of all peaks today will be taxed to the peak owner, so 10% of the income today is yours. Please check."

Feng Qingxiu took it, took a close look at the accounts, and asked with some doubts: "Is it a little too high to earn 120,000 spiritual stones a day?"

Could it be said that there will be a million spiritual stones income in one day today? This is too...

"It's only a lot taller, and things like ghost fog grass are only found in the ghost market. There is no poisonous peak to remove the poisonous fog, no monks in the same way will start the big demon, and without our experience and cooperation, the Yuan Ying monk will come in and pick one. All the plants may lose their lives. One plant is made into a box and sold to Zhongzhou, and a thousand spiritual stones are sold easily, and they still think it is cheap. Besides, it will take a hundred years to say less next time, enough for us to slowly "Selling," said Qing Girl with a smile, "not only in the human domain, there are witch races in foreign lands who are good at cursing and killing, and many monster races often suffer from this, and selling to them will only be more expensive."

Feng Qingxiu nodded, thinking about the dozen frames of grass picked today, and somewhat understood why Kun-Lai’s prices were so high.

After reading the accounts, Feng Qingxiu returned it to Qingnv. After a few words of greeting, the other party left.

Feng Qingxiu returned to her residence and began to write to Master.

First, I reported the most recent experience, and then expressed my concern for Master, and finally thought of Master’s desire to go out for a stroll, and added: “Now that you go to a foreign land, you will know how big the world is. If you have a chance, it’s true. I want to appreciate this endless mountains and rivers with Master."

Then click Send.

It was not sent out.

I ordered it several times before finally sending it out.

Is the network too far away?

He took out the master paper man who did not respond again, and suddenly his heart moved, and he made a simple little black robe, and carefully put it on the master paper man.

How can a piece of paper be worthy of a master, such a master is more imposing!

He squeezed the paper man's arm, and was about to touch it again, when he felt that there was a movement in Feilaifeng's large array.

The light came out and fell to the top of the peak. He saw in the distant night, there were countless stars and little things rushing towards the peaks of Feilai.

Almost at the same time, the alarms of each peak sounded.