Feng Ruoxian and Duan Qingge exchanged a glance, hastily retracted their aura and hid to the side. Just then, another voice said: "It's actually equivalent to a second-level demon beast at the early stage of foundation building? Let's go take a look."

  "Big brother, isn't this inappropriate? A cultivator who can kill a second-level demonic beast must be an expert. What if he hasn't left yet..." Another voice hastily said.

  Duan Qingge rushed over from another direction, unaware of the second-level demon beast's situation. He glanced at Mo Qingchen and transmitted a voice: "Qingchen Shimei, what second-level beast?"

  "Senior sister, let's talk about this later, see how these three people behave."

  "What's there to fear? This place is densely forested, making it difficult to escape if we encounter danger. If that person has recovered their strength, they would have left long ago. But if they haven't left, then that means..."

  "Ah, Master Ming sees it. If that person hasn't left, doesn't that mean he's been injured?" The monk who first spoke suddenly realized.

  It's true that few people who cultivate immortality in the dark way are foolish. If it weren't for Duan Qingge's arrival, I would have left long ago.

  Mo Qingchen's two female companions obtained enough spiritual medicine to exchange for the Foundation Establishment Pill. In the following days, the best choice was to avoid the increasingly cruel struggle and wait until the tenth day to leave the valley, thus completing their mission. At this time, they naturally did not want to provoke any more conflicts and carefully restrained their breath, hoping that the three people would not discover them leaving.

  Who would have thought that things would go against their wishes? Just as the three monks were about to turn around and leave, one of them suddenly threw out a talisman that flew towards the location where Duan Qingge was.

  Helpless, Duan Qingge had no choice but to reveal himself.

  "Big brother, it's actually a fellow disciple!" A cultivator exclaimed with some surprise.

  The three monks were all dressed in cyan Taoist robes with black borders, which was the attire of the inner disciples of the Yao Guang Sect.

  "Hello, three senior brothers." Duan Qingge saw they were fellow disciples and calmly paid his respects.

  "Heh heh, I expected the one who killed the second-level demonic beast to be a woman. But I didn't think it would be such a young junior sister from our own sect." The person in the middle said with a hint of a smile.

  Mo Qingchen, who was hiding on the side, was shocked to hear this. Although these three were fellow disciples, it was hard to guarantee that they wouldn't be tempted by such great benefits.

  At first, this person said that Qingge was young, with two layers of meaning. One is to say that she is young in years, and the other hidden meaning is that her cultivation is low. But someone like this can kill a second-level demon beast, which means they must have an excellent magical tool or talisman. Or perhaps they have cultivated some kind of ultimate skill, and these are precisely what all cultivators dream of possessing.

  Duan Qingge was also a clever person and immediately said, "Elder brother is joking. This article comes from 8 Precepts Chinese Network Little sister just passed by here. The secondary beast you mentioned has not even been seen."

  "Big brother, how did you determine it was a woman?" asked a monk beside him.

  The first man smiled and said, "The meat of a second-level demon beast is a great tonic. If it were a male cultivator, who would abandon it by the roadside and let a crow enjoy it? It can only be a female cultivator, still unable to avoid being disturbed by her appearance."

  Beside him, Mo Qingchen felt a twinge of guilt, no matter how he thought about it. Compared to the male cultivator in front of him, he had fallen short, which was probably a common problem among female cultivators. He secretly warned himself that he would never make this mistake again.

  Duan Qingge saw these three people chatting and laughing as if no one else was present, and he secretly let out a breath of relief, his footsteps slowly retreating in one direction.

  "Sister, where are you going?" The person in the middle asked with a smile.

  Duan Qingge pursed her lips: "Little sister won't disturb the three senior brothers anymore, these days haven't yielded any harvest, and it's making me anxious, thinking of going somewhere else to take a look."

  The person in the middle glanced at the person on the left, and the person on the left immediately understood and said: "Sister, isn't it a waste to leave like this after such a rare encounter?"

  "What did Big Brother mean?" Duan Qingge asked with his last bit of luck, becoming fully alert.

  The man in the middle glared at the person on his left, then stared straight at Duan Qingge and said, "Alright, let's make a deal, fellow disciple. Since we're from the same sect, we won't make things difficult for you. Just hand over the storage pouch on your body, and we'll let you leave."

  "Big brother, this girl is so tender, how can..." The person on the left hastily said.

  "Shut up!" The man in the middle glared fiercely at the person on his left.

  Another person pulled the left one and they seemed to be exchanging whispers.

  "Sister, pretend to agree with them and take the opportunity to attack the weakest one." Mo Qingchen secretly transmitted his voice while the three were talking.

  Mo Qingchen, who had been watching with a cold eye, had long seen that today's affairs could not end well. Since this was the case, he might as well take the initiative and strike first.

  These three people are all inner disciples, but their cultivation is uneven. The first person is in the Great Perfection of Refining Qi realm and can be considered a top-notch expert in this secret realm. The remaining two are both at the 11th layer of Refining Qi, with the weakest being the one on the left side, who has just reached the initial stage of the 11th layer.

  As long as they take down one person first, Mo Qing and Dust will have no problem dealing with the other two cultivators together.

  "Sister, what do you think?" The person in between asked indifferently.

  Duan Qing's face showed hesitation, her expression changing several times before she finally gritted her teeth and took off the storage bag from her waist. "This is all my sister has," she said, "I hope brother will keep his promise and not let me down..."

  Duan Qingge said as he bent down and put the storage bag on the ground, the three of them saw Duan Qingge being so obedient and exchanged a glance, nodding their heads in satisfaction.

  At this moment, a long whip suddenly lashed out and rolled towards the person on the left.

  The man on the left was suddenly wrapped around his ankle by a long whip, and Duan Qingge pulled hard, causing him to fall to the ground instantly.

  Almost at the same time as the incident occurred, two others came to attack Duan Qingge together. However, Duan Qingge did not resist and only attacked the person entwined by the long whip.

  As expected, just as the two men's attack was about to reach Duan Qingge, a large bowl suddenly flew out and stood in front of her, blocking the attack.

  The two were shocked to discover a strong spiritual power fluctuation coming from behind, and without looking back, they withdrew their attack and jumped to both sides, seeing several talismans exploding in mid-air.

  The person with slightly lower cultivation saw that the talisman had dodged and his mood relaxed, hurriedly manipulating the flying sword to attack Mo Qingchen who suddenly appeared, but felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head to take a look, on the front of his shirt, there was a hole the size of a needle eye, an extremely fine blood line slipped out, instantly splashing tiny blood flowers on the blue shirt, but quickly solidified the wound, without seeing fresh blood flowing out.

  The person in the lead held up a green umbrella with one hand, blocking the attack. However, just then, there was a loud thud, and the monk beside him fell to the ground on his back, his face still frozen in an expression of extreme surprise, but he had already stopped breathing.

  "Junior brother!" the leader shouted, staring at Mo Qingchen who had suddenly appeared. "Witch, what trick did you use?" As he spoke, his hand transformed into a green umbrella that turned into several sharp arrows flying towards Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingchen hastily retreated with his large bowl, colliding with Li Jian's arrow. Both of their bodies trembled simultaneously.

  Duan Qingge saw this and didn't hesitate, whipping the man with his whip.

  That person did not expect that these two female cultivators with low cultivation levels would actually possess decent magical artifacts, especially the last woman who emerged, whose artifact had a very good defensive power, and was evenly matched with his own Qingpeng flag.

  He thought again of the mysterious and ruthless methods used by this female cultivator to kill his fellow disciple, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He secretly wondered when such a formidable female cultivator had appeared among their peers, and how someone with her abilities had remained unknown to him despite his status.

  This man's thoughts turned rapidly as he thought of these things, and facing the attack of the two women, he couldn't help but feel a sense of retreat.

  Jian Shou attacked with one move and his body swayed to one side. Mo Qingchen rebuked: "Master sister, he wants to escape!"

  Duan Qingge, in perfect sync, immediately threw out a few fireball talismans to seal off the man's escape route, while his long whip simultaneously lashed out.

  The master's hands suddenly spun the green umbrella into a dense, impenetrable circle. Countless spiritual blades flew out of the circle, forcing Mo Qingchen and the other to retreat.

  The master saw the two women being forced to retreat, a hint of a smile appeared on his face, and he threw out a talisman that instantly grew larger, transforming into a paper bird over three feet long.

  The monk immediately jumped up and rode on a paper bird flying high into the sky.

  Mo Qingchen didn't expect that this person actually had a flying talisman, the speed of the vines in his hand couldn't even compare to the speed of the paper bird, and the thrown needles were all blocked by the cultivator's green umbrella.

  "You two wait, today's humiliation will be repaid a hundred times tomorrow!" The monk said, bowing his head and speaking slowly.

  Just then a huge fireball fell from the sky and landed right on his head.

  The defense of a cultivator mainly relies on defensive magical instruments and talismans, but by the foundation-building period, a protective aura can be formed around the body. However, in reality, it is actually very fragile.

  The Great Perfection cultivator of the Refining Qi stage, without any defense, had his head instantly burned into a charred ball by the fireball, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of roasted meat.

  The corpse of the master fell from the air, turning into a blurry mass of flesh and blood. The flying talisman lost control of its spiritual power and returned to being a palm-sized paper bird, floating down to the ground.

  At this time a black crow leisurely flew down, and with a proud and self-satisfied cry, shouted twice: "Wow, wow, actually disturbing this young lady's meal, burn the slut to death!"

  Suddenly a first-class demon beast fell, Duan Qingge's whip was about to attack, but Mo Qingchen hurriedly stopped him: "Qingge Shizhi, don't move, this is my spiritual beast!"

  "Ah?" Duan Qingge's mouth slightly opened in surprise, and he turned his head to look at Huo Wu Ya: "Junior sister, when did you get a crow as your spiritual beast?!"

  The tone is somewhat...

  Mo Qingchen's face suddenly felt a loss of dignity, and he said in a low voice: "This... this is an accident..."

  Duan Qingge couldn't help but laugh and say: "Qingchen Shimei, I didn't expect your taste to be so... unique..."

  "Sister!" Mo Qingchen saw her joking and scolded a sentence.

  Who knew that the fire crow was exceptionally intelligent, and it understood the meaning of Duan Qing's song, which she didn't appreciate. In an instant, it flew in front of her, stretched out a wing and chirped loudly at her, its eyelids half-open, revealing only a pair of white eyes.

  Seeing the crow's behavior like a shrew scolding on the street, with a look of disdain and contempt in her eyes that anyone could understand, Duan Qingge felt so ashamed that she couldn't help but cry and laugh at the same time, and didn't dare say anything else.

  Mo Qingchen, who was collecting the spoils of war, suddenly shouted: "Sister Master, come quickly, we've struck it rich!"

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