Chapter 18 Han Yunzhi (Seeking follow-up reading and investment)
Just as Xiao San was immersed in a brief moment of joy, his heart was pounding: "Oh no, there is a hidden trick..."

A white light shot out from somewhere, dragging a long tail, trying to wrap around Xiao San.

The top-level magic weapon, the soul-binding rope.

In times of crisis.

Xiao San quickly recalled the sword light magic weapon to protect his body. Although he successfully blocked the soul-binding rope, it also became a fight of a trapped beast.

The green dragon took advantage of the situation and used its huge body to tightly wrap around the circle of sword light, causing a loud noise.

Qi Yuan sighed. If the soul-binding rope could succeed in the sneak attack, the result would be easy. The green dragon flag in his hand burst out with a burst of light, echoing the green dragon in the distance. The dragon head looked up to the sky and roared evilly. The green scales on its body lit up with a subtle but extremely sharp fluorescence. When its body moved, the circle of sword light weakened a bit.

Xiao San secretly thought that it was not good. His sword magic weapon seemed to be unable to hold up. Damn it, the other party had the same top-level magic weapon, but the quality was much better than his...

"Fellow Daoist, I am a disciple of the Giant Sword Sect. We have a good relationship. I will give you all my treasures. Can you make up for our grudges? Give me a way out."

"Oh! That's something I can consider."

Qi Yuan said with a thoughtful look on his face.

has hope?
When Xiao San saw Qi Yuan's hesitant expression, he became ruthless and took out the elixir in his storage bag to increase the temptation.

As long as you are greedy for money, things will be easy.

But he still had a high-level talisman in his hand, ready to attack by surprise.

The reason why it has not been used is because people are worried that it will be blocked by Qi Yuan's high-level talisman wind wall technique.

Just now, Qi Yuan calmly summoned several high-level talismans in succession. Xiao San was unsure of what to do, so he hesitated to make a move...

"Look, fellow Daoist, if you just let me live, all these spiritual medicines will belong to you."

Qi Yuan looked at those medicinal herbs full of spiritual charm with his eyes really excited. He didn't expect that his opponent had so many treasures. He restrained the power of the Green Dragon Flag a little, and a mid-level Jingeng giant sword talisman fell silently from the sleeve of his other hand and clamped it between his fingers. He would not believe that the other party would give up all the treasures easily. He would rather prepare for the worst than to be lucky.

Xiao San naturally noticed that Qing Jiao's aura had changed, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "My senior brother, I didn't recognize the great man before. How about I treat you to a drink as an apology after we get out?"

Xiao San also has the thirteenth level of Qi training, but he acts humble and his bottom line is quite flexible.

"Tsk tsk tsk, forget about drinking. I can see that you seem a little dissatisfied, so I'd better give you a ride."

Qi Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he raised a huge golden sword to the sky, and with its sharp golden attribute, he suddenly chopped down at the circle of sword light.

"No..." Xiao Sanda shouted, letting out a desperate scream.

His sword light circle had been eroded by the green dragon without stopping, and had already reached a critical state.

I'm afraid I can't withstand the sharpness of that sword.

Before he died, he cast a high-level talisman, determined to drag Qi Yuan down with him.

A gust of muddy soil was lifted up for dozens of meters. After it landed, only a storage bag and elixir were left suspended in the air. As for the corpse, it should have been mixed with the swamp.

"Damn it, luckily I have enough wind wall talismans, otherwise it would be difficult to block your hidden attack."

Another hurricane wall was erected in front of Qi Yuan, with a small blood-red sword blocking it outside. He shot out magic power with one finger, smashed the small blood-red sword, and then collected the spoils.

There had been a battle here, and the traces were too obvious to play fishing tricks. So he just picked all the spiritual herbs in the swamp and turned around and disappeared on the spot.

……

South of the central area of ​​the Bloody Forbidden Land.

The place is filled with yellow sand, and there is a green shadow girl flying rapidly. People with sharp eyes will find that fresh blood is dripping where the girl flies.

"Bitch, stop it now."

A woman's voice was heard from afar, followed by a pair of golden wheel magic tools.

Han Yunzhi's face changed, and the yellow silk handkerchief in her hand swelled in the wind, turning into a defense to resist the attack from behind. After running away continuously, she was almost exhausted. She touched her bosom with her little hand, and found a talisman with earth attribute inside. As long as she hid underground, she could cover up her breath. She had to use it quickly before they caught up, not even a second late.

Not long after, a man and a woman arrived. From the clothes they were wearing, it was obvious that they were disciples of the Yanyue Sect.

"Where is this bitch hiding? I could still feel her breath just now. When I find her, I will dig out her eyeballs." The female disciple of Yanyue Sect was very charming, but the words that came out of her mouth were so vicious and cruel that even her partner couldn't help but shrink his neck after hearing them.

“Junior sister, forget it. If we don’t gather at the designated location, we will be punished when Grandmaster Nangong blames us.” The male disciple said in a weak tone, and it can be seen who is in the dominant position between the two.

"Hmph, you're a loser. You're no good on the bed, and you're no good under the bed. You can't even keep an eye on a little girl who is at the tenth level of Qi training. If this gets out, it'll damage the reputation of our Yanyue Shuangjiao..." The female disciple scolded arrogantly, and observed the terrain again without giving up.

suddenly…

She was stunned for a moment, patted her boyfriend next to her, and said uncertainly, "Look over there, is there a magical herb growing there? It looks like it's quite old."

The male disciple looked over and with his experience in growing spiritual medicines, he immediately blurted out, "It's some flame grass. Wait, the flames on the leaves are so red, it must be more than four hundred years old."

"More than four hundred years?"

When the woman from Yanyue Sect heard this, her eyes were filled with greed.

As long as she could get this elixir and present it to the sect's ancestor, not only would her cultivation level be further improved, but her status would also rise.

We must take it down immediately, before anyone notices, and we have to act quickly.

When the male disciple saw his Taoist partner was about to pick some, he immediately grabbed her arm and said cautiously, "Wait, there is no record of 400-year-old spiritual medicines here, so it might be fake. Let's investigate the situation first."

"Maybe the records don't provide enough details?" The female disciple frowned slightly and said unhappily.

But she was somewhat rational and paused.

The male disciple said, "Just in case, use the Ice Cone Talisman to test it first. If there is an ambush, there will always be clues."

The female disciple of Yanyue Sect took out a blue talisman, with a look of reluctance in her eyes. She pointed at the talisman with one hand, activated it, and suddenly rushed out. After escaping to a safe place, she looked on expectantly.

The male disciple cursed inwardly, not daring to slow down, and followed closely behind.

The talisman turned into a pitch-black cloud, and the temperature suddenly dropped to an extremely cold level. Not long after, dense and huge icicles fell from the sky and pierced deep into the ground.

In a short while, the area near the elixir will be transformed into a world of ice pillars, creating a spectacular sight.

A cup of tea time.

When the female disciple of Yanyue Sect saw that there was nothing unusual, she rushed forward greedily and flew towards the elixir.

The male disciple opened his mouth, and although he felt something was wrong, he followed.

"A spiritual medicine that is more than four hundred years old!" The female disciple's eyes were filled with reflections of the spiritual medicine.

The male disciple looked at his Taoist partner's infatuation, feeling somewhat helpless. Suddenly, he saw a green dragon head rising from his Taoist partner's eyes...

"There's an ambush, run."

A green mist enveloped the two figures, and a huge golden sword pierced into the center at an extremely fast speed.

Qi Yuan jumped out of the yellow sand and came to the land of spiritual medicine. Looking at the monks who had been turned into ashes, he skillfully took away the storage bag.

Using the five hundred year old elixir as bait really allowed one to harvest more spoils, because not many people could resist the greed and leave.

Qi Yuan pulled out the five hundred year old elixir and put it away. There were already traces of fighting here, so he needed to find another place to continue fishing. But before that, he needed to solve something...

"Come out, they are dead."

Three breaths later, a yellow mound of earth rose up on the ground, and a girl in green clothes broke out from it. She was covered with scars, looking very pitiful, and there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

Qi Yuan recalled the previous conversation between the two people from Yanyue Sect and had some guesses in his mind. In addition, the girl was wearing Lingshou Mountain clothing, so the other party was most likely Han Yunzhi.

(End of this chapter)