"Be careful!"
Lan Ying reminded her and also made a move, her witch weapon was a long hook, which could be used to lock the opponent's magic weapon after shooting.
Unexpectedly, this streamer was extremely soft, Lan Ying's witch weapon clearly hooked this sudden light, but the streamer lightly circled around the long hook, causing her to stop in vain.
Just like this, Lan Ying didn't have time to stop it again, and the streamer fell on Jia He's body and circled around, so he wrapped him in a big bundle, but he couldn't move even if he stood there.
Jia He could not avoid it, he could only watch his body being pierced, pierced, and torn by the wind cone until his final consciousness fell into the abyss.
The tacit understanding shown by the two human cultivators who had never known each other at the moment of life and death was simply amazing, and the two joined forces to strike, which not only relieved the monk from being besieged by the three of them in an instant, but also successfully killed one of the other sides, so that the strength of both sides returned to balance at the first time.
This time, without Lan Ying and Lao Du asking, Yang Junshan stood under a giant peach tree dozens of feet away, and after the monk who broke out restrained the wind cone, the whole person looked pale and looked quite embarrassed.
Yang Junshan calmly took two steps forward, and the person had already walked to the side of the monk, standing side by side with him, facing the two extraterritorial monks Lan Ying and Lao Du opposite.
The monk straightened his waist, turned his face sideways and looked Yang Junshan up and down, and said in a muffled voice: "This time it's a loss, and you took advantage of the cheapness."
Yang Junshan said seriously: "Brother's words are wrong, and Brother Tai has never seen it with his own eyes, how do you know that the benefits will be given to you?"
The monk said indignantly: "You guy, you clearly take advantage of it and sell well, except for a few joint monks from outside the domain in this Red Mist Mountain, you and I are left, who would it be if it weren't for you?"
Yang Junshan asked rhetorically: "How did Brother Tai know that the only human cultivators in this Red Mist Mountain were you and me, and Brother Tai had seen it with his own eyes? What's more, now my brother's life is saved by my subordinates, if I pretend to be deaf and mute, my brother will die, so why are you still obsessed with those benefits?"
The monk immediately whispered aggrievedly: "Is there any reason for this, the benefits are taken for nothing, and a few complaints make people speechless, hey, by the way, what do you call it?"
Yang Junshan didn't know whether this person was really heartless or deliberately pretending to be like this, but he still replied: "Yang Junshan in Yuzhou!"
"Yuzhou people," the monk was obviously a little disbelieving, this place was obviously closer to Liangzhou, but it was still far from Yuzhou, but he nodded and said, "In the lower Qingfeng Zhenren, it's just a casual cultivator."
Yang Junshan naturally saw the suspicion in Qingfeng Zhenren's eyes, but he didn't bother to explain, but after hearing him call himself a "casual cultivator", he looked at it seriously.
Just now, Qingfeng Zhenren faced the situation of Lan Ying and the other three extraterritorial monks besieging him, Yang Junshan had seen it with his own eyes, he was able to hold out for so long under the joint siege of the three extraterritorial monks, even if he was called any true monk of a great sect, it would be nothing more than that.
At least Yang Junshan thought to himself that he would not be able to hold out in the face of the joint siege of the three extraterritorial cultivators just now, of course, if Yang Junshan's cultivation also advanced to the Xuangang Realm, it would be a different story.
"Have you two finished talking?"
Lan Ying and the old poisonous faces became more and more gloomy, and finally Lan Ying couldn't hold her breath and interrupted the two of them with a loud shout.
The two of them were slightly stunned, looking at the two extraterritorial monks opposite, but they heard Lan Ying say in a deep voice: "Who killed Yuan Kong two of you?"
Although these two people initially killed the demon cultivator Jia He in one fell swoop with tacit cooperation, they didn't even know what the other party's name was when they saw each other, obviously the two were not together, so killing Yuan Kong and getting the news of Red Mist Mountain should be the only one right.
A small group of five people has now lost three members, and the ownership of what they want has become uncertain.
Yang Junshan and Qingfeng looked at me and I looked at you, no one seemed to be interested in answering, but Yang Junshan suddenly turned his head at this time and looked at the old poison who had been silent next to Lan Ying.
Looking at Yang Junshan's smiling expression, Lao Du's face, which was originally covered by many decorations, also changed slightly, and Qingfeng on the side noticed that Yang Junshan's expression was different, and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"
Yang Junshan smiled "hehe" and said: "This barbarian Taoist seems to have a lot of research on poison magic,......"
Qingfeng Zhenren jumped up all of a sudden and said, "What, did you just use poison magical powers, why didn't I find out?"
Qingfeng Zhenren paused, then looked at Yang Junshan and said strangely: "Why did you find out?"
Yang Junshan nodded and said: "You are not even afraid of entering this Red Mist Mountain and facing this peach blossom miasma in the sky, are you still afraid of other poisonous powers?"
Yang Junshan found that this Qingfeng Zhenren's thinking seemed to be a little off line, so without waiting for him to say it, Yang Junshan went straight to the Wu clan monk Lan Ying opposite: "Then what is the charter of this Wu clan Taoist?"
Lan Ying sneered and said, "The left and right have just done one thing, my Wu clan people have always fought against the heavens and the earth, who are they afraid of?"
Yang Junshan curled his lips and soared straight from the top of the mountain towards the canopy of the giant peach tree in a radius of dozens of acres.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Seeing this, Qingfeng Zhenren also rose into the air and chased towards Yang Junshan.
"Looking for Pan Tao, you ventured into the Red Mist Mountain this time, didn't you come here for Pan Tao?"
As Yang Junshan spoke, he took out another storage bag from his arms, shook his hand, and where the primordial magnetic treasure light swept through, the huge spiritual fruit produced on the tree was instantly put into the storage bag.
"Ah, Pan Tao, is there a Pan Tao in this Red Mist Mountain?" Qingfeng Zhenren shouted, and then said: "Well, I actually want to find a lightning strike peach tree in the peach forest to refine a handy magic weapon."
Yang Junshan was stunned for a moment, but his hand was not idle, and the primordial magnetic treasure light swept away, and dozens of spirit peaches the size of a child's head were put away.
Qingfeng Zhenren said strangely: "Aren't you looking for peaches, why are you collecting all the peaches in one breath, can't all the peaches on the tree be peaches?"
Yang Junshan glanced at him, but his hands did not stop, but asked: "How long can you stay in this Red Mist Mountain?"
Qingfeng Zhenren did not have the slightest dissatisfaction with Yang Junshan's change of topic, and replied casually: "For more than an hour, the peach blossom barrier here is too powerful, and you won't be able to stay for a long time, but if you can find the lightning strike peach wood this time and refine it into a magic treasure, you won't be afraid to enter this Red Mist Mountain again."
Yang Junshan glanced at Lan Ying and Lao Du under the tree, these two seemed to have guessed what Yang Junshan was going to do at this time, and began to come towards the canopy, obviously wanting to learn Yang Junshan's method, so he continued: "Do you have the direction to see through the peach?"
Qingfeng Zhenren was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, yes, but ......."
"But it takes too long to see through the direction of the real peach, unless you encounter a peach at the beginning, you don't have time to inspect every moment of fruit on the giant peach tree."
Qingfeng Zhenren immediately understood and said, "So since you don't have time to find the real peach, you simply pick all the spirit peaches on the tree, and then go back and verify it slowly?"
Yang Junshan pouted and said, "If you don't plan to help, then two-thirds of the chance that this spirit peach will be taken by these two extraterritorial monks."
In a blink of an eye, Qingfeng Zhenren saw that Lan Ying was just shaking gently on a certain branch, and all the dozens of spirit peaches on this branch fell into her cloth bag.
The two of them obviously understood Yang Junshan's purpose, and began to collect the spirit peaches on this giant peach tree as much as possible.
Seeing this, Qingfeng Zhenren said loudly: "Look at me, I will pick it too!"
After a while, behind the real person Qingfeng, dozens of large spirit peaches were held by the breeze to form a long queue, and then as he turned around and opened a storage bag, this long line of spirit peaches fell into it.
The huge crown of this giant peach tree on the top of the mountain almost covered dozens of acres in circumference, coupled with the lush branches and leaves of the crown, the four monks sprinkled into it, and soon their respective breaths were obscured by the dense branches and leaves, and even their voices were obscured a lot, and almost none of the four of them knew whose specific location was.
Yang Junshan shuttled through the canopy, because he was the first to do it, so the number of spirit peaches harvested was naturally not small, and he picked about a hundred of them.
At this time, there were not many spiritual peaches left on the giant peach tree after being picked by the four people, and the four of them often bumped into each other while walking in the canopy, but they all maintained restraint tacitly.
Yang Junshan walked through the branches and leaves, and saw from a distance that there were actually two or three spirit peaches swaying between the branches and leaves, which should have been missed, so he extended a primordial magnetic treasure light from his fingertips to pick these three spirit peaches.
But just when the primordial magnetic treasure light had just touched the three spirit peaches, the entire giant peach tree suddenly shook, and in Yang Junshan's surprised gaze, these three spirit peaches suddenly began to shrink, and the originally watery peach suddenly became wrinkled, leaving only the peach pit wrapped in a piece of dry skin.
Not only that, the originally lush crown of the tree, at this time, the clusters of peach leaves began to turn yellow and fall off one after another, and the green branches gradually lost their luster, and slowly turned into dead branches like the old bark that had lost its moisture.
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