Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 20 Left and Right Dragon Protector Elder

Thai Bamboo Mountain.

The eastern area of ​​the copper crystal vein.

In a hall with four openings, there are pieces of red stones inlaid everywhere.

Around the hall, there are more than a dozen stone chairs arranged in an orderly manner, which looks like a meeting place.

Nie Qian sat on her knees with her knees bent, kneading the shoulders of a big man in purple robes with her hands.

The big man in purple robe narrowed his eyes slightly, and touched her waist from time to time, with a look of great enjoyment.

"Brother Xing."

Nie Qian clung to the big man in purple robes, and said in a tired voice, "Old Freak Tuo invites you to gather at the No. [-] mining area tomorrow to discuss how to deal with Duan Gaojing's gang of thieves together."

"Ok?"

The cultivator surnamed Xing grabbed her wrist and said with a sneer, "Tell me, how much benefit did Old Monster Tuo give you?"

Nie Qian was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and said in panic: "He gave me a thousand catties of copper crystals, so let me send a message. Brother Xing, I have not betrayed you!"

"Betrayal, hehe!"

The monk surnamed Xing kicked Nie Qian away, and said disdainfully, "It's up to you?"

Touching his stubble-covered chin, monk surnamed Xing's eyes flickered.

His full name is Xing Linnian, and he was originally just a bandit on a small island, who made a living by robbing the people in the town.

Decades ago, an old fairy teacher came to the island to recruit spiritual disciples.

After he showed a few spells similar to thunder in the palm, Xing Linnian immediately became obsessed with this supernatural power.

Out of hundreds of mortals of the right age on the island, only two passed the spiritual root test in the end.

And he, Xing Linnian, was one of the lucky ones.

But not long after he was immersed in joy, he learned from the old immortal master that he was just the lowest low-grade spiritual root.

The Foundation Building Avenue is out of reach.

After Xing Linnian's initial unwillingness and attempts, he has long since given up.

He thought about raising his cultivation to the ninth level of Qi training first, and then finding a small force to join him.

It would be best to have an heir with spiritual roots, and it would not be a waste of this life to practice Taoism.

After learning that the Meng family had expanded their recruitment of miners and that the salary was fairly generous, Xing Linnian resolutely came by boat from the hermitage, intending to save a sum of resources to purchase cultivation elixir.

To Xing Linnian's surprise, his cultivation of the seventh level of Qi training was not worth mentioning outside, but in the mine, he stood out from the crowd and was among the best.

Soon, a large number of new miners gathered under his command.

Under his leadership, a veteran force in the cave was defeated in just one month.

The spacious and bright hall in which he is now is one of the trophies.

There are currently nearly a hundred monks in the mine vein, except for a few powerful lone walkers, they basically belong to three camps.

These three camps divided up the underground mines and divided them into three mining areas.

Whenever the share of copper crystals is handed in, violent conflicts will break out among the subordinate miners.

Occupying the No. [-] mining area, the most powerful team of miners is led by a monk named Duan Gaojing.

He has been in the Taizhu Mountain mine for four years, and he has reached the eighth level of Qi training.

No. [-] mining area and No. [-] mining area are the sites of Tuo Laoguai and Xing Linnian respectively.

Both of them are at the seventh level of Qi training, and each has nearly thirty miners under their command, and their strength is between equals.

It has become more and more difficult to unearth copper crystals recently, as mining has continued year after year.

A considerable number of miners cannot meet the monthly quota.

Conflicts between several camps are frequent, and the smell of gunpowder is getting stronger.

"Go and tell Old Freak Tuo that I, Xing, will definitely arrive as scheduled tomorrow!"

Xing Linnian turned his back to Nie Qian and said indifferently.

"Okay, this concubine will convey it in the past."

Nie Qian was overjoyed, and quickly got up from the ground.

Now that Xing Linnian has agreed to go to the appointment, she has the confidence to hit Natuo old monster again.

This time at least let him take out three or fifty yuan of spirit stones, otherwise, wouldn't he have suffered this kick in vain!
When the sound of her footsteps gradually subsided, Xing Linnian turned around with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

……

More than ten miles away from the platform, two miners on the sixth floor of Qi training are slowly advancing.

Each of them had a black and white demon spider corpse tied to their backs.

It looks extremely heavy, and every time you take a step, your shoes will sink half a foot into the mud.

"Brother, it seems that someone is following us!"

The chubby monk walking behind suddenly stopped and spoke.

"Shh!"

A monk in front with a green turban carefully put down the corpse of the monster spider, and after listening for a while, his expression suddenly changed, and he shouted anxiously: "Second brother, hurry up and sacrifice the magic weapon!"

After all, he first took out a jade pen from his pocket and laid it across his chest.

The jade pen is about three feet long, the whole body is emerald green, and a pure water spirit overflows when it is swung.

Hearing this, the chubby monk quickly held a sharp short knife in his hand as he was prepared.

The short knife was only two inches long, and there was a glimmer of light on the blade, which must have been smeared with some kind of poison.

In the dim light emitted by the night pearl, a long and narrow shadow gradually became clear, and a young monk in a snow-white robe slowly walked over.

"The two friends are cautious."

Chen Ping said expressionlessly, but his eyes were on the two dead spiders the size of a calf on the ground.

This is a white-haired tarantula, of the blood of a mortal demon, who can possess the strength of the middle stage of the first order after adulthood.

This monster likes to be quiet, and often appears in pairs, one female and one male, and generally does not live in groups of multiple heads.

Although Fujiyama Island did not form a natural spiritual vein, it did not have a great influence on the monsters.

Just like humans can swallow pills to gain spiritual power to improve their cultivation, some monsters can also quickly advance to the next level by absorbing the energy contained in minerals or spiritual grass.

Therefore, in the medium-sized copper crystal mine at the foot, there are several low-level monster races that feed on copper crystals.

It's just that the number is scarce, and it has not caused obvious damage to the huge main body of the vein.

Chen Ping had been hiding for nearly a month, and this was the first time he saw a monster in the mine.

As for the corpses of the two white-haired tarantulas, which were only worth a dozen or so spirit stones, he certainly didn't care.

He has only one purpose of following these two people, the copper crystal mine.

Based on his guess, there was probably only one reason why the two carried the white-haired tarantula on their backs.

Their storage bags are filled with more important items.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be much more convenient to carry the corpse of the monster in a storage bag.

The storage bag is the lowest space magic weapon, and the mustard seed law contained in it is still in its infancy, so it cannot hold items without limit.

The three-party storage bag can hold about [-] catties, and the five-party storage bag can hold items that weigh a thousand catties.

With the seven-square storage bag hanging on Chen Ping's body, it is no problem to take in two thousand catties.

"Your Excellency followed our two brothers all the way, what advice do you have?"

The monk wearing a green turban asked vigilantly.

Seeing that the person's cultivation base was only at the sixth level of Qi training, most of the anxiety in his heart dissipated immediately.

There are nearly a hundred monks in the mine, and only two palms can defeat his brothers. The strange young man in front of him is obviously not among them.

Even, he might be able to rob the opponent in turn.

"Hand over all the copper crystals on your body, and get out!"

Holding the hilt of the Biwen sword, Chen Ping had a grim expression on his face.

"quack……"

The chubby monk narrowed his small eyes, and said with a sneer, "You brat speaks loudly, doesn't it mean you don't know the names of my two brothers?"

"Appreciate further details."

It was just two fish on sticky boards, Chen Ping blinked and joked.

"Under the head of the No. [-] mine section, Zhuo Han, the Elder of the Right Dragon Dharma Protector!"

The chubby monk puffed out his chest, and said with a little pride: "This is my elder brother, Zhuo Qi, the Elder Zuolong Dharma Protector!"

"Elder Zuolong Dharma Protector? What a mess, I've never heard of it."

Chen Ping shrugged his shoulders, stabbed horizontally with his sword, and said coldly: "I'll give you two more time to hand over the copper crystal!"

"You're new, brat? You don't even know Duan Mine!"

Zhuo Han laughed back angrily, stepped on the rock wall with a dagger in his hand, and slashed towards Chen Ping's collarbone with his strength, shouting in his mouth: "Today I want you to recognize the reality, how dare you snatch me Brothers are on their heads!"

Zhuo Qi folded his hands, watching the fight between the two, and had no intention of stepping forward to help for the time being.

This person's cultivation level is almost the same as his, even if Zhuo Han loses, he will not be defeated in a short time.

And he is in the sidelines, as long as he finds a suitable opportunity, he can destroy this rampant kid with one move.

After all, the aura around Fujiyama Island is extremely thin, and the aura lost in fighting can only be recovered through pills.

Therefore, the miners here are very cautious every time they do it, to avoid excessive consumption of mana.

"The skill of insect seal!"

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth raised, Zhuo Han's surprise attack seemed to be swift, but in his opinion, it was full of flaws.

With his wrist turned up, the Biwen sword stood in front of him, precisely resisting the dagger.

"Buzz"

The two magic weapons collided together, making a series of piercing and sharp sounds.

The light on the short knife dimmed, and a gap visible to the naked eye broke through the blade.

"High-grade magic weapon!"

Zhuo Han's jaw was aching, and he showed panic in addition to his heartache.

His short knife is only a middle-grade magic weapon, and it cannot compete with the higher-level Jade Sword at all.

Without any hesitation, Chen Ping mobilized [-]% of his spiritual power and poured it into the sword. The next moment, he saw the aura of the Biwen sword rising sharply, with green lights floating on it as bright as the starry sky at night.

"boom"

Without any accident, Zhuo Han let go of the dagger, and his whole body was kicked by Chen Ping more than ten feet away like a meteorite falling to the bottom.

"Brother, let's go together!"

Wiping off the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Han picked up the dagger and shouted at Zhuo Qi.

"it is good!"

Zhuo Qi responded immediately, looking at Bi Wenjian with greedy eyes.

He and Zhuo Han have practiced so far, but they have not saved any money, and the top-grade magic weapon seems to be an unattainable dream.

"You must get this sword!"

Zhuo Qi secretly calculated that if there was a high-grade magic weapon, his brothers would be able to compete with the great elders under Duan Gaojing.

At that time, the head of the mine will value them even more. Are you afraid that you will not get enough training resources in the future!

"Flowers come out of nowhere!"

Zhuo Qi was in high spirits, he grasped the jade pen tightly and tapped it a hundred times in the air, each step would form a pink peony petal.

"Flower God Gathering Network!"

Pieces of peony petals spun rapidly, and in an instant they were combined into a large net several feet long and wide, and shone down towards Chen Ping.

Seeing that his elder brother's move was to press the bottom of the box, Zhuo Han no longer hesitated, bit the tip of his tongue and forced a drop of blood to spray on the blade.

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