Demonic Cultivation: Starting from a Horse Bandit

Xu Sanyan waved to a female disciple of Xuanku Mountain, "Come, help me rub my shoulders."

The female disciple did not move, and a hint of stubbornness appeared at the corners of her pursed lips. Although she knew that Xu Sanyan was a great cultivator in the Soul Refining Realm, she was unwilling to wrong herself.

Zhao Xunkong scolded, "Junior Sister Wang, didn't you hear what the senior said? Come over quickly."

The woman reluctantly stood behind Xu Sanyan and stretched out her fingers to press him gently.

Seeing this scene, Yang An nodded silently. His father was really good at judging people.

Xu Sanyan closed his eyes and enjoyed it, and asked casually, "How far is this place from Xuanku Mountain?"

Zhao Xunkong replied, "About a thousand miles. If nothing unexpected happens, my junior master will be able to arrive before dark."

"Yes."

Xu Sanyan ignored the people around him, took out the soul crystal and concentrated on practicing. He felt that the power of his soul had reached the critical point, and he should be able to break through the middle level of soul refining in the near future.

Zhao Xunkong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His life was temporarily saved. He just waited for his master to come and take him away.

As time passed slowly, when it was getting dark, Xu Sanyan opened his eyes and looked into the depths of the dense forest. The soul crystal in his hand had already turned into powder and scattered all over the ground.

"Since you are here, why don't you come out and talk?" Xu Sanyan said loudly.

Yang An and others quickly stood up after hearing this and looked there vigilantly. They did not find anyone.

"Hahaha, I am the poor Taoist Changku. I am here to meet you, Taoist friend."

A man slowly walked out of the shadow. He had a white face and a long beard, holding a whisk, and wearing a light blue Taoist robe. At first glance, he looked like a Taoist master.

"Master!"

Zhao Xunkong spoke quickly when he saw the man coming.

Changku Zhenren ignored him and kept staring at Xu Sanyan closely. He looked a little wary. He did not know the man's purpose.

Xu Sanyan looked at him, "Are you Changku Zhenren?"

"I don't deserve the title of Zhenren, it's me."

"Can you make the decision on this matter?"

Changku Zhenren nodded slowly, "I am not talented, but I am favored by the sect master and am responsible for managing all the miscellaneous matters in the mountain."

"Oh?"

Xu Sanyan raised his eyelids. The strength of Xuanku Mountain is just average. Can a person with perfect cultivation in the way of confusion take charge of things?

It may also be that people with high cultivation don't want to care about these mundane matters, so it's his turn.

Xu Sanyan pointed at Zhao Xunkong and said, "In this case, let's do as I say. One catty of Tanru in exchange for his life, how about it?"

Zhao Xunkong was stunned. His master came in person. Doesn't he have any face at all?

One catty of Tanru, let alone him, even if his master was captured, the sect master might not be willing to exchange it.

As expected, Changku Zhenren shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, you don't know how precious the Tan Milk is. This thing is extremely precious. Not to mention my life, even if I add this, it is not worth that one catty of Tan Milk."

"Eight taels."

Changku Zhenren continued to shake his head, "Not even one tael."

"Heh,"

Xu Sanyan sneered and turned to look at Zhao Xunkong, "You can't blame me for this. If you want to blame someone, blame your master for not wanting to give up the treasure."

After that, the magic power in his hand condensed, a milky white halo emerged, and the surging air wave lifted his clothes, causing Zhao Xunkong's face to be filled with fear.

He knew his ability very well. Even if the Soul Refining Realm attacked casually, he couldn't resist it. He could only beg loudly, "Master, save me!"

Seeing that Xu Sanyan was not joking and really wanted to kill him, Changku Zhenren repeatedly stopped him, "Wait!"

Xu Sanyan ignored him, and his magic power became more and more intense, as if it would slip out of his hand in the next second.

"Daoyou, please wait!"

Changku Zhenren's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Zhao Xunkong in an instant. Looking at the ball of light, he was also worried.

"Why, you want to die for him?" Xu Sanyan's eyes were cold and silent. Killing one person or two people made no difference to him.

Of course, killing was not the purpose, his purpose was still the Tan Ru.

Changku Zhenren said helplessly, "We can discuss it again."

He also knew the purpose of the Wang family, which was nothing more than wanting more Tan Ru.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm listening." Xu Sanyan gave him a chance.

"Daoyou, please follow me."

Changku Zhenren glanced around and signaled the two to avoid the crowd and talk privately.

Xu Sanyan retracted his magic power, waved his hand casually, and a layer of light curtain isolated everyone. No sound would be heard no matter what the two said.

"Alas..."

Changku Zhenren sighed, "Eight taels of Tan Ru is too much. Even if I agree, the sect master will not agree."

In fact, before coming out, the sect master explained that the Wang family must find an excuse to ask for more Tan Ru recently, and it can be given a little more appropriately.

Changku Zhenren also heard that the Wang family suffered heavy losses in the last national incident, and the elder was also seriously injured. Tan Ru is very effective in treating internal injuries, and the Wang family must find ways to get some.

And Xuankushan has been planning other things recently and does not want to get too entangled in this, so he is willing to pay some Tan Ru for peace.

But I didn't expect the Wang family to have such a big appetite. They asked for a catty. This is pure nonsense. In previous years, ten drops of Tan Ru added up to a maximum of one tael, which has increased tenfold.

Even if it is eight taels, he can't give it.

Changku Zhenren stretched out two fingers, "Two taels, Xuankushan can sell the Wang family two taels of Tan Ru at most, and it's impossible to sell more."

"Heh, two taels?"

Xu Sanyan looked disdainful, "Are you sending away beggars? At least half a catty!"

Then he said with a threatening tone, "You have to think it over carefully. I'm not the fourth elder. I heard that Xuankushan has a lot of industries in Qianqiu City..."

Regarding his threat, the real people are not worried, and slowly wave their hands, "Taoists listen to me, these two are for the Wang family, and one or two are given addition to Poor Dao to Daoyou."

Speaking, he turned his hands and took out a light blue porcelain bottle and handed it to him.

"..."

Xu Sanyan looked at the expression of the porcelain bottle obviously. He never had a coldness that he had just rejected thousands of miles away, and his face gradually appeared on his face.

"This ... isn't it appropriate?"

The hard -to -see people in the heart stabilized, "Oh, the Taoist is at the beginning of the great power, how can the mountains and the hills of the mountains know that the matter knows that you know and know, there is no third person knowing, Taoyou is safe to accept it. yes."

"Well, that is better to be more respectful, thank you brother." Xu Sanyan naturally took over, and even the title changed.

"You're polite."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two looked at each other.

Xu Sanyan said again, "I and Daoyou are as good as they see, then I have my own care in Qianqiu City, and Taoist friends are at ease."

"Then thank you."

Xu Sanyan pointed to the short mountain in the distance. "Oh, I heard that this mine pulse was the first to discover the disciples of the hanging mountains, but the Yang family came to grab a cheeky face. Let me give it to me. A fairness ""

"Oh, that's troubled Taoist."

"Well, what is called a Taoist friend?

"Then the poor way will call you a virtuous brother."

"Hahaha……"

Yang An's face outside the light curtain was increasingly wrong. He watched Xu Sanyan's face from disdain to calm, and changed from calm to enthusiasm. The development of things seemed to get out of the trajectory.