I have a clone in the world of monsters and beasts

The Lei brothers are relatively famous robbery cultivators in the nearby area.

The eldest, Lei Yi, and the second, Lei Er, both have reached the late stage of Qi refining.

Moreover, the two of them are twin brothers, they have the same mind, and they can also attack together. Even if the monks who practice Qi Dzogchen encounter them, they can only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

It can be said that without building a foundation, the Lei brothers are running amok.

Yun He also knew a thing or two about the names of these two people.

Unexpectedly, Wei Qingfei, a mid-level monk at the sixth level of Qi training, could actually be related to the Lei brothers.

Seeing the two people leaving, Yun He followed them carefully with a stern face.

He wanted to see how they planned to "surprise" him.

While catching up, my mind was also very active.

'Isn't Wei Qingfei afraid that the Wang family will cause trouble? '

But then I thought about it.

The Wang family also has shares in the black market, so they must be connected with people in the black market or Jie Xiu. They really may not care about Wei Qingfei's contact with the Lei brothers.

In fact, the fact that the Lei brothers are active in Hejianfang City is most likely acquiesced by the Wang family.

'So, the one who should be in charge should be the Evergreen Sect. '

The Evergreen Sect is the largest sect within a thousand miles radius, and the Wang family is only in charge of Hejianfang City on behalf of the Evergreen Sect.

Strictly speaking, the Wang family, a family that cultivates immortality, is considered a vassal of the Evergreen Sect.

The wanted order for the Lei brothers was issued by the Evergreen Sect.

'It seems that there is something fishy between the Evergreen Sect and the Wang family. '

But this was something he couldn't touch.

Soon, Momo followed the two of them to his usual bee-keeping place.

It was seen that they skillfully released all the black-ringed wasps that were restrained by the golden pockets of the Net Bee. Judging from this posture, it seemed that this was not the first time.

But tonight was different.

As the two men released the ten black-ringed wasps, there was another "buzzing" sound in the grass, and more black-ringed wasps flew out.

Take a rough look.

No fewer than thirty!

Yun He, who was hiding in the dark, immediately turned cold.

If ten black-ringed wasps can make a smart beekeeper's life uncomfortable, it will take a large number of smart bees to solve the problem or escape.

Thirty black-ringed wasps are enough to kill an ordinary beekeeper!

Moreover, he died in an extremely tragic state under the siege of black-ringed wasps.

This is a way of death that is enough to shock most smart beekeepers and make them fearful.

'It seems that Wei Qingfei doesn't like me and is ready to kill me completely. '

Yun He suppressed the anger and murderous intention in his heart.

Thirty black-ringed wasps are naturally a disaster for ordinary smart beekeepers.

But for him now, it's just giving snacks to the red-striped spirit bees.

'It's hard for him to resort to so many tricks in order to successfully collect 'public funds'. '

'No matter. Let you see what if I continue to live comfortably. '

Thinking of this, Yun He stood up and prepared to leave.

If you don't leave, is it possible to go to Fangshi?

"Hey, I want to see how fellow Daoist Yun will deal with these black-ringed wasps tomorrow."

The self-satisfied smile of the casual cultivator who put away his gold pocket was a bit cruel.

He is a member of the Bee Killing Team, and his spiritual stone income is closely related to the collection of "public funds" by the Bee Killing Team. Yunhe's life is comfortable, but his life is not.

"This 'Net Bee Golden Pocket' is really useful. It is worthy of being a middle-grade magic weapon. Unfortunately, it has been banned. For the time being, we can only use part of its power."

He touched the mesh bag around his waist with some reluctance, feeling regretful but also with a touch of greed hidden deep in his eyes.

Hear this.

Yun He, who was hiding in the bush and was about to leave, stopped.

A first-order mid-grade magic weapon?

His mind became active.

"Let's go."

Another casual cultivator obviously didn't want to delay and urged.

"I know, I know."

Immediately, the two of them did not stay for long and left in the direction of the shanty town.

A few moments.

A black shadow followed.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I won't invite you anymore."

Zou Dacheng bowed his hands and said with a smile.

But there was something profound in his smile that only a man could have.

Li Ping took a calm breath, pursed his lips, and after a moment of hesitation, he said seriously:

"Brother Zou, what a red and pink skull."

But Zou Dacheng waved his hands indifferently, turned around and ran impatiently in the direction of Fangshi.

"Ugh."

Li Ping had obviously known Zou Dacheng's character for a long time and knew that he could not be persuaded, so he just said a symbolic word.

The two separated.

'In this way, we have witnesses. '

Yun He looked in the direction Li Ping left.

The reason why I didn't do anything in the bee-growing field was because I was worried that people would think of me if I died.

This was not only to prevent Wei Qingfei from suspecting him, but also because the death of the monk surnamed Shi was not far away and could easily arouse associations.

but now.

This possibility is much smaller.

The shanty town is not connected to the city, and is separated by a large forest.

Zou Dacheng was walking on a familiar path, humming an unknown tune, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Since joining the bee-killing team, in addition to earning spiritual stones by releasing bees every day, he also receives a lot of monthly salary from the bee-killing team.

When you have money, you will naturally have more thoughts.

Not all monks have a firm mind and yearn for immortality.

People like Zou Dacheng, who have some spiritual roots but low qualifications, find it extremely difficult to advance in cultivation. This is the norm for most monks in the world of immortality.

So, as a man, if he has spare money, he can only do a few things.

When he thought of the charming red halls in "Hongying Tower", he couldn't help but walk a little faster.

Just suddenly.

Zou Dacheng seemed to have noticed something, and his body suddenly froze.

Just about to speak.

hum-

The sword edge, accompanied by a slight metallic buzz, stopped at his neck.

The hair on his neck stood up before the cold-glow sword blade even touched him.

"Who"

Zou Dacheng's face was horrified, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead in an instant.

He stumbled and said:

“I, you, this, this fellow Taoist, I’m Zou Dacheng, I don’t know, I don’t know where I offended fellow Taoist, I’m, I’m, I’m, it’s you?!”

Before he finished speaking, he saw the appearance of the person appearing in front of him, and he choked for a moment.

"Yun, fellow Taoist Yun?!"

Middle stage of Qi training? !

How can it be?

Zou Dacheng was shocked and frightened when he felt Yun He's mid-stage Qi training skills and the sharpness of the magic weapon at his neck.

As both spiritual beekeepers, why was it that Yun He was able to break through the fourth level of Qi Refining, while he was stuck at the third level of Qi Refining for several years?