Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Han Yu was embarrassed and thought.

If you had told me about luck earlier, I would have retreated.

His eyebrows were tangled together, like two caterpillars, and he looked helpless and depressed.

"Forget it, I don't want to look for it anymore. There have been only three pieces in the past two hundred years. In fact, some people have speculated that it is impossible for dragon blood stones to appear here again, but there are still too many people who have fantasies."

Didn't she also pin her fantasies on Qingzhou Prefecture?

Without dragon blood stones, she could only stop at the realm of peeping at the gods and could never move forward.

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"Does she really have no other way?"

Han Yu asked the spirit of the weapon privately.

Little Liuli crossed her cheeks and shook her bun head.

"There is no such thing as a single person having all the good things in the world. She benefited from her talent and had a smooth sailing for the past ten years, but she also suffered from it. After she peeped into the spirit, she could not make any progress."

"Without external forces, she might not even be able to achieve the Great Perfection, let alone break through the realm."

Han Yu really didn't know what to say for a moment.

This multitasking talent is indeed strong, as can be seen from the way she beat up Huangfu Liang, who is in the same realm.

But it's too much of a trick.

The upper limit is directly nailed to this realm.

"Why don't you look for it again? I'll run away and take a walk."

Han Yu pointed in the direction of his left hand. The best help at the moment was to run away himself.

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"Have we walked far enough?"

Ou Mingdong looked helpless. The huge Qingzhou Prefecture did arrange a group of cultivators clearly.

Even if they had thousands of tricks, they still had to search the ground honestly.

The passing cultivators hurried by, with all kinds of tools in their hands.

Huangfu Liang glanced at them and said.

"It's not strange that they came to look for blood ganoderma. That's a thankless task. There is no special means to find ganoderma in the weeds, so you can only use the most stupid method."

What is the most stupid method? Ou Mingdong soon saw it.

A group of young monks in the distance had a clear division of labor, using the tools in their hands to explore the grass like ordinary people.

Occasionally, they would rush to the strange places on the ground, and then scatter when they dug out a mushroom.

"After all, so many years have passed. No matter how big Qingzhou Prefecture is, it has been turned upside down."

Ou Mingdong said it lightly. As early as the first appearance of blood ganoderma and dragon blood stone, the entire Qingzhou Prefecture had experienced several waves of monks.

The appearance of dragon blood stone twice afterwards led to several more.

It can be said that the entire prefecture is only digging three feet into the ground.

Most of those who can come to look for blood ganoderma now are monks from small and medium sects, who want to try their luck.

For people like Huangfu Liang who are in the God-peeking Realm, most of their thoughts are searching for this area underground.

If there is no dragon blood stone underground, then the only remaining value of Qingzhou Prefecture will be lost, and it is estimated that no cultivators will set foot there again, and it will become a dead place again.

Huangfu Liang is also quite resourceful. He...

Ou Mingdong couldn't make up any more stories. This guy just held a broadsword and hammered it here and there, inserted the broadsword into the ground, and then infused it with true energy, and then the broadsword trembled.

"Isn't this the pulse-finding method?"

Ou Mingdong looked at him in surprise and spoke.

"You also understand?"

Huangfu Liang turned back in surprise.

Although this pulse-finding method is not a unique secret method, it has always been strictly prohibited from being passed on to others. Except for those few sects, no one has learned it.

Ou Mingdong looked strange.

Most of the resources of Wushuang Tower rely on the spirit stone veins. It can be said that part of the spirit stone production in the cultivator world is controlled by Wushuang Tower.

As a disciple of Wushuang Building, the vein-finding method is a compulsory course. When the disciples of the sect go out for training, sometimes they even have the task of helping to find mineral veins.

So it would be strange if Ou Mingdong didn't know it.

He silently started the spell, and the true essence gradually sank into his feet and quickly retracted.

This is the method of finding spiritual stones. If you encounter underground spiritual stones, they will react immediately when touched by the true essence.

But... who can think of using the vein-finding method to find dragon blood stone.

"Dragon blood stone must also belong to the category of spiritual objects. You can't go wrong with this method."

Huangfu Liang spoke confidently.

Ou Mingdong had a complicated expression, and he thought about it and spoke again.

"After all, dragon blood stone is not a spiritual stone. If you think wrong, it will be a waste of effort."

If this method is useful, there will not be a single dragon blood stone left in Qingzhou Prefecture.

If this method is wrong and useless, you will not get a single dragon blood stone no matter how hard you look.

"If there is anything on the surface, it is impossible to leave it after hundreds of years. There is still hope underground. I can't use this method. I can't dig it with a broadsword and then pry it casually. Look! This red thing the size of a millstone is called dragon blood..."

Ou Mingdong's expression was completely dull. He watched Huangfu Liang depressedly insert the broadsword of his height into the ground for two feet, and then turned out a piece of dazzling red.

It was the size of a millstone, and the whole body was translucent like solidified fat. It looked hard and bright red like blood.

Huangfu Liang's hands were shaking as he held the broadsword, and his mouth trembled as he asked Ou Mingdong.

"Brother Ou, my eyes have been damaged by alcohol poisoning recently. Can you help me see what color it is?"

Ou Mingdong's face twitched, suppressing the rhythm of his heart beating wildly, and spoke.

"Chance red!"

"Chao!"

"Zhao!"

The two cursed at the same time. This was too outrageous.

Just a shovel down, and the dragon blood stone was dug out?

The big stone like crystal was dazzling in the sun. The two were still in shock, but they didn't notice the figure of the monk flying away quietly in the distance.

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Han Yu had only left for less than half a cup of tea, and suddenly there were bursts of air-breaking sounds passing over his head.

Looking up, he saw twelve god-seeking monks flying towards him one after another.

"Han Yu."

Another burst of cries came from behind, and Youli flew over anxiously.

"Aren't you going to look for it?"

Han Yu was asking in surprise.

Youli looked excited, pointed to the front, and said excitedly.

"What are you still looking for? There is a guy with smoking ancestral graves ahead who dug out a piece of dragon blood stone as big as a millstone. I'm afraid he will become unlucky in a moment. Hurry up and pick up the leak."

As he said that, he didn't care about breaking through the air first.

Zhao!

Is there a lucky guy here?

Did they really dig this thing out?

Han Yu was also curious. After the flames extended, a pair of wings filled with blazing flames kept flapping. With a step, he disappeared from the spot like an arrow from a bow.

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"Those little monks didn't lie. Someone really dug out the dragon blood stone!"

Four figures suddenly landed in front of Huangfu Liang and Ou Mingdong, their faces full of shock, and then their eyes became extremely greedy.

"Damn it!"

Ou Mingdong was the first to react.

And the four monks who were also in the realm of peeping at the gods had formed a siege and completely circled the two.

"Damn it, I was careless. I should have killed those little shrimps as soon as possible."

Hearing that it was those little monks who dug grass who pitted him, Huangfu Liang was so angry that his chest heaved.

He drew out the broadsword and stood in front of him, his expression suddenly cold, and said coldly.

"I am Huangfu Liang from the Langya Mountain of the Middle Three Sects. If you are brave enough, come and rob us."

Ou Mingdong took out the Xiaoyao Fan, stepped forward and shouted coldly.

"Ou Mingdong, a cultivator from the Wushuang Tower of the Lower Three Sects, advises you to cherish your lives."

Unexpectedly, the threats of the two people had no effect at all, but instead attracted a burst of laughter.

"Do you know who I am?"

Someone sneered.

"We are unknown, and the two disciples of the big sects naturally cannot recognize us, the poor cultivators." Another voice echoed loudly.

"Then if we kill you two, no one will be able to find us." The last two laughed.

The four people were feeling proud, and the twelve paths broke through the air in the blink of an eye.

The man laughed as he spoke.

"That makes sense, so you naturally don't recognize us, and we will accept this dragon blood stone."

"I never thought that those little cultivators really didn't lie."

The four cultivators in the Peeping God Realm who heard this immediately turned black in their faces.

Damn it, those cultivators deserved to die. They didn't just send them a message. If they had known, they would have killed the group of informants as soon as possible.

Sixteen cultivators in the God-Seeking Realm had coveted this stone. Both of them looked ugly. I'm afraid it would not end well.

Ou Mingdong changed his elegant demeanor and looked stern.

This was not a great opportunity. I'm afraid it would become a death calamity.

It didn't matter whether the stone could be saved or not. Even if they gave up the Dragon Blood Stone, these people definitely didn't have the courage to take the stone and let them leave safely.

They must kill them!

Huangfu Liang's face was extremely livid. It was a pity that a group of damned thieves came just after he dug out such a round and big opportunity.

If he had known this, it would be better for this stone to rot in the ground.

If it became someone's apprentice and wedding dress, it would be more painful than death.