In the tree hole, Ye Fei sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating and practicing, and his breath had also returned to his peak. However, the storage bags and various magical tools in front of him disappeared.

It turned out that three days ago, Ye Fei checked all the storage bags. In addition to some low-level magic weapons, there were some fragmentary materials, as well as a few bottles of Yuan Ling Pills, and pills to restore magic power.

There were a few herbs, and Ye Fei didn't know them. He kept them for them and went out to study them again. All the better magic weapons were taken out to fight the enemy, and only these things were left.

However, this time he got a large amount of spirit stones, which amounted to more than 700 pieces, which made Ye Fei a little overjoyed.

Of course, what made Ye Fei most proud was the high-level magic weapon, the transparent flying needle, and five intermediate magic weapons, Lan Jun's two daggers, a red silk-shaped magic weapon of the female cultivator of the Piaomiao Sect, and a three-foot long sword. Ye Fei remembered that the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion seemed to be one for each person, and it should have been obtained by the female cultivator who killed the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion.

The last little yellow bowl should be the spoils obtained by Lan Jun killing others. Now all of this has become Ye Fei's spoils.

Overall, the harvest was quite abundant this time, and I had a certain amount of capital for the pills for repairing my meridians in the future. The only thing I lack now is to find ways to make some contributions to the sect and get the foundation-building pill rewarded by the sect.

"Hey, it's so dangerous on this periphery. I believe that when I reach the depths, I'm even more in danger. In order to build a foundation and turn my life into a life of only 18 years, I can only go deeper." After Ye Fei said that, he stopped hesitating and stood up and walked out of the tree hole.

...

Wanxian Cave, near the center, is located near a palace ruin, with more than ten figures of different costumes standing around, frowning one by one, looking thoughtful.

"Everyone, since all the forces in our four sides have discovered the ban here, the benefits should be distributed together. Otherwise, if you don't know what treasures are inside, everyone will start killing each other." A young man in white clothes and a sword behind his back said like this. He should be a disciple of Wanjian Pavilion, looking at his outfit.

"Yes, since that's the case, let's work together first. Now open the ban and check what treasures are there. How about it?" A big man with a naked upper body said, and it seemed that he should be a monk from Xiaoyao Valley.

When everyone heard this, they nodded silently. Even if these people have the lowest cultivation level, they still have the eighth level of Qi training. They all have a cold expression on their faces, obviously they have agreed to temporarily join forces.

"Howl!" A shocking roar.

Bang bang bang, the earth swayed, and a strong white elephant, who was more than ten feet tall, dragged her fat body and walked towards everyone step by step.

Every time I took a step, the earth shook, and a pair of short white horns grew on its head, emitting a soft glow of light. As the terrifying and hideous mouth opened and closed, bursts of white mist were spewed out.

"No, the demon elephant in the nuclear gathering stage?" At this time, everyone finally realized, and a burst of exclamations came from the crowd.

"What should I do? Should I fight or hide?" A girl looked at the people beside her and asked.

The first disciple of Wanjian Pavilion who spoke raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Hmph, can you bear to leave for the treasures in the ruins here?

It was just a monster in the nuclear gathering stage. I waited for so many people, are you still afraid of him?" After saying that, his sleeves swung, and a stream of treasure light shot out.

Seeing this, the others had no intention of escaping. They just released treasures with solemn expressions and bombarded the white giant elephant.

...

On one side of a hillside, there were about seven or eight figures, besieging three young men in white. The lights of treasures swept through the whistling wind, and bursts of explosions broke out in the air.

There were three or four corpses on the ground, lying quietly on the ground, looking completely gone. Mid-air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

...

In the white mist, a gray figure moved forward quickly, looking around with caution. The blood on his body seemed to prove that he had just experienced a big battle. But with his cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi training, as long as he is not too greedy, there is no problem in self-protection.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in front of the boy's eyes, and then a gurgle sounded, and the boy's head rolled down without warning, with no fear in his eyes, and he kept looking around with caution.

It seemed that the boy was not prepared until his death. Soon after this strange scene began, fog squirmed in the vicinity, and a faint blurred figure flashed out, holding a sharp monster blade in his hand.

It was a middle-aged man in black who looked at the corpse lying on the ground with a sneering look on his face, and a sneering curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, he raised his hand and took off a yellow talisman on his chest, and a faint light flashed on it.

"Hehe, the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion are really worth a fortune. This invisible talisman is really useful. It's a pity that I can't hide the spiritual consciousness of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

But that's okay. Since this disciple of Qianya Sect at the eighth level of Qi training was easily killed by me, I must have faced a monk at the ninth level of Qi training. Even if he can't successfully attack, he can still hurt him. Hehe." Looking at the yellow talisman in his hand, the middle-aged man in black said with a smile.

Putting away the talisman in his hand, the boy in black walked to the side of the corpse, leaned over and flipped for a while, pulled out the storage bag, and shook it with his hands, showing a smile.

"Hehe, check the spoils first, and then wait for the lamb alone!" After saying that, the middle-aged man in black flashed, passed through the fog, and rushed towards the distance.

...

On the edge of a valley, a young man in white clothes, slightly dark skin and a little dull eyes suddenly jumped out. This person was Ye Fei.

Looking back at the valley, Ye Fei smiled slightly. His spiritual power felt that someone was fighting in advance, so he walked out of the bushes on the side of the valley.

"This time, when we get to the depths of Wanxian Cave, we should focus on picking spiritual medicines and try to avoid fighting with others. After all, some spiritual medicines can also be exchanged for Foundation Building Pills." After Ye Fei said that, he looked in a certain direction.

Three days later, Ye Fei had just climbed over a hill and passed a wasteland. Looking around, he saw that there was white mist. Although it was not very rich, it also affected most of his sight. This was extremely dangerous for monks below the Foundation Establishment Stage.

But Ye Fei didn't seem to care too much. He first closed his eyes and released his spiritual consciousness. After a slight sense, he walked through the fog. (This chapter ended)

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