Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 305 Storage Bag

loot?

Mo Qiu glanced into the distance.

There was still constant fighting and roaring, but no one was willing to participate in the few people present.

Just one attendant who was seriously injured made them tired of coping, many people died, how tough should the blood dragon son Zhao Wuya himself be?

If I go, I'm afraid it's just death.

"Junior brother, if you kill your opponent outside, you don't need to hand over the captured items to the sect." Shen Quan's eyes flickered, and he signaled:

"You choose first."

In the Lingyun Mountains, long before the establishment of the Cangyu faction, there were already mature rules for dividing up the spoils, and they were distributed according to merit and strength.

Undoubtedly, Mo Qiu, who suddenly became violent, contributed the most to killing Zhao Long this time, but the assistance of others is also indispensable.

Let him choose first, of course.

Don't beg to regain your senses, and scan the things in the field.

The most conspicuous ones are naturally the shield and the stick.

Based on his knowledge, he could also guess that these two magical artifacts are by no means ordinary, they should be medium-grade magical artifacts.

Back then, Ruo Dalu Mansion seemed to have only two medium-grade magical artifacts, which were of high value, and their power was just what I saw with my own eyes.

but……

Don't ask for a one-handed move, but Huo Sha, who is strong but soft, rolled towards the ground, and brought back a cloth bag from Zhao Long's bone.

The cloth bag was dusty, not much bigger than a palm, with a gold string tied at the mouth of the bag, heavy in the hand, as there should be heavy objects inside.

Trying to open the cloth bag, the seemingly simple knot can't be untied no matter what.

Seeing this, Mo Qiu showed joy on his face, and put the cloth bag into his arms.

For his choice, the other two were not surprised, but envious.

"Storage bags!"

Shen Quan sighed softly:

"This is a good thing. Even the inner disciples of my sect, only a very small number of them have it."

Although the storage bag does not have the ability to attack or defend, it can hold a lot of things.

In addition, refining is not easy, and the quantity is scarce, and to some extent it is more expensive than a medium-grade magic weapon.

What's more, no one can tell what is in the storage bag, even if there is a large amount of spirit stones, it is not surprising.

As he spoke, he moved with one hand, picked up the shield on the ground not far away, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

There was also a look of joy in his eyes.

For a practitioner who puts his life first, Shen Quan was extremely satisfied with the powerful defense of this thing.

"Junior Brother Song, it's your turn."

He patted his forehead and said:

"I forgot to introduce, don't ask for Junior Brother Mo, this is Junior Song Guanru from Cang Yu Peak."

"Junior Brother Song is young and promising. He is proficient in woodwork and Taoism. I heard that he will soon become an inner disciple."

"Senior brother is too famous." Song Guanru was about twenty-five or six years old, with a gentle and refined temperament, and he bowed his hands:

"Brother Mo's martial arts are extraordinary, and Yanshi's skills are exquisite, I admire you!"

"You're welcome." Mo Qiu shook his head and stretched out his hand to signal:

"Brother Song, please!"

"Um."

Song Guanru pondered, his eyes stayed on the stick for a moment, and then moved to Zhao Long's bones.

After being scoured by Moqiu Huosha Zhengang, there shouldn't be anything left, at least no clothes left.

But there was a pair of soft boots at the scene, still intact.

To be able to forcibly resist Huosha Zhengang is definitely not ordinary.

With one hand move, the soft boot fell into his hand, Song Guanru ignored other people's eyes, and changed the boot on the spot, his face was full of joy.

"Shua!"

The figure swayed, disappeared in place in an instant, and appeared 20 meters away.

This speed is impressive.

No wonder Zhao Long's movement skills were so amazing just now, even Mo Qiu couldn't dodge in time.

Come to think of it, there are a lot of soft boots.

"Junior Brother Song has good eyesight." Shen Quan said with regret in his eyes:

"With this thing, not to mention anything else, at least the chances of saving your life in times of distress are much greater."

"Haha..." Song Guanru laughed loudly:

"Brother, if you are tempted, we can change it. Song can't wish for it."

Shen Quan's eyes moved slightly, then he shook his head slightly:

"That's all!"

"I think this thing is wonderful, but it's limited by the speed of the envoy. I'm not strong enough. Even if I put it on, I'm afraid it won't increase my speed much."

"Brother has good eyesight."

Song Guanru praised lightly, and at the same time waved his big sleeve lightly, an invisible force supported the stick in the field, and landed in front of Mo Qiu:

"Brother Mo, if it weren't for you, let's not talk about the spoils this time, whether we can escape or not is two things."

"The last thing belongs to you."

"This..." Mo Qiu showed hesitation and looked at Shen Quan.

Shen Quanquan nodded:

"I have no objection, the younger brother accepts it."

Don't ask for this to accept it.

As for the many innate Dao soldiers in the field, although they suffered heavy losses, they were not among the gains.

A fight, although dangerous, but fortunately rewarding a lot of money.

Storage bags and sticks are rare items. Once refined, Moqiu's strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

'Unfortunately, the power of the soul is limited, and it is unable to continue to refine the magic weapon with blood, unless the fairy cloud barrier or the fire dragon pendant is erased. '

But these two things are equally important and indispensable.

After all, it is still not strong enough!

"Kachacha..."

While the thoughts were spinning, there was a sudden sound of trees breaking in the distance.

A few people turned their heads, and saw a bloody light soaring into the sky, meandering in the dense forest, heading straight for this place.

As the blood passed by, the trees collapsed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

"Blood Dragon Son!"

"Zhao Wuya!"

"Run away!"

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and before they had time to think about it, they already did their own bodywork and scattered in all directions.

"Om..."

The void trembled, and a dim bloody light expanded wildly from behind, covering the surroundings in the blink of an eye.

All the people inside froze at the same time.

"Plop! Plop!"

Mo Qiu only felt his heart beating faster and his blood rushing wildly, as if he was about to burst out of his body.

not good!

His heart froze, and the Sea of ​​Consciousness Buddha emerged.

"town!"

"Stay immovable like a mountain seal!"

With the operation of the kung fu, the qi and blood in the body are also suppressed, and they are back under control again, but other people obviously don't have such ability.

"ah!"

"puff!"

One person screamed out, spouting blood, the blood gathered in the air, and threw a knife light towards the rear.

"call……"

As soon as the bloody saber radiated, its speed increased sharply, like a blood dragon Jiaoyao, instantly beheading several Taoist soldiers.

As the light of the knife passed, the blood in the Taoist soldier's body was swallowed up by the blood knife, and turned into mummified corpses in an instant.

The blood light also flourished again.

"Leave it to me!"

Shouts sounded in the air, lightning flashed and thundered in the void, and dozens of arm-thin bolts of lightning fell fiercely.

"Crackling..."

The electric light blasted above the blood light, hitting a large blood flower, and also showing a blurred blood shadow.

Mu Qing's figure appeared in the distance, shouting loudly:

"Stop him!"

Mo Qiu didn't hesitate, and accelerated his escape.

Stop a true biography?

What a joke!

Shen Quan's choice was the same as his, his body was flickering, and he fled at a faster speed, only Song Guanru hesitated for a moment.

However, they wanted to escape, but the blood shadow behind them obviously didn't want to stop there.

"Aw!"

With a strange howl, the blood shadow pierced through a Taoist soldier again, and rushed towards the figure with the most vitality in his eyes.

Don't ask!

"Blood!"

"Give me blood!"

The blood shadow flickered, ten feet in an instant, and even the speed of flying swords of many practitioners might not be able to catch up.

After a few flashes, he was forced not far behind.

"Damn it!"

Mo Qiu's face darkened, and he turned around suddenly, and the fire dragon pendant that was ready to go was full of fire.

At the same time, the fairy cloud barrier wrapped around his body and continued to fly back.

above.

"Quack!"

The eagle puppet roared, its wings closed, its sharp claws bounced off, and it rushed towards the blood shadow from top to bottom.

"boom……"

A huge sea of ​​flames was born out of thin air, sweeping across the land more than ten feet in front, and thick flames enveloped all directions.

There was also an eagle clinging to the flames, with its mouth open, crazily spitting out streaks of dazzling aura.

"Boom..."

The flames rolled wildly, and the ground roared.

But even so, the bloody light that was blasted by Xuanhuo Tenglong was still tenacious. Although the bloody light scattered around him, he still resisted the offensive and narrowed the distance between the two of them little by little.

"Go to hell!"

"Give me blood!"

The blood shadow seems to be irrational, only a bloodthirsty mania, crazily wanting to get blood.

At this time, the pursuers from behind also rushed over.

"Crackling..."

A huge thunderbolt fell from the sky, like a god wielding a weapon, blasting fiercely on the bloody light.

In the next instant, the blood stagnated.

"boom!"

A mass of red light exploded in the air.

The flames dissipated, and several inner disciples appeared around, their eyes swept across the audience quickly.

"Fucked!" One said in a muffled voice:

"Although there is a blood knife, this person is not Zhao Wuya. I asked why he looked so weak just now."

weak?

Mo Qiu at the back showed a wry smile.

Fully stimulating the aftereffects of the fire dragon pendant made his mind bewildered and his body tremble slightly.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain, Junior Brother Liu!" Mu Qing's complexion changed:

"Go!"

After the sound fell, several people rushed in the direction they came from, but they didn't care about the others in the field.

In the eyes of these inner disciples, a few outer sects and some Taoist soldiers are far less important than the target.

Watching them leave, Mo Qiu felt his whole body go limp, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and sighed softly.

Here, is it so dangerous?

He entered the immortal gate, seeking the path of cultivation, but he didn't want to put himself in such a dangerous situation!

…………

"Ahem..."

Slump on.

A charming woman covered her soft lips with her hand, coughed softly, and her posture was pitiful.

"Senior Sister." Mu Qing stepped forward, her voice worried:

"How are you?"

This woman is indeed the true biography of Mi Yuefeng of the contemporary Cangyu School, Wang Qiaoxi.

"It's okay." Wang Qiaoxi waved her hand lightly, speaking weakly:

"It's a blessing that the original source was not injured. After a year or so of cultivation, it should be able to recover."

"Damn it!" Mu Qing's beautiful eyes were full of evil:

"It's a pity that the one surnamed Zhao couldn't be caught. He sneaked up on Senior Sister at a time like this. He just wanted to ruin your path."

"No." Wang Qiaoxi's beautiful eyes flickered:

"Sneaking into the sect and attacking me, even if you succeed, it's not easy to escape. The danger is so great, Zhao Wuya is definitely not such a reckless person."

"Then what is he for?"

"I am also very curious."

Wang Qiaoxi took out something from his body, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes:

"But I guess, it should be for this thing."

"What's this?"

"One, the key that can open a certain secret place. I thought it was just a random word from that person, but now it seems that it is very likely to be true." Wang Qiaoxi's beautiful eyes flashed:

"I am curious about the secret hidden in this thing that can make a true biography who is expected to be Daoist not hesitate to be in danger, but also to get it."

After a pause, she raised her head and asked:

"How is Zhao Wuya?"

Mu Qing replied: "Although he escaped, he was also seriously injured, and even lost his magic weapon, the Blood Knife. I'm afraid he won't be able to recover every few years."

"You're wrong." Wang Qiaoxi shook her head:

"Zhao Wuya's method is weird. If he ignores his foundation, he can recover quickly from any serious injury. However, losing the blood knife will be enough for him to feel distressed for a while, and I won't be considered a disadvantage."

"That's right." Mu Qing thought for a while and said:

"This time chasing and killing Zhao Wuya, many disciples died, and some made meritorious deeds, how should we arrange it?"

"As usual." Wang Qiaoxi asked casually:

"I heard that there is an outside disciple who is quite outstanding?"

"Not bad." Mu Qing nodded:

"That man's name is Mo Qiu. Although he is a mortal warrior, he is proficient in Yanshi's creations, and his strength is not weak."

"Um……"

"He seemed frightened and begged me to change him to something safer."

"Hmm..." Wang Qiaoxi pursed her lips:

"It's a pity that the Dao is fighting for it. If there is no fearless heart to go to the Dao, even if you have some talent, it will disappear sooner or later."

"Senior Sister said so."

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