The mistress clutched the stone and looked behind the stone. He knew that the red robe was capable of earth escape. He thought that the red robe should have been covered by the stone, and only after walking for a while would emerge from nowhere.

Xiaosaner is not afraid of losing the trace of the Red Robe. As the mortal enemy of the Five Elements Sect, Duobao Sect naturally has some ways to deal with earth escape techniques, otherwise he would not be killed by others. Unfortunately, Xiaosaner is a master of this kind!

Unfortunately, the mistress could not calculate any of it. As soon as he poked his head out, he saw a handsome face in panic.

"Ah!!! Ah!!! What are you going to do?" Qian Yang's scream was like a good woman who found herself being peeped at.

"Oh! I'll go!" Xiaosan'er was also startled by this throat. He wondered how a man could make such a ecstasy scream.

After finally calming down, the mistress said quickly, "It's okay, I'll just take a look!" As he said, he turned around and walked back, thinking that he was wrong? This guy didn't plan to escape at all? But this makes no sense! No, something must be wrong! Speaking of which, the wild flowers behind the stone are still full of fragrance!

"Hmm? It's very fragrant?" The mistress stopped and obviously thought of something, he quickly turned his head back. As soon as he turned his head, what caught his eye was a giant palm that slashed downward.

Qian Yang has been slashing people's neck with his palm in recent times, and his methods have become more and more sensible. He takes action quickly and decisively, and is also appropriate to make people feel pain at all. He ensures that the hands fall and the medicine is cured, and he truly achieves the transformation of the hands and eyes, and the severity comes from the heart.

Qian Yang would never want to make himself sweat if he could solve the problem with one slap. It was really convenient to seduce the mistress to expose the back of his neck in the name of convenience.

But Qian Yang really didn't expect that in addition to getting promoted and getting rich, this senior brother Duobao had some stuff in his mind, and his reaction was really not slow. Before his slap was cut to the ground, he had already realized something was wrong.

The little San'er turned his head and saw Qian Yang's slap. The monk's instinct made him subconsciously raise his left arm to protect his head and face, while his other hand quickly touched the Qiankun bag on his waist.

Faced with Xiao San'er's resistance, Qian Yang's right hand, which had been swinging halfway, turned in the air and pinched a magic trick smoothly, as if he raised his hand to pinch the magic trick.

Three golden needles condensed into shape in the air and shot towards Xiaosan's cheek. Xiaosan's hand had already touched the Qiankun bag, and a blue light flashed, and a shield covered his eyes, and he almost stopped the golden needles that came out of thin air.

The mistress's response was appropriate, but Qian Yang, who was calculating and unintentional, had already taken the lead. The moment the blue shield appeared, Qian Yang moved. With his footsteps, a pair of black and bright funny eyes appeared on his face strangely, and his whole body became much thicker.

Of course, the mistress couldn't see these changes in Qian Yang. The shield in his hand completely covered his sight, and the insignificant power of the golden needle hitting the shield caused a surge of blood in his chest. The injury that had not yet been healed would have a significant impact on him.

But those are no longer important. With the blessing of a certain Earth-level transformation spell that was added by magical powers, Qian Yang's simple and extremely wind-chasing step also exploded.

With amazing potential, he stood behind him again at a completely unimaginable speed.

"Bang!" It was the right hand that was slashing down obliquely...

Looking at the little San'er who was lying on the ground, Qian Yang unconsciously stared at his masculine right hand and exclaimed.

"Oh! Heavy hit!"

The power of moving at high speed is not easy to control. If Qian Yang uses this knife, he doesn't know how long it will take for Xiaosaner to wake up. He only knows that even if Xiaosaner wakes up, the flaws on his neck will have to be well maintained for a while.

Since it is definitely necessary to raise the care, in order to improve the efficiency of care, Qian Yang felt that it would be better to let this senior brother take care of the injuries in other parts while raising his neck.

For example—Meridians?

The mistress's meridian was seriously injured by He Bin at that time, but after so long of cultivation, it had already improved. Qian Yang felt that if this continues, the injury to his meridians would be better than the neck injury.

How can that work? Qian Yang said that he has balanced obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the two injuries must be healed at the same time to make people feel happy physically and mentally.

So Qian Yang learned from He Bin's technique, crossed some spiritual power and entered Xiaosan'er's meridians, and then...

"Bang!"

"Oh! It's not very skilled the first time, and it seems that I'm getting worse! In this way, the meridians will be cured too late?" Qian Yang shook his head and thought to himself that he would not give him a neck again?

But if it is severe again, wouldn’t it still shake his meridians? Then there is the neck... meridians... neck...

Qian Yang was struggling for a long time. As a kind young man, he felt that this might be a bit cruel to the mistress, but if he was unbalanced, his thoughts would be unaware of them!

Finally, Qian Yang's good thoughts prevailed.

"Forget it, let's just let yourself down, that's it! I just feel sorry for half of myself, maybe I feel uncomfortable for a while."

Qian Yang ran away with the mistress under his armpit for a while, and finally chose a seemingly safe bush and stuffed him in.

"I have hid you twice in just a few months, and it's considered that the kindness and righteousness have been exhausted. In the end, life or death depends on your luck! Goodbye if you are destined to be, Amen!" Qian Yang hid his mistress with compassion on his face, but unlike last time, Qian Yang was not polite to him this time. The shield that fell on the ground and the Qiankun bag on his waist were collected together by Qian Yang as a reward for saving people.

After roughly examining the things in Qiankun’s bag, Qian Yang unconsciously curled his lips.

There are really not many spiritual stones in Xiaosaner's Qiankun bag. At least in Qian Yang's opinion, a foundation-building disciple from a famous sect in Zhongzhou who had such a thousand spiritual stones on his body could definitely be considered a living shortage. In addition, there are some scattered talismans, elixirs, daily necessities, etc., but they are not worth a lot of money.

If you want to say that the only one in Qiankun bag that matches the identity of Xiaosaner's classmate Duobao Sect is the large number of magical and spiritual weapons.

Duobao Sect is worthy of being Duobao Sect, and the "treasures" on the disciples of the disciples are definitely worthy of the name of the sect. No matter how good the treasures are, just talking about the quantity, no one will have any objection to describe it as "many".

Eighteen pieces! Among them are fifteen magic weapons and three spiritual weapons.

There are many, but...

"What a broken thing!" Qian Yang couldn't help it.

He complained: "What do you think you are a foundation-building monk who is wearing so many ragged magic weapons? You have the nerve to take out the things used by a Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Centre when fighting?"

Qian Yang was too lazy to see those messy magic weapons. The things used by cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage are there. No matter how good the quality is, each piece is worth at most a hundred spirit stones. If it is converted into a medium-grade spirit stone, it will not be even a waste for the foundation-building monks.

But the three spiritual weapons can barely be seen, a broad sword for the low-grade spiritual weapons, a door panel for the low-grade spiritual weapons, and a shield for the medium-grade spiritual weapons.

The shield is naturally the one that Miss San used to block the golden needle just now, and the level of the medium-grade spiritual weapon is also the most valuable thing on Miss San'er.

Qian Yang saw that Xiaosan and He Bin used it when they fought. The main effect was to block the enemy. The effect looked pretty good, but the application range was a little narrower.

As for that broad sword, it is completely a big deal, and the existence at the bottom of the spiritual weapon is really unreasonable.

"You are such a powerful sect in Duobao Sect, but you end up like this?" Qian Yang even wanted to put these things back into the mistress's arms. He felt that it was not cost-effective to bully the weak just for such a little thing.

This is the first time Qian Yang has snatched a Qiankun bag since he came to the world of cultivation. He has only heard people talk about killing and robbing people before. It is said that this is the only way for monks to get rich. Following the customs of the countryside, Qian Yang is not rejected. Although there is no absolute need and he is not interested in killing people, robbing people can definitely make people happy physically and mentally.

Leaving goods is definitely risky, and even if the surplus is successful, the subsequent unestimated troubles may make people feel overwhelmed. Qian Yang is not afraid of trouble, but the problem is that it is really not worth it to cause trouble just for these three or two thousand spirit stones.

"It's all your fault! I'm so poor that I can't even rob it!" Qian Yang was very unhappy.

In fact, it’s really no wonder that Xiao Saner is willing to be poor! The problem is that the sect’s strongness does not mean that the disciples of the sect must be rich. In the world of cultivation, external plunder and internal exploitation are the only way for a sect to rise.

Xiaosaner's wealth is not as good as the top in Duobao Sect. There are many poorer people than him, and even those big and small leaders who are in full bloom may not have overnight food.

Qian Yang really doesn't understand this, just take the mistress as he said. His cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building is not bad, but he doesn't know what it is, and he doesn't know where he is used to use his spirit. He sharpened his head and wanted to suppress others, but he ended up thinking that he was poor. According to Qian Yang's idea, he didn't have to do anything else in his cultivation level, so he just wanted to cut crocodiles in the dark swamp. After chopping for a year or two, why can't he save tens of thousands of spirit stones? As for how to live like this!

Dissatisfied, as the saying goes, "The thief will not leave empty, and it is just a joke to return the Qiankun bag back." Qian Yang just put on a arrogant look on his face, but he was still full of excitement. The first business after entering the world of cultivation was considered unsatisfactory, and it would definitely get better and better in the future. Qian Yang felt that from this moment on, he would have to walk on the road of getting rich. Of course, before that, he had to send a bald head blocking the road before talking about it. If this matter is not handled well, it will probably not be in the future.
Chapter completed!