Wanhua Immortal Road

Chapter 290 Gang Silver
After a shower of arrows, the entire sky was cleared. Only a few people blocked the attack and survived, while the rest turned into a pool of blood.

"The barbarians are looking for death!" Several alchemy cultivators were furious, and some of their disciples died this round, how could they not be angry, four or five magic weapons smashed at Liang Zhan.

Liang Zhan's eyes flashed brightly, his body suddenly rose tens of feet, and he used the bone bow in his hand as if it were a big stick. The magic weapons he smashed were crumbling, and he was on par with the four alchemy monks for a while.

This good battle is also worthy of being the patriarch of the Bone Bow Clan. The tyrannical combat power against the four alchemy cultivators did not lose the wind. This moment boosted the morale of the barbarians. Those who were beaten retreated steadily.

Li Xiuxian shuttled through the barbarians with ease, while thinking about how to escape. At this time, the barbarians were so powerful that they had almost surrounded the monks in Qingzhou. There were barbarians in all directions, and it was not easy to escape.

Even the monks of the Tianyi Sect can protect themselves, how can the reinforcements of the Wild Temple be taken lightly, how many monks have been lost for this Sun Moon Divine Bow?
"Young Master's side should be over soon, we can resist for a while!" The old man of Tianyi Sect knocked away a barbarian priest with a knife, cheering for his side.

"Boom!" The ground shook in an instant, and a young man in ragged clothes rushed out of the explosion. The sword in his hand had been broken into two pieces, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding continuously.

"Tianyizong! Retreat!"

Seeing that his young master was seriously injured, the monks of Tianyi sect naturally didn't dare to stay longer, and hurriedly withdrew from the battle circle. As for the monks of Qingzhou, seeing that even the master had run away, they naturally didn't want to fight and broke through in all directions.

But looking at the situation, even if they can break through, the Qingzhou side will suffer heavy losses. Li Xiuxian glanced at the Manjian tribe, and immediately transformed into his original appearance, rushing into the Manjian tribe's defense zone.

"Looking for death!" The Manjian tribe obviously didn't expect that someone would break out from them.

The Manjian tribe was at the back, and behind them was the wild plain. The monks from Qingzhou could only be asking for their own death if they broke through here.

"It's me!" Li Xiuxian flickered, avoiding the sword.

"Stop! Stop! Stop everything!" Seeing that it was Li Xiuxian, Tong Jian hurriedly stopped his men.

Li Xiuxian couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he did not make a mistake in his gamble, and his alchemy skills are still useful to the barbarians, so naturally they would not give up this useful chess piece.

"Brother Li, you scared me to death. I searched several times but couldn't find you. If something happened to you, our patriarch would definitely skin me!" Tong Jian said with lingering fear.

"The monks in Qingzhou have been defeated, and the next step is to collect the loot. If you find some herbs and other things, can you show me first, if they are useful, I will exchange them with you." Li Xiuxian asked .

"No problem, this bag is on me!" Bronze Sword patted his chest confidently.

Although the herbal medicine of the cultivator is also useful to them, it is far less effective than Li Xiuxian's elixir. They can't wait to exchange the elixir for the elixir.

Under the leadership of Brother Jiedan, it was not very difficult to fight a bloody path among the barbarian army, and the barbarians did not pursue deeply. When they reached the border of the wilderness, they stopped the pursuit and began to clean up the battlefield. Although the barbarian was considered to have won the battle , but it was also a disastrous victory. Hundreds of thousands of barbarians were killed and injured in World War I. As for Qingzhou, the loss may be even more serious. The loss of a state may be nearly one million.

However, most of the losses in this battle were qi training. For the disciples in the foundation establishment stage, each sect only needed to recruit again to enrich themselves. The most important thing in China is cultivators.

"How is his behavior?" A thick-browed man glanced at Li Xiuxian who was chatting with Bronze Sword.

"At the beginning of the war, he was still doing his duty. In the middle stage, he mixed into the crowd. The scene was too chaotic, and we lost his trace. In the later stage, when Qingzhou was defeated, we found him. There was nothing wrong with it. A good move. But in order to save his life, he killed a few people from the Sky Tribe and a few Qingzhou monks." Said the priest of the Manjian Tribe.

"Didn't you see him for a while?"

"Yes, the scene was too chaotic."

The thick-browed man nodded: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but don't let your guard down."

Li Xiuxian, who was chatting with Bronze Sword, raised his mouth slightly, and glanced at the place where the big man was. With his spiritual sense, he didn't know that someone was watching him, but he possessed the formless technique, except for monks at the Nascent Soul level. He couldn't see through it, and he changed his appearance several times during the period. If he could be targeted by those priests like this, Li Xiuxian would have nothing to say.

As for why Li Xiuxian continued to stay in the barbarian tribe, it was a last resort. The Biyan Qilin armor was greatly damaged, and it was extremely time-consuming to repair, and it was extremely difficult to repair. I am afraid that a lot of materials would be consumed during the period. Li Xiuxian stayed in the barbarian tribe for the sake of Biyan. The flame unicorn armor is considered.

And this time to scrape the temple, he also needs to watch the actions of the Bone Bow Tribe to see if there is Tiangangsha among the things he scraped.

This time, more than 40 Qingzhou monks stayed on the wild plain forever. Their storage bags, clothes, and everything that could be taken away were all taken away by the barbarians.

Li Xiuxian knew very well that those who died on the barren plain were nothing more than cannon fodder. The abandoned sons of the sect were not strong enough, so they could only serve as cannon fodder. Li Xiuxian had a little sympathy for these people, but it was only sympathy, not Why do you want to fight for them, this world is like this.

Those who have no strength can only be regarded as abandoned pieces and discarded at will. Only the strong are qualified to be chess players and control the fate of chess pieces!
Li Xiuxian will not stay in the wilderness for too long, he will leave only after the Jade Flame Qilin is repaired.

In this war, several alchemy cultivators also fell. The things in their storage bags are what Li Xiuxian really cares about. After all, alchemy cultivators have a lot of money, and there must be some treasured spiritual grass among them. If they can be transplanted Among the Wanhuazhu, it is also a beautiful thing.

But obviously these barbarians are not fools, all the things of the monks who formed the alchemy were put away, and what was sent to Li Xiuxian was only the storage bags of some monks who established the foundation, and there were not many things in them that Li Xiuxian really liked , after randomly picking up a few spiritual herbs that were not in Wanhuazhu, Li Xiuxian was no longer interested.

The impact of the wild war subsided quickly. What should the barbarians in the tribe do? Li Xiuxian also exchanged pills for some refining materials every day as usual to repair the damaged Jade Flame Qilin Armor. Repairing the battle armor, the previous few times all ended in failure.

Li Xiuxian's demand for ore was also increasing day by day, so he had to take out some high-quality pills and exchange them with the barbarians for more materials.

"A bottle of blood Sudan!" The deep voice reached Li Xiuxian's ears.

"Sacrifice!" Li Xiuxian was shocked!
This is the first time a barbarian priest has come to exchange!

"A bottle of blood sultan!" The barbarian priest threw out a gleaming silver ore.

"That's enough for a bottle!"

"This is Gangyin?" Li Xiuxian was taken aback.

This stone, which is only the size of a fingernail, is extremely heavy!
"It's knowledgeable, that's enough!" the barbarian priest laughed.

"Enough, enough!" Li Xiuxian nodded quickly, and handed over a small jade bottle filled with blood Sudan.

This fingernail-sized gang silver is enough to exchange for dozens of bottles of blood Sudan.

Gang silver is an extremely precious refining material, and it is rare among barbarians. Although it is not as precious as Tiangang sand, it is not something that everyone can have. Gang silver may not be as hard as Geng gold, but it is It is one of the most respected refining materials for monks.

There is no other reason. If you add a little silver to the magic weapon, it will make the spiritual power flow more smoothly. More importantly, the silver also has the effect of storing spiritual power. The more silver you add when refining the magic weapon, the more stored it will be. The more spiritual power you have.

One of the well-known spirit storage belts in Middle-earth contains this silver, and the storage spirit belt is also extremely rare in Middle-earth. Ordinary spirit storage belts can store [-]% of the spiritual power of alchemy monks, and higher-end ones can even store Sixty percent, or even eighty percent of spiritual power.

Just imagine, if both parties in the fight run out of spiritual power, and one of them has something like a storage spirit belt, what will be the final result?

No matter who has exhausted spiritual power, having an extra belt for storing spirits is equivalent to gaining an extra life.

Although this Gangyin is only the size of a fingernail, it can store all of Li Xiuxian's current spiritual power. This deal is really a bargain.

"Senior, wait a moment!" Li Xiuxian called to stop the priest.

"What? Is it not enough?" The priest's face fell instantly.

"No, no, how can it be enough? It's too much. The effect of this Zilu Yang Dan is still higher than that of the Blood Sultan, and it's the best way to heal injuries!" Li Xiuxian took out a small jade bottle.

"Oh?" The barbarian priest smiled instantly, and happily took the Zilu Huanyang Pill.

Li Xiuxian was also heartbroken. He only had two bottles of Zilu Huanyang Pill, and he exchanged them with 120 points for each bottle when he was in the Pill Spirit Sect.

But I can't bear to let the child be unable to trap the wolf. Since the barbarian priest will come to exchange him for the blood sultan, someone must have been injured. Li Xiuxian's move is just to explain to these barbarians that he has a more advanced medicine on him, which is also true. It's a start for the barbarians, as long as you can come up with something I like, the pill will not be a problem.

Li Xiuxian believes that people in the barbarian tribe will naturally understand his intentions. After all, the barbarian tribe is backward, but they are not stupid!
(End of this chapter)