Mortal: I have a gathering technique

After casting the fireball, Fang Qing's body began to fall.

Before landing, he quickly swept his hand across his storage bag and promptly took out a bright orange Vajra Talisman, which he then fastened to his body.

A dazzling golden light instantly enveloped Fang Qing's entire body.

at this time,

Boom!

A thunderous explosion came from the direction of the fireball attack.

Fang Qing glanced over and saw that the area where the fireball attack had been launched had been blasted into a crater about half a zhang in size.

Not far from the pit, stood a lean man in his thirties, his face showing lingering fear.

When Fang Qing's gaze swept over, the corner of this person's eye twitched involuntarily.

Fang Qing's reaction was faster than he expected; he was almost hit directly by the series of fireballs...

"Just you? Where are the others? Tell them all to come out!"

Fang Qing looked at the lean man and chuckled, deliberately showing a hint of disdain in his smile.

He didn't think that just one person would dare to rob him and Han Li.

Upon this thought, a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he calmly scanned his surroundings.

Although Fang Qing had not yet mastered the "Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils" technique, he had already gained some knowledge from it. Now, with the help of the Heavenly Eye Technique, it was not difficult for him to see through some low-level stealth methods.

Sure enough, Fang Qing soon discovered three unusual places.

One was on the left, one on the right, and one behind, forming a four-sided formation around him and Han Li, together with the lean man.

"Only four people?"

Fang Qing frowned slightly. Although he had only discovered three places with faint spiritual energy fluctuations, his intuition told him that there should be more than four people.

At the same moment, the three people hiding in the shadows felt inexplicably seen through when Fang Qing's gaze swept over them.

Realizing they had been discovered, the three quickly withdrew their concealment techniques and revealed themselves.

There were three people: one dressed in yellow, one wrapped in a black robe, and the last one was a short, stocky, bald, burly man with his chest exposed.

The man in yellow, like the lean man, was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining, but the two behind him were extraordinary, possessing the same cultivation level as Han Li, at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

"Good lad, I didn't know you had this trick up your sleeve!"

The bald, burly man with his chest exposed squinted at Fang Qing, giving him a forced smile, and said coldly.

Fang Qing glanced sideways, ignoring the other person, and instead transmitted his voice to Han Li behind him:

"There are too many people, maybe more than four. I'm about to reveal my trump card. You better take care of yourself."

"good!"

Han Li responded almost without hesitation.

At this moment, Fang Qing ignored the four cultivators, sat down on the spot, took out a wooden box, placed it on his lap, and began to chant incantations.

This action immediately caught the attention of the bald, burly man and his companions. A fierce glint flashed in the former's eyes. Although he didn't recognize what Fang Qing was doing, he knew he couldn't just wait for the other party to make his move.

He immediately shouted:

"Let's do it!"

At a single command, the four men attacked simultaneously, each unleashing their signature techniques.

The lean man held a dark green gourd in one hand, muttering incantations. Soon, the gourd's mouth shone with a bright black light, spitting out seven or eight dark, round balls that shot towards Fang Qing.

The man in yellow, who was of similar cultivation level, threw out a black rope.

This black rope was several feet long and as thick as a thumb. Under the control of the man in yellow, it moved like a nimble black snake, heading straight for Fang Qing.

The black-robed cultivator standing to Fang Qing's right immediately unleashed a high-level magic weapon.

It was a blue flying sword, with a pale dragon tattooed on its blade, its head held high, lifelike.

As the black-robed cultivator urged it on, the sword's blue light surged, instantly transforming into a giant sword over ten feet long, which slashed down at Fang Qing.

The last bald, burly man did not attack Fang Qing, but instead became entangled with Han Li.

Faced with the attacks of the three cultivators, Fang Qing did not react, but kept chanting incantations and making hand seals.

The three of them watched this scene, their eyelids twitching slightly, and for some reason, a sense of unease arose in their hearts.

Just then, the black-robed cultivator's flying sword arrived.

The sword light, about ten feet long, pressed down gently, and the light shield formed by the Vajra Talisman began to tremble violently.

At the same time, the dazzling golden light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it would be extinguished in the next instant.

Seeing this, the unease in the three men's hearts slowly dissipated, and a sinister smile appeared on their lips.

On the other side, Han Li, who was playing hide-and-seek with the bald, burly man thanks to his agility, also noticed this scene.

Although Fang Qing did not ask him for help, he still moved closer to Fang Qing without making a sound, so that he could make a move in time at the critical moment.

However, Han Li underestimated the shrewdness of the bald, burly man, who saw through Han Li's little scheme at a glance.

"Don't even think about it!"

With a roar, the bald, burly man tossed a thorn talisman behind Fang Qing.

A low-level Thorn Rune flashed with a green light, and in an instant, the open space behind Fang Qing was covered with thorns covered with sharp spikes.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged, and he immediately cast a Wind Control Talisman on himself.

A gust of green wind appeared out of nowhere, enveloping Han Li's body as it flew over the thorns.

Upon seeing this, the bald man's face instantly turned ashen.

Like the Flying Talisman, the Wind-Riding Talisman is a high-level spiritual talisman. The latter is faster and flies higher, while the former, although not as high, is better in terms of endurance.

Both are priced similarly, around twenty spirit stones, which is twenty times the price of the Thorn Talisman.

Han Li used such a precious talisman without batting an eye, which made the bald man both envious and jealous.

However, Han Li was ultimately a step too slow.

Because the yellow-clad man's black rope and the black ball spewed from the green-black gourd arrived first.

"Bang!"

With just one strike, the black ball destroyed the protective shield formed by the Vajra Talisman with a "poof".

With no obstruction, the blue sword light pressed down straight down, and it looked as if Fang Qing was about to be cleaved in two by the giant sword.

Just then, a suit of dark golden light appeared out of thin air and enveloped Fang Qing.

"Golden Armor Talisman!"

The owner of the flying sword, the black-robed cultivator, widened his eyes, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

The man in yellow and the lean man were equally shocked.

However, all three were seasoned veterans in this line of work, and they quickly realized what was happening. Without saying a word, they intensified their attack.

However, the Golden Armor Talisman is ultimately a low-level high-grade talisman.

Even under the continuous attacks of sword light, black spheres, and flying ropes, it twisted and swayed, showing no sign of breaking.

At this moment, Fang Qing finally stopped chanting the incantation, and a loud shout was heard:

"rise!"

A gray beam of light, about ten feet long, leaped out of the wooden box like a dragon emerging from the water.

"Amulet!"

As soon as the gray light appeared, the pupils of the four Tribulation Cultivators shrank simultaneously, and they screamed as if they had seen a ghost.

Without a second thought, the four of them turned and fled.

Fang Qing ignored the four of them and instead looked towards a certain spot on the left.

"Found you!"

A red light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke with a cold laugh.